KATE BUSH
WUTHERING HEIGHTS

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love,
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roamed in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold,
let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold,
let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold.

THE BEATLES

HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do- oh yeah!
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun, momma
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun, momma
Happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
Happiness is a warm, yes it is...
Gun!
BANG, BANG,
SHOOT, SHOOT,
Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?

una grande canzone....

POTERE AL POPOLO

(Banda Bassotti)

Chi ci governa vuole riportarci indietro a cent'anni fa
nell'ignoranza, lo sfruttamento, l'oppressione e la povertà
Chi ci controlla paga ai suoi servi il premio fedeltà
poltrona, villa e scorta laggiù dove il bullone non arriverà
Ma la forza del progresso in una sola direzione va
marcia verso l'orizzonte rosso della libertà
Ex democristiani biscioni e fascisti cacciamoli via
la storia non è stata ancora scritta
adesso è l'ora, potere al popolo!
Chi ci condanna vuole dare una lezione a chi alza la testa
a chi è vissuto sempre come uno schiavo e adesso dice basta
E chi controlla i media è sempre il ruffiano di trent'anni fa
che condannò Valpreda e la verità ha nascosto nella pubblicità
Ma la forza del progresso in una sola direzione va
marcia verso l'orizzonte rosso della libertà
Ex democristiani biscioni e fascisti cacciamoli via
la storia non è stata ancora scritta
adesso è l'ora, potere al popolo!
E quando sarai stufo e dirai di no un nuovo giorno per te sarà
E insieme a te ognuno capirà di non avere scelta
un’unica occasione avrai
Cantiere, fabbrica, scuola, ghetto e quartiere
non dormiranno i ribelli delle città
Non sarà più come vorrà il potente
sarà il ritorno della civiltà, e si ballerà...
Chi ci governa vuole riportarci indietro a cent'anni fa
nell'ignoranza, lo sfruttamento, l'oppressione e la povertà
Chi ci controlla paga ai suoi servi il premio fedeltà
poltrona, villa e scorta laggiù dove il bullone non arriverà
Ma la forza del progresso nelle nostre mani sta
Il nemico è sempre lo stesso ce vole annientà
Ma i ministri papponi e ruffiani leghisti buttiamoli via

I PREDATORI DEL TEMPO
(Cavalieri del Re)

Vengono da lontano da una galattica civilta'
        su una macchina lampo, predatori del tempo
        Scendono sulla Terra da un'invisibile eternita'
        forse non c'e' piu' scampo per l'umanita'

Da un futuro antico mondo sono giunti fino a noi
dei galattici malvagi predatori
Con la macchina del tempo come fantasiosi dei
sono scesi quei lunatici corsari
Forse cambiera' la nostra storia se
qui nessuno ci difendera', guerra verra'

I predatori del tempo vagabondi del mondo ci saccheggiano le citta'
        neri pirati di un limbo che piu' cuore non ha
        Navigatori del tempo che derubano il mondo per la gloria e l'avidita'
        cambiano il corso alla storia per la loro vilta'
        Ma i paladini della Terra ormai sono gia' qui fra noi
        le sentinelle salvastoria sai sono dei grandi eroi

Vengono da lontano da una galattica civilta'
su una macchina lampo predatori del tempo

Nell'immenso firmamento senza tempo e senza eta'
si nascondono dei neri bucanieri
Loro scendono sul mondo come gran divinita'
ma non sono che malvagi masnadieri
Oggi cambiera' la nostra storia se
qui nessuno ci difendera', guerra sara'

I predatori del tempo vagabondi del mondo ci saccheggiano le citta'
        neri pirati di un limbo che piu' cuore non ha
        Navigatori del tempo che derubano il mondo per la gloria e l'avidita'
        cambiano il corso alla storia per la loro vilta'
        Ma i paladini della Terra ormai sono gia' qui fra noi
        le sentinelle salvastoria sai sono dei grandi eroi 

Pictures of matchstick men
(Status Quo)

When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes
A funny kind of yellow
Rush home to bed
I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning
I'm still yawning
I see your face looking through my window

Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
Alls I ever see is them and you

Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction now
There your face is haunting me
Your face just won't leave me alone

Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
Alls I ever see is them and you
You're in the sky
You're with the sky
You make men cry
You are, you're in the sky
You're with the sky
You make men cry

Pictures of matchstick men . . .

Itchycoo Park - Small Faces

Over Bridges of Sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green
Under Dreaming Spires
To Itchycoo Park, that's where I've been

What did you do there? - I got high
What did you feel there? - Well I cried
But why the tears there? - I'll tell you why - yyyyy
It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful
It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun
I'll tell you what I'll do - What will you do?
I'd like to go there now with you
You can miss out school - Won't that be cool
Why go to learn the words of fools?

What will we do there? - We'll get high
What will we touch there? - We'll touch the sky
But why the tears there? I'll tell you why
It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful
It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun
It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful
It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful

Liquido - Narcotic

So you face it with a smile
For a trifle's more than this

Will you still recall my name
And the month it all began
Will you release me with a kiss

Have I tried to draw the veil
If I have, how could I fail
Did I fear the consequence

Dazed by careless words
Cosy in my mind

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

Now you shaped that liquid wax
Fit it out with crater cracks
Sweet devotion my delight

Oh, you're such a pretty one
And the naked thrills of flesh and skin
Would tease me through the night

Now I hate to leave you bare
If you need me I'll be there
Don't you ever let me down

Dazed by careless words
Cosy in my mind

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

And I touched your face
Narcotic mind from lazed Mary-Jane
And I called your name
Like an addicted to cocaine calls for the stuff he'd rather blame
And I touched your face
Narcotic mind from lazed Mary-Jane

And I called your name
My cocaine

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go

I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go