martedì 12 agosto 2008

Back to the Nail!


Si torna al lavoro, solo tre giorni per fortuna prima del ponte lungo di ferragosto.
Posti nuovi e posti vecchi, scoperte e conferme. Bella l'ogliastra in barca, bella la corsica del sud, oRenda la baracca che ci volevano spacciare, incantevole Bonifacio che sembra la Tortuga dei film di pirati, stralusso gli ultimo 3 giorni palle all'aria a Villasimius che si conferma il miglior colore di mare di tutti.
Andrea, nel frattempo e' volato a LA (I'd love to see), Nextgame e' stracambiato ed e' ora di farsi assegnare qualcosa, Viorel mi deve montare la caldaia e la porta nuova, devo chiedere bene alla banca per la rinegoziazione e devo controllare che non mi stiano fottendo con gli interessi...
...insomma, c'e' carne al fuoco.
Cominciamo ad arrostirla

Pubblicato da ilCiAkkA alle martedì, agosto 12, 2008

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All Along The Watchtower
io sono il joker, lui il thief

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion here
I can't get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who think that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower
I steadily kept my view
While my woman came and went
Barefoot servants too

All I got is a red guitar
Three chords
And the truth

All I got is a red guitar
The rest is up to you

There's no reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are some among us here
Say that life is just a joke
You and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate (at least today)
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late
Late...


Love over Gold
dire straits

You walk out on the high wire
you're a dancer on thin ice
you pay no heed to the danger
and less to advice
your footsteps are forbidden
but with a knowledge of your sin
you throw your love to all the strangers
and caution to the wind

And you go dancing through doorways
just to see what you will find
leaving nothing to interfere
with the crazy balance of your mind
and when you finally reappear
at the place where you came in
you've thrown your love to all the strangers
and caution to the wind

It takes love over gold
and mind over matter
to do what you do that you must
when the things that you hold
can fall and be shattered
or run through your fingers like dust

.Chopin

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