Mi figlia corre sempre, forse più del mondo, non so cosa voglia raggiungere, semplicemente ora corre. Corri amore, corri sempre, lasciati il vento alle spalle! RUN, BABY, RUN She was born in November 1963The day Aldous Huxley diedAnd her mama believedThat every man could be freeSo her mama got high, high, highAnd her daddy marched on BirminghamSinging mighty protest songsAnd he pictured all the placesThat he knew that she belongedBut he failed and taught her youngThe only thing she’s need to carry onHe taught her how toRun baby run baby run baby runBaby runPast the arms of the familiarAnd their talk of better daysTo the comfort of the strangersSlipping out before they sayso longBaby loves to runShe counts out all her moneyIn the taxi on the way to meet her planeStares hopeful out the windowAt the workers fightingThrough the pouring rainShe’s searching through the stationsFor an unfamiliar songAnd she’s pictures all the placesWhere she knows she still belongsAnd she smiles the secret smileBecause she knows exactly howTo carry onSo run baby run baby run baby runBaby runFrom the old familiar faces andTheir old familiar waysTo the comfort of the strangersSlipping out before they saySo longBaby loves to run

Mi figlia corre sempre, forse più del mondo, non so cosa voglia raggiungere, semplicemente ora corre.

Corri amore, corri sempre, lasciati il vento alle spalle!

RUN, BABY, RUN

She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
That he knew that she belonged
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she’s need to carry on
He taught her how to

Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

Past the arms of the familiar
And their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
so long
Baby loves to run

She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
She’s searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she’s pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on

So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run

The passenger  - Iggy Pop I am a passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city’s backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am a passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city’s a rip in the sky And everything looks good tonight Singin’ la la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la la-la Get into the car We’ll be the passenger We’ll ride through the city tonight See the city’s ripped insides We’ll see the bright and hollow sky We’ll see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the sided hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the city’s ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me ‘cause it just belongs to you and me So let’s take a ride and see what’s mine Singing… Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window’s eye He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city asleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine Oh, let’s ride and ride and ride and ride… Singing…

The passenger  - Iggy Pop


I am a passenger 
And I ride and I ride 
I ride through the city’s backside 
I see the stars come out of the sky 
Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky 
You know it looks so good tonight 
I am a passenger 
I stay under glass 
I look through my window so bright 
I see the stars come out tonight 
I see the bright and hollow sky 
Over the city’s a rip in the sky 
And everything looks good tonight 
Singin’ la la la la la-la-la la 
La la la la la-la-la la 
La la la la la-la-la la la-la 
Get into the car 
We’ll be the passenger 
We’ll ride through the city tonight 
See the city’s ripped insides 
We’ll see the bright and hollow sky 
We’ll see the stars that shine so bright 
The sky was made for us tonight 
Oh the passenger 
How how he rides 
Oh the passenger 
He rides and he rides 
He looks through his window 
What does he see? 
He sees the sided hollow sky 
He see the stars come out tonight 
He sees the city’s ripped backsides 
He sees the winding ocean drive 
And everything was made for you and me 
All of it was made for you and me 
‘cause it just belongs to you and me 
So let’s take a ride and see what’s mine 
Singing… 
Oh, the passenger 
He rides and he rides 
He sees things from under glass 
He looks through his window’s eye 
He sees the things he knows are his 
He sees the bright and hollow sky 
He sees the city asleep at night 
He sees the stars are out tonight 
And all of it is yours and mine 
And all of it is yours and mine 
Oh, let’s ride and ride and ride and ride… 
Singing…

(via selene)