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<description>Long life Wock'n Woll</description>
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<title>Dumbo was a pinacolada</title>
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<title>Lyrics from Songs to clean the headache</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<br /><br /><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">Shadow of a broken man</span></strong><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><br />(Music and words: Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">I'm<br />the shadow of a broken man, painted tears rolling down the wall. I've been<br />loving you all my life, now it's over and you still don't care, I'm like cold<br />wind in your face, you don't seem to want me, but what else should I do that<br />telling you that I love you? Drinking wine makes me feel so fine; my love life<br />is an endless game that I always loose. If I can't sleep, it's because you are<br />on my mind my love.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span><b style="">Coffee<br />calls and wake-up kisses</strong> ( Music and words: Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>Showing indifference to you is given me much<br />more reasons that I ever needed, since I woke up from our sad conversation I<br />found myself...looking out the door to seek for new seeds in which I would lay<br />myself and grow. Rebuilding us would have been a very stupid thing may you have<br />a future worth embracing. How suit and gorgeous you standstill while I walk<br />away. My last gaze went over your eyes; they got the colour of turbid water tonight.<br />I wanted coffee calls and wake-up kisses from you I wanted you I wanted you,<br />but then you cheated on me, so I guess I'll be leaving now. I tested with<br />splendour your opinions I dived myself in the smell of yours, blowing away all<br />this is impossible but you are no more a connection to refer so don't ask me to<br />dance tonight my love watch, watch my feet walking away from you. My last gaze<br />went over your eyes; they got the colour of turbid water tonight. I wanted<br />coffee calls and wake-up kisses from you I wanted you I wanted you, but then<br />you cheated on me, so I guess I'll be leaving now. Watch, watch....</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">Time to waste</span></strong><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"> (<br />music and words: Andrea Fiorucci) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">She<br />had plenty time to waste; not just my love....And now I am sitting all alone and<br />I am drinking to much wine; now I've some time to loose now that she is gone..<br />I wish I'd never met her that summer night...She had plenty time to waste and I<br />so much love to give away!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span><b style="">Go<br />down!</strong> (Music and words: Andrea Fiorucci) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">Go<br />down the street they say there is love that you can buy for little money. Go<br />down, silently they say there is a heart that is waiting for you down the<br />street go down! Your knees they'll hurt a lot; innocently you'll cry and it's<br />not alright. Hold on and wait for tomorrow. We are all waiting for our love to<br />fill up the room... And if she was your bed's host why are there so many knots?<br />You should accept now this fate otherwise you close around the gates. We are<br />all waiting for our love to fill up the room.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span><b style="">Brighten<br />up my head with strings and violins</strong> (Music and words: Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>Fuck you for the things you never did. You<br />never did what you promised/overloaded/memories are spooking my soul don't you<br />remember I was sparse on sadlands, when I fell down you didn't pick me up.<br />Brighten up my head with strings and violins. It's grown dark after all these<br />the years (with all these words that meant so much to me) fuck you for the<br />things you never did. You never did what you promised/overloaded/memories are<br />spooking my soul Don't you remember: I screamed my pain and my sensations over<br />the sadlands...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">Tap, tap to her heart</span></strong><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">(Music and words: Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>She is so cute, she is so smart, she is a<br />little piece of art, seeing her again after many years; she is so cute, she is<br />so nice she is a little sugar pastry. Tonight....Tap, tap, tap, tap, to the<br />rhythm of a heart, let it climb t don't, don't, don't try to pull of her<br />clothes as you lying next to her, dance, dance, dance to the rhythm of her<br />heart, tonight let it shine.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span><b style="">There<br />is a wrinkle in your eye</strong> (music and words: Andrea Fiorucci) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">There<br />is a wrinkle in your eye; it splits in different parts, one with me one<br />without. I, I ,I wish some things would never change they do they do, they<br />change and change and fade away. There...is a wrinkle in your eye....