fucking love

Attraverso il deserto
con passi grevi
brucia la linea lontana

Assetata
grondante sudore
non riesco a vedere
non riesco a sentire

Cala il buio
medesimo dilemma
a sinistra, profondo blu
a destra, selvagge foreste

Ma io sono nel deserto
è tutto un miraggio
Viandante solitario
perso nel tumulto

A tutti quelli che si trovavano a Villafranca di Verona il 18 luglio: ho smarrito la mia fotocamera (Nikon Coolpix s230 nera, dentro una custodia rigida nera con all'interno un'altra batteria e memorycard) presso la stazione dei treni, e quando poi i miei amici sono andati a vedere non c'era più, perciò CHIUNQUE L'AVESSE PRESA E' PREGATO DI FARSI SENTIRE perchè credo che se capitasse a voi una cosa del genere non vi andrebbe tanto a genio la cosa. Dentro ci sono le mie foto dei Placebo fatte dalla prima fila e altre foto personali. Voglio indietro ALMENO la memory card che si trovava all'interno della digitale. Fatevi sentire gente.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"this could be heaven or this could be hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
"please bring me my wine"
He said, "we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "we are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!