ASIAGO, novembre 2007

Eccoci qui, solito lunedi del ca**o, posto del ca**o dopo aver concluso un super weekend. Abbiamo abbandonato quelle schifose giostre e ce ne siamo fuggiti sull'altopiano.
Alzi la mano chi se ne è pentito???
Sempre bello Asiago, un mix di colori ed emozioni. Emozioni a cui tutti hanno contribuito.
Weizen, grappette fruttate, franciacorta, champagne, colonne sonore, hanno contribuito a sviluppare tali emozioni....
Ne abbiamo combinate, come ogni volta...ballato in discoteche strane, prive di gente, persi nell'altopiano in cerca di locali (ragazzi ma dove c***o sta sto Maddarello), mangiato e bevuto in posti stupendi.
Ogni tanto eravamo un pò assenti, sguardi persi nel nulla, in viaggio ...e chissà in quale paese...Ma va bene così, ognuno aveva i suoi motivi, ma come ho detto un mix di emozioni, tutti hanno riso, qualcuno ha litigato e qualcuno ha amato....
Ma noi sempre puntuali a far festa, e sempre sarà così...
Volevo farvi i complimenti ragazzi....

Best Regards,
Nicola

QUESTA E' PER LA GENTE CHE NON POSSO PIU' SCORDARE.
QUESTA E' PER COLORO CHE HANNO UN POSTO NEL MIO CUORE.
QUESTA E' PER LA GENTE CHE E' PARTITA.


Here we go for the hundredth time,
Hand grenade pins in every line,
Throw 'em up and let something shine.
Going out of my f**king mind.
Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
Truth is you can stop and stare,
Bled myself out and no one cares.
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out to reach somewhere.
Yeah someone pour it in,
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.


(Chorus)
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.


I bleed it out.
Go, stop the show.
Choppy words and a sloppy flow.
Shotgun opera, lock and load,
Cock it back and then watch it go.
Mama help me, I've been cursed,
Death is rolling in every verse.
Candy paint on his brand new hearse.
Can't contain him, he knows he works.
F**k this hurts, I won't lie.
Doesn't matter how hard I try.

Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied.
So why, try ignoring him.
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.

[Chester Bennington]

(Chorus)
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out.
I've opened up these scars,
I'll make you face this.
I pulled myself so far,
I'll make you face this now.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out.
I bleed it out.
I bleed it out.