</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span><b style="">I can<br />get no sleep</strong> (music and words: Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>Who asked you to enter my life? Who asked you<br />to come inside? Who asked you to smile at me that way? Who asked you to make me<br />love you? (To don't return what you show me, meadows full of flowers and<br />splashing waves) I can get no sleep since you are here with me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">Trapped </span></strong><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">(Music and words:<br />Andrea Fiorucci) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">Piece<br />by piece, bit by bit, we are all eaten by the green and the red spiders... We are<br />snuff out like candles, trapped in cobwebs, little innocent flies, there is no<br />space, no way to escape; we all have to fit in fifty years of human mystery. My<br />mother doesn't know, my father doesn't care, my brother doesn't see, my friends<br />do not notice that I am afraid to die. Why is it so hard to accept to die? Why<br />is it so hard? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">U are a fist into my eye </span></strong><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">(Music<br />and words: Andrea Fiorucci) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">I did no mistakes at all, but you didn't hurt me a lot by going down in a car to<br />fuck with a stranger. That is what imagines my head; that is when I closed my<br />eyes on you. And just because he said you are pretty. Don't you know that we<br />always lie? But I never lied to you, because I did love you. You are you are<br />hiding yourself in frog dreams of a princess. And there is a thing the I wanna<br />know, is why some people hurt those who believe in love I mean I'd understood<br />if I had hurt you, if I had mistreated you, if I had lie to you but I didn't. I<br />didn't smack you, touch you, hurt you, bruise you, why are you breaking me by<br />doing exactly the opposite; you are a fist into my eye<b style="">. </strong></span></p><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong></p><br /><br /><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">It's Christmas and you climb on a bridge </span></strong><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">(Music: J. Dos <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Santos</st1:City></st1:place>/<br />A. Fiorucci, words: Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>U again/ I said you shouldn't show you around/<br />you were just dropping by to tell that you are sorry who the fuck gives a dawn<br />you are shit to me! It's Christmas and you climb on a bridge and I am not happy<br />to see what I see, and I am not happy to hear what I hear, what the fuck is<br />wrong with you again? You hurted me so much you are just skin and bones in<br />pictures in a box. Stop don't you lie that you die; your love is a joke on this<br />Christmas night.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">Renewal</span></strong><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"> ( music and words:<br />Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;;" lang="EN-GB">Everything<br />has been said, everything has been done, you have so many complains it's the<br />only thing that remains having told you this thing is having told you the<br />thing, please! Don't come with an excuse you only try to abuse ( Now I push you<br />against the wall because it's your time to fall, there will be no more<br />promenades I am tired of your stupid games) I know I am all alone, I know I am<br />on my own maybe I'll find, some day I'll find!</span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><strong><u><span style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span style="text-decoration: none;"> </span></o:p></span></u></strong></p><br /><br /><br /><p class="ta_img"><img border=0 src="http://www.blogg.org/afficher_image.php?id=458510&amp;img_x="></p>]]></description>
<category>V. D.W.P LYRICS</category>
<pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2006 21:20:49 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>New inspiration...</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p>Well I am listening to some great artists at the moment I didn't know a few weeks ago that give me a lot of inspiration... Like:<br />  </p><p>Boys night out- trainwreck</p><p>Chiodos- all is well that ends well</p><p>These arms are snakes- This is meant to hurt you</p><p>As cities burn- Son, I loved you...</p><p>Panic at the disco- A fever you can...</p><p>The paper chase- Hide the kitchen knives&nbsp;</p><p>I know...some of these are real heavy post/rock/emo/math bands but what I like is the fact of trying new structures...and&nbsp; using a lot of chords progressions that are &quot;new&quot; (at least to me). It is very interesting to pick up inspiration for an acoustic project in these bands. Anyway the recording of the new album is goin' well. I've already recorded 5 songs completely. I&nbsp; even played drums and programmed violins-strings on &quot;Shadow of a broken man&quot;. It sounds great! I hope you ll have the same opinion.&nbsp;</p>]]></description>
<category>VI. D.W.P Diary, Journal, News ...(eng) &#38; (fr)</category>
<pubDate>Tue, 11 Apr 2006 09:16:55 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>If you ever have questions....</title>
<link>http://www.blogg.org/blog-28193-billet-324551.html</link>
<description><![CDATA[<p>Contact Dumbo was a pinacolda for info, concerts or questions at this address:</p><p>fiorucciandrea@gmail.com</p>]]></description>
<category>VIII. Contact</category>
<pubDate>Tue, 11 Apr 2006 09:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Lyrics</title>
<link>http://www.blogg.org/blog-28193-billet-281228.html</link>
