In memoria di Peter Steele, deceduto per un infarto a soli 48 anni, 3 giorni fa...

TYPE O NEGATIVE - Black no.1 (Little Miss Scare-All)

I went looking for trouble and boy - i found her

She's in love with herself - she likes the dark
on her milk white neck - the Devil's mark

Now it's all Hallows Eve - the moon is full
will she trick or treat - i bet she will
she will - happy halloween - baby

She's got a date at midnight - with Nosferatu
oh baby, Lilly Munster - ain't got nothing on you

Well when i called her evil - she just laughed
well cast that spell on me - boo bitch craft

Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing
you can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
dye em black - dye em black

Black black black black No. 1
black black black black No. 1

Little wolf skin boots - and clove cigarettes
an erotic funeral - for witch she's dressed
her perfume smells like - burning leaves
everyday is halloween

Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing
you can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
dye em black - dye em black

Black black black black No. 1
she dyes em black black black black No. 1

Loving you - loving you - love love loving you was like loving
the dead
loving you - loving you love love loving you was like - loving
the dead

Loving you was like loving the dead - loving you was like loving
the dead - loving you was like loving the dead
was like loving the dead - was like loving the dead - was like
loving the dead

Sacre bleu

Loving you - loving you - love love loving you was like loving
the dead - was like fucking the dead
loving you was like loving the dead - loving you was like loving
the dead - loving you was like loving the dead - was like loving
the dead
loving you - loving you - loving you - loving you - loving you -
loving you
was like loving the dead
was like loving the dead
was like loving the dead

Black black black black No. 1
she dyes it black black black black No. 1

Ooh yeah

Black black black black No. 1
black black black black No. 1

Voglio vederti morire!
Voglio vederti soffrire!
Voglio vederti sanguinare!
Voglio vederti sudare!

Ah, che ricordi......

Pete Steele è morto?
Cavoli, son proprio fuori dal giro ultimamente...
Per fortuna che li ho visti i Type O Negative dal vivo, altrimenti non avrei mai potuto dare loro la stima che secondo me meritavano...

Quando Michael Jackson era ancora un cazzutissimo nero e non un povero disperato bianco...
pace all'anima sua.

BEAT IT

They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and the words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Chorus:
Just beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playing with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Chorus
(Repeat 9 times - fade out)

P.S: billie jean come canzone è addirittura meglio ma è impossibile postare il video, tra l'altro particolarissimo vedetevelo qui http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwDkoJKPr4g

BILLIE JEAN

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said I don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth

Chorus:
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

For forty days and for forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she's in demand
Her schemes and plans
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened way too soon
She called me to her room

Chorus
(Ad lib to fade)

O___o;

Ma... che... diavolo.... ????

Non ci si crede... ce l'avevo anch'io, tra l'altro, il Supersantos!!

   

Va beh, se dobbiamo finire sul demente, allora beccatevi questa... pezzo a cui sono legata per ragioni inenarrabili e che resteranno oscure ai più, ma che merita:


VOLEVO UN TAGLIO SEMPLICE  (Gli Atroci)

Volevo un taglio semplice
senza la messa in piega,
ma siccome non mi hai ascoltato
ti ho decapitato con la motosega!

Il mio nuovo parrucchiere
mi ha deluso un pò!
Gli ho chiesto un taglio senza pretese
ma lo scalpo a zero proprio no!

E all'improvviso,
non c'è più il viso!

Volevo un taglio semplice
senza la messa in piega,
ma siccome non mi hai ascoltato
ti ho decapitato con la motosega!

C'è chi dice che un pò spesso
me la prendo un pò!
non mi sembra di esser teso
permaloso poi proprio no!

Io son mansueto! Anche introverso!

Volevo un taglio semplice
senza la messa in piega,
ma siccome non mi hai ascoltato
ti ho decapitato con la motosega!

La francia frangia troppo corta,
mi manda sempre in bestia,
la conseguenza logica
è il collo senza testa!

I miei capelli voglio gestire!
Senza doverli mai alterare!
Il parrucchiere deve obbedire,
sennò il negozio andrà in eredità!
I miei capelli voglio cambiare,
ogni qualvolta mi tira il c***o!
I parrucchieri devo sfoltire,
cosiì il camposanto si infoltirà!
Sembra diverso! Molto più basso!
E anche il suo sguardo! E' molto spento!

Volevo un taglio semplice
senza la messa in piega,
ma siccome non mi hai ascoltato
ti ho decapitato con la motosega!
La frangia troppo corta mi manda sempre in bestia!
La conseguenza logica è il collo senza testa!