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Altro pezzo per la serie di poster liberamente ispirati al poster originale "Keep Calm and Carry On".
You can see the entire set here: www.eleonoraanzini.com/portfolio/keep-calm-poster

The time has come, the time has come, the time has come today
The time has come, the time has come, the time has come today

And so all the good people wanna rescue
From all the small people wanna talk to you
All the clever people wanna tell you
That all the little people wanna dance its true

Cloud, block out the sun
Over me, over me
And spoil, spoil all the fun
Won't you please

If you please, please anyone
Talk to me, talk to me
All you boys, lonely and drunk
On your knees

It's just Us and Them
Over and over again
Us v. Them
Over and over again

Us and Them
Over and over again

(Us V Them, LCD Soundsystem)

I was walking
With my feet
A disposition
Fell over me

The armory wall was bleeding
The restless child was reading

I was swimming
Could hardly stand
The swimming hour was at hand
The fishes they were feeding
The lambs they were bleating

I walk slowly
When I walk away from you

I'm feeling bad
I'm looking bad
I feel and look so bad
Some might say
Yours truly is soaking his head

There's apprehension
And inhibition
All contributions
To my attrition
And it happened long ago
These things these things
That make me walk so darn slow

(Headsoak, Andrew Bird)

So this is the new year.
And i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance (in the distance).

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions

So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one

I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that can hold us back.

(The New Year, Death Cab For Cutie)

You gotta answer to yourself
You can't depend on anyone else
You gotta know where you stand
And what's in your hands
Yeah, you gotta answer to yourself

You gotta write down what you know
You gotta make sure that it's known
Because they're coming along to see what you've done
And they're gonna claim it for their own

You got a rabbit in your hat
You got a few tricks up your sleeve
Don't get stuck in a rut
Or stuck in the same
You got exactly what you need

You got a talent, don't you know?
You're more talented than you know
And you give it a shot
And give it the time
And be surprised how far it goes

But I think I'm gonna die
Before I see my time
But I think I'm gonna die
Trying anyway

You gotta answer to yourself
Two days a week outside yourself
You take an hour a day, an hour a day
And you don't respond to anyone else

You got a few things on your shelf
You got to look through for yourself
You gotta choose what to read
Choose what to believe
And you don't take it from anyone else

But I think I'm gonna die
Before I see my time

Answer To Yourself, The Soft Pack

I'm so sick of you
so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I want to fly away

I'm so sick of work
so sick of play
I don't need another day
I need to fly away

Every shiny toy
That at first brings you joy
Will always start to croy and annoy
Every camera every phone
All the music that you own
Won't change the fact you're all alone

Every piece of land
every city that you plan
will crumble into tiny grains of sand

Every thing you find that at first gives you shine
always turns into the same old crime

I want to fly away

Every little dance
Every hidden back romance
All alone

(Sick of you, Cake)