Wrong.
- giovedì 4 marzo 2010
Sono seduto in questo autobus che mi riporterrà a Napoli; guardo il cielo dal finestrino, con un trasporto malinconico, pregusto la tempesta. Inspiro ancora questa tranquillità apparente che mi aleggia intorno cinica, ignara. L'autostrada scappa sotto le ruote dell'autobus, conducendomi dove, io devo necessariamente ed immancabilmente essere. Ora è sbucato il mare, io sono a precipizio e lo osservo dall'alto. E' scuro oggi, riflette senza mentire il cielo uggioso. C'è una piccola banchina artificiale, che si protrae solitaria tra la spuma. Resta immobile, seguendo il suo destino. A breve sono sicuro pioverà e il mare andrà in burrasca. Ma resterà là. Perchè è lì che deve essere. Magari è sbagliato il motivo per cui è lì, magari è sbagliato costruirla così esposta: un giorno crollerà usurata dal sale e dalle intemperie. Forse sono come quella banchina.
Wrong - Depache Mode.
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah
Wrong
Wrong
(Too long)
Wrong
(Too long)
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
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Wrong.
giovedì 4 marzo 2010 by Solodallamente
Sono seduto in questo autobus che mi riporterrà a Napoli; guardo il cielo dal finestrino, con un trasporto malinconico, pregusto la tempesta. Inspiro ancora questa tranquillità apparente che mi aleggia intorno cinica, ignara. L'autostrada scappa sotto le ruote dell'autobus, conducendomi dove, io devo necessariamente ed immancabilmente essere. Ora è sbucato il mare, io sono a precipizio e lo osservo dall'alto. E' scuro oggi, riflette senza mentire il cielo uggioso. C'è una piccola banchina artificiale, che si protrae solitaria tra la spuma. Resta immobile, seguendo il suo destino. A breve sono sicuro pioverà e il mare andrà in burrasca. Ma resterà là. Perchè è lì che deve essere. Magari è sbagliato il motivo per cui è lì, magari è sbagliato costruirla così esposta: un giorno crollerà usurata dal sale e dalle intemperie. Forse sono come quella banchina.
Wrong - Depache Mode.
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah
Wrong
Wrong
(Too long)
Wrong
(Too long)
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
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