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Disturbed - of our time stolen
I love disturbance. I could finish it here, because the rest is talk, because I lack the rhetoric of the reviewers, because I miss canaglieria impressionistic metaphors.
But I would say because I love them, once again, immediately clearing the field of debt of gratitude.
fact, I have a debt of gratitude to them, when I hit rock bottom when I was living like shit, I forget everything and forgotten by all, they were mindful of Virginiana Miller and invited me to the city from below. If only this, however, a single text message: "Thank you, see you soon. "
Instead we are here talking about a record, their new album. Sure, they are not ordinary people." They "are the ones that I hold it to his brothers. Because when I listen to a record of the disturbance do not think that the 'has made another, they did "they", my brothers. So it is also my thing.
"How could it not be?" Even the wrinkles on the face rock you dig "is true. Those if he had not noticed, it is hard work. It 's hard not to get by in good conscience have you ever made fun of not having plagued the soul of the songs "previously unreleased." For what?
to be every time make a move: from one house to another, from one room another, load and unload the van. Each label, a promoter from another. And each time, like this time, what you bring home is not 'success', that is stuff you need to singers, to those who are fortunate enough to live in a extortion of primary narcissism.
No. Every time it comes to bringing home a shred of truth beauty: a focus on ants. And what you fail to pass, this effort is that you still stuck on him, the bitterness that you chew.
I do not tattooed in the minority, not having found something that I want to take him for life.
But if I point the needle in the arm, at this moment, I would doubts, I would have a sentence: "it is not fatigue, is the waste that makes me furious."
This truth, as simple as all truth, as a direct slap in the face, contains perhaps the art of the disturbance. One thing they can do better than anyone else, is this: talk about you as if you knew. They talk about the work and the work they are talking about is your job. About love and what they are talking about happened to you or you happen.
You will not find any disturbance in a song of romantic deceit. And when someone that famous 'I said that' suffer in a song by Disturbed, not flaunting never so Herculean, hyperbolic, pleased. It is not never in the spot of the theater. He does like you and I would do when no one sees us. When someone laughs, laughs at what rideremmo you and me. In the way we would do. We see the TG
a service on the assembly of Confindustria, we hear the statements. The great preacher (because this is a time of great sermons and no substance), you would like to say, "Montezemolo compete with all the almond-shaped eyes." Settenari are slippery, it is a nursery rhyme children. Performed by Thomas, who has a child's eyes and gaze. And you can not agree with him, you would not think that Montezemolo that thing you wanted to tell him yourself. We wanted to tell everyone: "compete for who does not deserve it? Do not you think of having taken the piss enough?
From tomorrow I believe and I hope that many will talk about the new album by Disturbed. I want to say that while this disk I reasoned long with Gigi, a Tornetti, a remote village in the mountains above Turin. A non-place all uphill, a handful of wooden houses. A
Tornetti the night is not as down in the city. If there are clouds, the night is thick and scary. But if there are stars, however, is even worse, because it becomes nothing. Then
masterpiece this record is, for me, the track nine: "First."
"First you will have no other God than the darkness to cross the discordant note of the stairwell."
This affects us povericristi Golgotha, this difficult path which has to find breath to say important things with light and compassion. This ascent is that we all inadequate and unprepared, where few things you scampano all'affanno: some songs, some lovely Sunday spent with someone who knew what it was Sunday. The hand on the shoulder of a friend.
Our time stolen then becomes what, in our turn, we managed to steal time.
enjoy it, please, then it is getting late.
(Simone) 
I love disturbance. I could finish it here, because the rest is talk, because I lack the rhetoric of the reviewers, because I miss canaglieria impressionistic metaphors.
But I would say because I love them, once again, immediately clearing the field of debt of gratitude.
fact, I have a debt of gratitude to them, when I hit rock bottom when I was living like shit, I forget everything and forgotten by all, they were mindful of Virginiana Miller and invited me to the city from below. If only this, however, a single text message: "Thank you, see you soon. "
Instead we are here talking about a record, their new album. Sure, they are not ordinary people." They "are the ones that I hold it to his brothers. Because when I listen to a record of the disturbance do not think that the 'has made another, they did "they", my brothers. So it is also my thing.
"How could it not be?" Even the wrinkles on the face rock you dig "is true. Those if he had not noticed, it is hard work. It 's hard not to get by in good conscience have you ever made fun of not having plagued the soul of the songs "previously unreleased." For what?
to be every time make a move: from one house to another, from one room another, load and unload the van. Each label, a promoter from another. And each time, like this time, what you bring home is not 'success', that is stuff you need to singers, to those who are fortunate enough to live in a extortion of primary narcissism.
No. Every time it comes to bringing home a shred of truth beauty: a focus on ants. And what you fail to pass, this effort is that you still stuck on him, the bitterness that you chew.
I do not tattooed in the minority, not having found something that I want to take him for life.
But if I point the needle in the arm, at this moment, I would doubts, I would have a sentence: "it is not fatigue, is the waste that makes me furious."
This truth, as simple as all truth, as a direct slap in the face, contains perhaps the art of the disturbance. One thing they can do better than anyone else, is this: talk about you as if you knew. They talk about the work and the work they are talking about is your job. About love and what they are talking about happened to you or you happen.
You will not find any disturbance in a song of romantic deceit. And when someone that famous 'I said that' suffer in a song by Disturbed, not flaunting never so Herculean, hyperbolic, pleased. It is not never in the spot of the theater. He does like you and I would do when no one sees us. When someone laughs, laughs at what rideremmo you and me. In the way we would do. We see the TG
a service on the assembly of Confindustria, we hear the statements. The great preacher (because this is a time of great sermons and no substance), you would like to say, "Montezemolo compete with all the almond-shaped eyes." Settenari are slippery, it is a nursery rhyme children. Performed by Thomas, who has a child's eyes and gaze. And you can not agree with him, you would not think that Montezemolo that thing you wanted to tell him yourself. We wanted to tell everyone: "compete for who does not deserve it? Do not you think of having taken the piss enough?
From tomorrow I believe and I hope that many will talk about the new album by Disturbed. I want to say that while this disk I reasoned long with Gigi, a Tornetti, a remote village in the mountains above Turin. A non-place all uphill, a handful of wooden houses. A
Tornetti the night is not as down in the city. If there are clouds, the night is thick and scary. But if there are stars, however, is even worse, because it becomes nothing. Then
masterpiece this record is, for me, the track nine: "First."
"First you will have no other God than the darkness to cross the discordant note of the stairwell."
This affects us povericristi Golgotha, this difficult path which has to find breath to say important things with light and compassion. This ascent is that we all inadequate and unprepared, where few things you scampano all'affanno: some songs, some lovely Sunday spent with someone who knew what it was Sunday. The hand on the shoulder of a friend.
Our time stolen then becomes what, in our turn, we managed to steal time.
enjoy it, please, then it is getting late.
(Simone)
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