No Easy Way Down - Cut Version DG
"Now your sad eyes reveal Just how badly you feel Cases there is no easy way down. The view from the cliffs Must Have Been exciting And up to the peaks You were bound. Now you're stranded alone And the past is unknown And there is no easy way down "
The romantic and edgy voice of Southside Johnny bisects this solid and unsinkable night. Once again I can not find a reason to tell a story that others want to hear, not me though. My voice is dry, like velvet strewn with sand, like so many summer afternoons in a row, under a sun that has no mercy on me. Also here, all'Erotika Hotel. But I tell you now that there are a few things I thought I knew well of a special person, who still knows how to turn the knife in my wound and sprinkle with salt my skin obsolete. Once again I find a reason to get up from this chair and attack my fleeting thoughts. But the night as a cloak covering my wounds and pain that lies well in the tent of stars in November. Once again your smile cuts through an unbearable night, a night that surrounds this unfortunate companion discontent. I still remember Dusty Springfield's voice broke the silence in the attic of Cork, on the song "No Easy Way Down." Yesterday was one of those nights where you just give up the evidence of defeat, but those words made me realize that we must continue to hope and dream that the material is something intangible, like the life of the dreamer.
It 's a tide, the tide is a sad, and not to blame one thing. It is not always my fault, now. Well, all the time you spend trying to take back what you took away, it's just a waste of time: you have to make sure that the wound did not bleed anymore. Answers come in the night to wake the rest of the warrior defeated, but the question has lost its meaning, the question lies buried in the rubble of the time. The forces of good appear to be still insufficient to defeat the evil that invades our lives, but it is not. This is the day of the great battle and I am already victorious, and for the glory! Demetrius
Hush! For tonight I have heard enough. Moreover I believe that I will never understand the male animal, although some I have understood things. Demetrius really did not want to be younger. On second thought were quite a few, in life, the prizes awarded to the youth. Life stingy consolation prizes to Demetrius had left a bitter taste of defeat without honor, there was not an audience whistling and yelling, no live commentary, while he gave his best shot and worse, the regret of a life wasted chasing broken dreams, infidelity and pensions glare of glory. Where the reward, where the pay of Legionnaires? Only a harpoon lost at sea. Lying on a soft bed on the night of November. In stereo
Southside Johnny with a melancholy version "No Easy Way Down." Demetrius would have melted like a stick of butter, in the eyes of Lorraine. She was a sweet and romantic, understanding, had smelled his fresh wounds and had simply ignored any bad feeling, just wanted to feel a little 'heat ...
the magic will return, the aspidistra flourish and the desire to close my eyes and indulge in the lyrical surprise return, the magnificent words of his evocative of a love that can not and do not want to oblivion and an uncertain future because of deluded fantasies, I see the windows explode dell'Erotika Hotel ...
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"Changing the film, the melancholy, change the dreams and fantasies. Cambiano the tough but not brittle, changing the angels, not devils ... "(Massimo Bubola)
"Now your sad eyes reveal Just how badly you feel Cases there is no easy way down. The view from the cliffs Must Have Been exciting And up to the peaks You were bound. Now you're stranded alone And the past is unknown And there is no easy way down "
The romantic and edgy voice of Southside Johnny bisects this solid and unsinkable night. Once again I can not find a reason to tell a story that others want to hear, not me though. My voice is dry, like velvet strewn with sand, like so many summer afternoons in a row, under a sun that has no mercy on me. Also here, all'Erotika Hotel. But I tell you now that there are a few things I thought I knew well of a special person, who still knows how to turn the knife in my wound and sprinkle with salt my skin obsolete. Once again I find a reason to get up from this chair and attack my fleeting thoughts. But the night as a cloak covering my wounds and pain that lies well in the tent of stars in November. Once again your smile cuts through an unbearable night, a night that surrounds this unfortunate companion discontent. I still remember Dusty Springfield's voice broke the silence in the attic of Cork, on the song "No Easy Way Down." Yesterday was one of those nights where you just give up the evidence of defeat, but those words made me realize that we must continue to hope and dream that the material is something intangible, like the life of the dreamer.
It 's a tide, the tide is a sad, and not to blame one thing. It is not always my fault, now. Well, all the time you spend trying to take back what you took away, it's just a waste of time: you have to make sure that the wound did not bleed anymore. Answers come in the night to wake the rest of the warrior defeated, but the question has lost its meaning, the question lies buried in the rubble of the time. The forces of good appear to be still insufficient to defeat the evil that invades our lives, but it is not. This is the day of the great battle and I am already victorious, and for the glory! Demetrius
Hush! For tonight I have heard enough. Moreover I believe that I will never understand the male animal, although some I have understood things. Demetrius really did not want to be younger. On second thought were quite a few, in life, the prizes awarded to the youth. Life stingy consolation prizes to Demetrius had left a bitter taste of defeat without honor, there was not an audience whistling and yelling, no live commentary, while he gave his best shot and worse, the regret of a life wasted chasing broken dreams, infidelity and pensions glare of glory. Where the reward, where the pay of Legionnaires? Only a harpoon lost at sea. Lying on a soft bed on the night of November. In stereo
Southside Johnny with a melancholy version "No Easy Way Down." Demetrius would have melted like a stick of butter, in the eyes of Lorraine. She was a sweet and romantic, understanding, had smelled his fresh wounds and had simply ignored any bad feeling, just wanted to feel a little 'heat ...
the magic will return, the aspidistra flourish and the desire to close my eyes and indulge in the lyrical surprise return, the magnificent words of his evocative of a love that can not and do not want to oblivion and an uncertain future because of deluded fantasies, I see the windows explode dell'Erotika Hotel ...
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"Changing the film, the melancholy, change the dreams and fantasies. Cambiano the tough but not brittle, changing the angels, not devils ... "(Massimo Bubola)
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