<description><![CDATA[<p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />ANTILOVESONG (music &amp; lyrics by Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><br />She doesn t call when I am depressed<br />She doesn t love me sad and stressed<br />Life isn t always pink and fat!<br /><br />She puts the invisible pain <br />In pearly glasses of champagne<br />I m gettin drunk in my brain<br />I m all surrounded with some chain(s)<br /><br />And u dont know that I ve been tryin for you<br />And u dont know that I ve been hiddinï¿½ it<br />And u dont know caus I never told you<br />And u dont know how to love<br /><br />Dont<br />make me feel that I am different I know I am on the outside of reality<br />Donï¿½t make me standstill in the middle when the other are dancing<br />like I am not there, I m not made of air, dont make me run because I ll<br />hide silently!<br /><br />Full of pain, full of hate, leave me alone with my love!<br />This is an antilovesong!<br /><br />Where do I put this love of mine, answer the phone, I gettinï¿½ sick I am gettinï¿½ ill where did you sleep (last night)<br /><br />And u dont know that I ve been tryin for you<br />And u dont know that I ve been hiddinï it<br />And u dont know caus I never told you<br />And u dont know how to love<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;ORANGES &amp; STRAWBERRIES ( Music &amp; lyrics by Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><br />I need some rest<br />I need some freedom<br />I need some time<br />I need to find myself (myself)<br /><br />Oranges &amp; strawberries on my sheets thiefs dont come to steal them<br /><br />(I need some space<br />I need some rest<br />I need some air<br />I need to find myself (myself))<br /><br /><br />All this noise/ all this mess all around ( 4x)<br /><br /><br />Oranges &amp; strawberries on my sheets thiefs dont come to steal them<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Â&nbsp;If LIFE HAD DIFFERENT REASONS.( Music &amp; words Andrea Fiorucci)<br /><br /></span><br />When I was a child I looked up to the sun, <br />I believed in light and fire but soon I closed my eyes<br />and soon I closed myself in a box of steal<br />itï¿½s dark all around but at least I am alone<br /><br />Sometimes I need some fresh air I have to go outside<br />they are waiting their turn to jump from the bridge right into hell<br />While some awre buisnessmen try to sell u poisonpills<br />So why should I believe to trust <br />In light and some burning fire?<br /><br />If life had different reasons<br />And only one disappears when u die<br />Could it be that it s not the end<br />Should we live happily?<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE STREAM ( words &amp; music Andrea Fiorucci)<br /><br /></span><br />I want the stream to pass under the bridge<br />And I need my friends and alcohol<br />To find the good things I left behind<br />I want the brook to flow little by little far away <br />And to wash the past and the sickness hidden down in me.<br /><br />She was that kind of girl looking up in a dictionary what love means<br />(and I explained to her by going for her throat)<br /><br />I want your sky to cry out all it has inside<br />And all the stars to rule over my dark nights<br />I want you to pass like a stranger I ve never met<br />And to see love ending slowly in your eyes<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">IF THE WORLD WAS A BETTER PLACE (words &amp; music Andrea Fiorucci)<br /><br /></span><br /><br />And if the world was a better place<br /> a little bit more sobber<br />We could all go purify ourselves <br />In a pool with alcohol<br />But someone would always fake to go under<br />Just to get drunk<br />Somebody tell me what is goinï¿½on!<br />Get away...evade &amp; avoid<br />Get out!<br />Circumvent if u can, abstain, desist, refrain!<br /><br />And if the world was a better place<br />A little bit more just<br />We could all go sleep underneath<br />The green and the brown trees<br />But someone would always come to steal our shoes<br />Just for the fun<br />Somebody tell me what is goin on!<br /><br />Up &amp; down, left &amp; right I would run away but there is no way out for us!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The OTHER SIDE OF LIFE ( words &amp; music Andrea Fiorucci)</span></p><p><br />I<br />am in side of this dark room only a beam throught the window but if<br />this light is the shadow of a much brighter light why should I look at<br />it?<br />U &amp; I we never saw this light!<br /><br />You are inside of this<br />brightd room only the shadow through a hole but if this shadow is the<br />light of a much darker place why should u fear it?<br />U &amp; I we never saw this dark!<br /><br />So close no matter so far<br />So in no matter so out<br />So right no matter so left<br />So high no matter so low<br />The other side of things is just another reality<br />And we are all just a bunch of prisonners!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p class="ta_img"><img border=0 src="http://www.blogg.org/afficher_image.php?id=458515&amp;img_x="></p>]]></description>
<category>V. D.W.P LYRICS</category>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2006 16:33:46 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>The Logo</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Hey chicos, putos &amp; bananas!<br />The first DWP logo is ready! It has been designed by this friend of mine called Jerome S. ( if u would like to contact him send me an e-mail)<br /><br /><p class="ta_img"><img border=0 src="http://www.blogg.org/afficher_image.php?id=268466&amp;img_x="></p>]]></description>
<category>VI. D.W.P Diary, Journal, News ...(eng) &#38; (fr)</category>
<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 09:12:17 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Oranges & strawberries</title>
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<description><![CDATA[&lt;br /&gt;<br />ORANGES &amp; STRAWBERRIES ( Music &amp; lyrics by Andrea Fiorucci)<br /><br />I need some rest<br />I need some freedom<br />I need some time<br />I need to find myself (myself)<br /><br />Oranges &amp; strawberries on my sheets thiefs don't come to steal them<br /><br />(I need some space<br />I need some rest<br />I need some air<br />I need to find myself (myself))<br /><br /><br />All this noise/ all this mess all around ( 4x)<br /><br /><br />Oranges &amp; strawberries on my sheets thiefs don't come to steal them<br /><br />]]></description>
