Maturità.. questa oscura parola..

Voglia di viaggiare..

Ogni volta che ascolto questa canzone mi viene una voglia di viaggiare...
Viaggiare, andare via.. lontano..

Sweet Home Alabama

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer

Lynyrd Skynyrd

..to be a rock and not to roll..

Stairway to heaven

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

Led Zeppelin

Beh.. bisogna dire altro?

goccie di pioggia (modifiche)

Passo dopo passo, goccia dopo goccia
scroscia l'asfalto nel traffico
scorre la strada sotto i piedi.
Calato il sipario scivolo fra le ombre
mi lascio trascinare via, piegata al volere della corrente
fra le ombre di oggi e i fantasmi di ieri.

Nella città grigio-cemento, nella città fredda
cammina sul ciglio della strada
il viso di cera, il cuore di cristallo.
In tasca, un biglietto di sola andata per la realtà
Nel vento le note di sempre

Scordati i falsi sorrisi dietro cui ti nascondevi
lascia che la pioggia ti lavi la faccia
lascia che la pioggia ti scivoli un po' addosso
scrollati i problemi dalle spalle
lascia che la pioggia se li porti via.

Passo dopo passo, goccia dopo goccia
lacrime vuote, lacrime sporche
sento la pioggia scorrere nelle ossa.

Nella città grigio-cemento, nella città che non senti più tua
solo ombre e palazzi
imprigionata nell'apatia.
Cammina senza voltarsi, quasi scappando dalla vita
Verso la notte col vento

Scordati i falsi sorrisi dietro cui ti nascondevi
lascia che la pioggia disseti le tue labbra
lascia che la pioggia ti scivoli un po' addosso
scrollati i problemi dalla testa
lascia che la pioggia se li porti via.