Sonata Arctica – Tallulah

Strane le sensazioni che mi riporta a galla questa canzone… La somiglianza di alcune delle note iniziali con quelle della colonna sonora di un vecchio Final Fantasy mi portano un po’ (troppo) indietro nel tempo con la mente, ed allo stesso tempo, il titolo (e quindi il ritornello) mi fanno pensare ad un’amica che sfortunatamente non vedo da tempo. Le parole infine sono familiari, forse anche troppo, e vanno a toccare corde di un tempo che forse era meglio non svegliare…

 

Remember when we used to look how sun set far away’
And how you said: “this is never over”
I believed your every word and I guess you did too
But now you’re saying: “hey, let’s think this over”

You take My hand and pull me next to you, so close to you
I have a feeling you don’t have the words
I found one for you, kiss your cheek, say bye, and walk away
Don’t look back cause I am crying

I remember little things, you hardly ever do
Tell me why. I don’t know why it’s over
I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night
I hope your wish came true, mine betrayed me

You let my hand go, and you fake a smile for me
I have a feeling you don’t know what to do
I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while…
Why are you crying’

Tallulah, It’s easier to live alone than fear the time it’s over
Tallulah, find the words and talk to me, oh, Tallulah,
This could be… heaven

I see you walking hand in hand with long-haired drummer of the band
In love with her or so it seems, he’s dancing with my beauty queen
Don’t even dare to say you hi, still swallowing the goodbye
But I know the feelings still alive- still alive

I lost my patience once, so do you punish me now
I’ll always love you, no matter what you do
I’ll win you back for me if you give me a chance
But there is one thing you must understand

Tallulah, It’s easier to live alone than fear the time it’s over
Tallulah, find the words and talk to me, oh, Tallulah,
This could be…

Tallulah, It’s easier to live alone than fear the time it’s over
Tallulah, find the words and talk to me, oh, Tallulah,
This could be…

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Five Finger Death Punch – Wrong Side Of Heaven

E’ da un po’ di giorni che ho in loop questa canzone. Non riesco a staccarmene, forse perché sta rispecchiando sempre di più le sensazioni che provo nell’ultimo periodo. Prima o poi infatti, capita a tutti di sentirsi nel posto sbagliato, nel tempo sbagliato, o proprio di sentirsi quello sbagliato…

 

I spoke to God today, and she said that she’s ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done?
I spoke to the Devil today, and he swears he’s not to blame.
And I understood, cause I feel the same.

Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I’m on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, righteous side of hell.

I heard from God today, and she sounded just like me.
What have I done, and who have I become.
I saw the Devil today, and he looked a lot like me.
I looked away, I turned away!

Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I’m on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of hell.

I’m not defending, downward descending,
Falling further and further away!
Getting closer every day!

I’m getting closer every day, to the end.
To the end, the end, the end,
I’m getting closer every day!

Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I’m on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of hell.

Five Finger Death Punch – Cradle to the Grave

Che alla fine sarebbe dovuto essere il mood degli ultimi giorni, ed invece mi sono dovuto accontentare di questo…

 

The blood that runs within my veins
(the blood that runs within my veins)
Keeps me from ever ending up the same
(ending up the same)

The fire that’s pushing me on and on and on
(on and on and on)
To me it’s everything and it makes me fucking strong

Love me or hate me
I walk alone

Been called a monster, called a demon, called a freak
(called a freak)
I’m not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
(I’m not a saint)

I walk alone, I always have, I’m not ashamed
(not ashamed)
A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave

The soul that lives within my chest
(the soul that lives within my chest)
Just won’t allow me to turn out like the rest
(turn out like the rest)
This heart that’s driving me on and on and on
(on and on and on)
Has the same vision and it keeps me fucking strong

Love me or hate me
I walk alone

Been called a monster, called a demon, called a freak
(called a freak)
I’m not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
(I’m not a saint)

I walk alone, I always have, I’m not ashamed
(not ashamed)
I’ve always been a living nightmare from the cradle to the grave

I walk alone

Been called a monster, called a demon, called a freak
(called a freak)
I’m not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
(I’m not a saint)

I walk alone, I always have, I’m not ashamed
(not ashamed)
A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave
(I walk alone)

Been called a monster, called a demon, called a freak
(called a freak)
I’m not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
(I’m not a saint)

I walk alone, I always have, I’m not ashamed
(not ashamed)
I’ll always be a living nightmare from the cradle to the grave