babiM

Ugly

gelato

MI piacerebbe un vostro parere sul sito che volgio fare....per ora ho fatto sola la pagina iniziale e volevo chiedervi cosa ne pensavate del titolo e del messaggio iniziale il titolo UN SOGNO LUNGO UN VIAGGIO e il messagio iniziale che ho scritto è I sogni a volte sono dei viaggi che ti portano lontano con la mente, in un mondo solo tuo dove tutto si può avverare e nessuno può interferire, a volte invece sono dei veri viaggi al di là del oceano........ il sito che ho intenzione di fare è sugli Stati Uniti, con tutti le particolarità dei vari stati e cosa visitare anche negli stati pochi conosciuti, per queste cose poi mi aiuterà il mio profeesore d'inglese che è di Chicago.....

sto provando a fare un sito, ma non pensavo fosse complicato!!!!!:ooh:

sto giocando al "il pranzo è servito" se volete qui

Mr.Brownstone-Guns and Roses

Save Room - John Legend

sto litigando con la mia stampante.....spero di vincere io....

Siamo Soli- Vasco

the end - the doors

Maroon 5 - Harder To Breathe

mockinbird...mi serve per far addormentare il mio bimbetto!!!!:weep:

rock bottom

eheh che casino.....scusate il disordine...

MARY MARY Run DMC

Salirò- Daniele Silvestri

sto guardando la classifica dei podcast e cerco di scegliere quale mettere, poi rispondo a questo topic e sono anche sul mio forum....

November rain - GUNS N' ROSES

gironzolo sul web in cerca di qualcosa d'interessante.......

Smells Like Teens Spirit- Nirvana

bleed it out- linkin park

SING FOR THE MOMENT [Verso 1] These ideas are nightmares for white parents whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out But if he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, 2rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, this house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go Come on ! [Ritornello - Steven Tyler] Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away [Verso 2] Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only you're unholy, only have one homey Only this gun, lonely, cuz you only need one homey But everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are motherfucka, they can be great or they can degrate or even worse they can teach hate Its like kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to To get their hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously So i'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, How the fuck can i raise a little girl? I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! [Ritornello - Steven Tyler] [Verso 3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued see what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols and they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives, So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs And we can ... [Ritornello x 2 - Steven Tyler]

dear mama TUPAC