che song avete in mente oggi (parte II)
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la ceci
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When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
@studio: hai perfettamente ragione.... 
chiude il decennio degli 80, e fu pubblicato in un periodo piuttosto strano. Come puoi leggere nella biografia uscita qualche mese fà, lo stesso Nick dice:"Era come se la gente avesse voluto chiudere tutti i ricordi del decennio in una stanza e bruciarla, e in quella stanza c'erano soprattutto i DD"
Il tour non fu fatto per Liberty.
Insomma, il disco, ha sofferto del periodo di discesa della fama della band.
Pur essendo un ottimo disco.
chiude il decennio degli 80, e fu pubblicato in un periodo piuttosto strano. Come puoi leggere nella biografia uscita qualche mese fà, lo stesso Nick dice:"Era come se la gente avesse voluto chiudere tutti i ricordi del decennio in una stanza e bruciarla, e in quella stanza c'erano soprattutto i DD"
Il tour non fu fatto per Liberty.
Insomma, il disco, ha sofferto del periodo di discesa della fama della band.
Pur essendo un ottimo disco.
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desertsong
- Master
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lilianlove
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è vero, anche in alcune interviste degli anni '90 Nick ribadiva questo pensiero. Liberty è un ottimo album, ma putroppo per i poco adepti al gruppo i DD sono morti dopo i concerti dell'88. Riapparsi e subito spariti nel '93 e resuscitati nel 2004-2005.Q Lazarus ha scritto:@studio: hai perfettamente ragione....
chiude il decennio degli 80, e fu pubblicato in un periodo piuttosto strano. Come puoi leggere nella biografia uscita qualche mese fà, lo stesso Nick dice:"Era come se la gente avesse voluto chiudere tutti i ricordi del decennio in una stanza e bruciarla, e in quella stanza c'erano soprattutto i DD"
Il tour non fu fatto per Liberty.
Insomma, il disco, ha sofferto del periodo di discesa della fama della band.
Pur essendo un ottimo disco.
Tornando a Libery, è un album che secondo me racchiude le sonority poppeggianti di fine '80s con le prime cose danzereccie(molto american style) dal '90 al '92. Probabilmente è il disco dei DD con il ritmo più sostenuto. Si batte per terra il piedino dall'inizio alla fine!
Recoil - Chrome
So let’s be done with this.
You said "I want you, I don’t want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer." Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now you’re in the middle of someone terrible and you’re carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. It’s more than you can hide, more than you can manage.
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one.
You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She’s gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you’re just looking for a clean sleep.
She doesn’t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You’re so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I’m slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now I’m butcher, now you’re bone.
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one.
It’s documented, tequila scented. You want a girl who’s pale and bled, you want a girl who’s easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn’t hurt just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she doesn’t read you, she fed the hand that bit her, she doesn’t need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesn’t mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise.
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done, I’m through.
So let’s be done with this.
You said "I want you, I don’t want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer." Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now you’re in the middle of someone terrible and you’re carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. It’s more than you can hide, more than you can manage.
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one.
You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She’s gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you’re just looking for a clean sleep.
She doesn’t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You’re so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I’m slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now I’m butcher, now you’re bone.
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one.
It’s documented, tequila scented. You want a girl who’s pale and bled, you want a girl who’s easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn’t hurt just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she doesn’t read you, she fed the hand that bit her, she doesn’t need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesn’t mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise.
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done, I’m through.
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lilianlove
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