Tokio Hotel – Monsoon

 Niente male questa canzone, così ho deciso di mettere qui il testo

I’m starring at a broken door
there’s nothin left here anymore
my room is cold
it’s makin me insane
i’ve been waitin here so long
but now the moment seems to‘ve come
i see the dark clouds comin up again

runnin through the monsoon
beyond the world
to the end of time
where the rain won’t hurt
fighting the storm
into the blue
and when i lose myself
i’ll think of you
together we’ll be running somewhere new
through the monsoon
just me and you

a half moon’s fading from my sight
i see your vision in it’s light
but now it’s gone and left me so alone
i know i have to find you now
can hear your name
i don’t know how
why can’t we make this darkness feel like home

running through the monsoon
beyond the world
to the end of time
where the rain won’t hurt
fighting the storm
into the blue
and when i lose myself
i’ll think of you
together we’ll be running somewhere new
and nothing can hold me back from you
through the monsoon

hey! – hey!
i’m fightin all it’s power
comin’ in my way
let it take me straight to you
i’ll be running night and day
i’ll be with you soon, just me and you,
we’ll be there soon, so soon…

running through the monsoon
beyond the world
to the end of time
where the rain won’t hurt
fighting the storm
into the blue
and when i lose myself
i’ll think of you
together we’ll be running somewhere new
and nothing can hold me back from you
through the monsoon
through the monsoon
just me and you
through the monsoon
just me and you

The Cranberries – Just My Imagination

Questa canzone me l’ha fatta venire in mente Lucia che la ascoltava su msn (thanks XD). Siccome mi piace molto, ho deciso di mettere il testo nel mio blog. Eccolo qui:

There was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality

It was just my imagination x3
There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
It’s the greatest thing from the man above
The game I used to play
I’ve always put my cards upon the table
Let it never be said that I’d be unstable

It was just my imagination x3

There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on Friday night
And stay in bed until Sunday
We’ll always be this free
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality

It’s not my imagination x3
Not my x18

Linkin Park – Hands Held High

 

Eh si, l’avevo citata in precedenza nell’articolo su What I’ve done e mi sono sentito in dovere di postarla. A mio parere questa canzone è bellissima: il testo è molto forte; un chiaro no agli orrori della guerra e allo spadroneggiare dei ricchi….when the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die…

Turn my mic up louder,
I got to say something.
Light Weight step it aside,
When we coming.
Feel it in your chest,
Your sylicals get pumping.
People on the street,
They panic and start running.
Words on loose leaf,
She complete coming.
I jump on my mind,
I summon the rhyme of dumping.
Feeling the blind,
I promise to let the sun in.
Sick of the dark ways,
We march to the drumming.
Jump when they tell us
They want to see jumping.
Fuck that, I want to
See some fist pumping.
Risk something.
Take backwards yours
Say something that you know
They might attack you for
Cause I’m sick of being treated
Like I have before.
Like a stupid standing for
What I’m standing for.
Like this war is just like
Another brand of war.
Like a dozen caded rich
And an abandoned poor.
Like they understand you
In the back of the jet,
When you can’t put gas in your tank.
These fuckers are laughing their way
To the bank and cashing their check
Asking you to have compassion and to have some respect.

For a leader so nervous
In unobvious ways
Stuttering and mumbling
For nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world
Watching at the end of the day
In the living room laughing
Like what do we say?

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

In my living room watching,
But I am not laughing.
‘Cause when it gets tense,
I know what might happen.
The world is cold,
The bold men take action.
Have to react,
To getting blown into fractions.
10 years old is something to see,
Another kid my age drugged under a G,
Taking about and found later under a tree,
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me.
Do you see?
The soldiers that are out today.
That brush the dust with bulletproof vests away.
It’s ironic.
At times like this you pray,
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
There’s bombs in the buses, bikes roads,
Inside your markets,your shops, your coves,
My dad, he’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside to let that show.
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine.
In the back he hand wrote a quote inside,
When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die.

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling
For nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world
Watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry
Like what do we say?

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.

Hands held high
into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up
to swallow you. (X6)

Linkin Park – What I’ve Done

 

A mio parere, questa è, insieme a Hands Held High, una delle migliori canzoni dell’ultimo album dei Linkin Park, Minutes to Midnight. Ecco il testo:

In this farewell,
There’s no blood,
There’s no alibi.
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousand lies.
So let mercy come,
And wash away

What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.

Put to rest,
What you thought of me.
While I clean this slate,
With the hands,
Of uncertainty.

So let mercy come,
And wash away
What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
For What I’ve Done

I start again,
And whatever pain may come.
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done.

I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go off what I’ve done.
(From what I’ve done
From what I’ve done)
What I’ve done.
Forgiving What I’ve Done.

Mi è piaciuto molto anche il videoclip della canzone, perciò lo metto =)

Linkin Park – Crawling

Una delle canzoni dei Linkin che preferisco è Crawling:

Crawling in my skin
These wounds / they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming / confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling / I can’t seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
[Without a sense of confidence / I’m convinced
there's just too much pressure to take]
I’ve felt this way before
So insecure

Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting / reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It’s haunting how I can’t seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
[Without a sense of confidence / I’m convinced
there's just too much pressure to take]
I’ve felt this way before
So insecure…

Crawling in my skin
These wounds / they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real