<category>V. D.W.P LYRICS</category>
<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 09:08:31 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Eberything reminds me of her</title>
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<description><![CDATA[&lt;br /&gt;<br />EVERUTHING REMINDS ME OF HER (music &amp; lyrics by Andrea Fiorucci)<br /><br />Intro:<br /><br />What if these words would turn to lies and your voice to a poison, where do I find the remedy?<br />What if these days would turn to nights and your presence to a lost where do I find the missing parts?<br />What if this love would turn to hate and your person to a plegde how can I live this life this life again?<br /><br />Pre-chorus:<br /><br />I am like snow in the sun, shinning like a star, dyin' silently...(2x)<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Is it any wonder that I want u to live inside of my heart, even if u messed up tonight (4x)<br />( U did, mess up, u did mess up, inside of my heart)<br />Verse 2<br />We could be lovers words allow it to us, u would whisper tender words into my ears<br />We can ennemies words allow it to us I would scream hard into your ears<br />2 ways is no way at all...<br /><br />Chorus 2:<br /><br />If I crash into a tree I would ealize I forgot to tell that I would die for u<br />If I sink into the sea I would realize I forgot to tell that I would die for u<br />I would die for u (4x)<br /><br />Endpart:<br /><br />Everything reminds me of her (2x)<br />Ain't she the love of my life<br />And what the fuck am I doin' here?<br /><br />And what the fuck am I seekin' for?<br />And now that she is far away (2x)<br />I do know what missin' means<br /><br />I do know what missin' means<br />Does it show that I am afraid<br />Does it show that I am a freak<br />Does it show that I am alone<br /><br />Everything reminds me of her (4x)<br /><br />And now that I am alone<br />And she is lookin' for new love<br />what does it help to cry all night(2x)<br /><br />What does it help to be depressed (2x)<br />When that is just bein' sad all night<br />What does it help to phone all  day<br /><br />What does it help to say I love u<br />When love is running far away<br />What does the past mean today<br />When it's fadin' far away<br /><br />And now that I am cryin' here allnight<br />And I hope that u cry too<br />Because it's easier this way (2x)<br /><br />And if it's not your truth today<br />It's my truth tonight<br />What do I care if u don't love me <br />as long as u live happily<br /><br />And erything reminds me of her<br />And I hope somethings reminds u of me! (endless...)]]></description>
<category>V. D.W.P LYRICS</category>
<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 08:43:40 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Another rejection</title>
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<description><![CDATA[&lt;br /&gt;<br />ANOTHER REJECTION ( music &amp; lyrics by Andrea Fiorucci)<br /><br />Hey u are u afraid of real love?<br />Hey u don't u remember just what u said before u left?<br />Hey u what am I to u to break me in 2?<br />Use me/Bruise me/ Abuse me it's alright  tonight!<br />Broken dreams are made of air and broken promises!<br /><br />And I am sittin' all alone tryin' to keep my love<br />And I am starvin' here tonight try'in to keep this love<br />And you are dancin' with another man with these guilty steps of yours<br />But tomorrow I know you ll be sleepin' and I am gone<br /><br />What am I to u, woman, I feel like garbage...<br />Don't u play with my pride Not another rejection]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 08:42:06 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Some might say</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<br /><br /><br />SOME MIGHT SAY (Music & lyrics Andrea Fiorucci)<br /><br />I live 2 be,<br />to gaze into your eyes,<br />2 hold u tight,<br />2 hold u close<br />when u arise<br /><br />When u entered, my life<br />Something like a light<br /><br />I never knew the meanin' of happyness<br />Until I met u<br />I never knew the beauty of the words I love u<br /><br />Some might say our love is all wrong<br />They neve heard the beauty of our song<br />Some might say our love is not right<br />They never heard the beauty of our song<br />]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 17:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Memories</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<br /><br />MEMORIES (Music & lyrics Andrea Fiorucci)<br /><br />Memories flashing through my brain<br />They make me sick and cry all my pain<br />Crawlin' voices deep inside my head<br />Tell'n' stuff and expressin'breakage<br />This old flat seemed a little cage<br />So, so little for the four of us<br />I was afraid of livin'<br />Sittin' in a rollchair without even playin'<br />So, so lonely for a broken child<br /><br />I don't know if I can hear another story of mine, without my eyes stratin' to shine!<br /><br />Memories flashing through my brain<br />They make me sick and cry all my pain<br />Crawlin' voices deep inside my head<br />Broken smiles and broken flowers<br />Pearly tears were my skin'shower<br />So, so little for the four of us<br />I couldn't find my little nest<br />I couldn't find one chest to rest<br />So, so lonely for a broken child<br /><br />I am the star u won't let shine!<br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 17:28:20 +0000</pubDate>
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