Wishlist – Pearl Jam

17 marzo 201515 marzo 2015 | Pentagrammi di Farina

Buon ascolto!

I wish I was a neutron bomb,

For once I could go off.

I wish I was a sacrifice

But somehow still lived on.

I wish I was a sentimental ornament

You hung on

The christmas tree,

I wish I was the star that went on top,

I wish I was the evidence

I wish I was the sun for fifty million hands upraised,

And opened toward the sky.

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me.

I wish I was as fortunate,

As fortunate as me.

I wish I was a messenger,

And all the news was good.

I wish I was the full moon shining off a camaro’s hood.

I wish I was an alien, at home behind the sun,

I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on.

I wish I was the pedal break that you depended on.

I wish I was the verb “to trust”, and never let you down.

I wish I was a radio song,

The one that you could turned up,

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,

I guess it never stops.

Daniela

Given to fly -Pearl Jam

10 febbraio 20151 febbraio 2015 | Pentagrammi di Farina

Buon ascolto!

He could’ve tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, “Hey, look at me now”
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh

He’s… flying
Whole…
High… wide, oh

He floated back down ‘cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly

High… flying
Oh, oh
High… flying
Oh, oh
He’s… flying
Oh, oh