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There Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked (Cage the Elephant)

I was walking down the street when out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me
She said, “I never seen a man, who looks so all alone
And could you use a little company?
If you can pay the right price, your evening will be nice
But you can go and send me on my way”
I said, “You’re such a sweet young thing, why you do this to yourself?”
She looked at me and this is what she said

Oh there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
There ain’t nothing in this world for free
Oh no, I can’t slow down, I can’t hold back
Though you know, I wish I could
Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Not even fifteen minutes later after walking down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out out of sight
And then he swept up from behind, he put a gun up to my head
He made it clear he wasn’t looking for a fight
He said, “Give me all you’ve got, I want your money not your life
But if you try to make a move I won’t think twice”
I told him, “You can have my cash, but first you know I gotta ask
What made you want to live this kind of life?”
He said

Oh there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
There ain’t nothing in this world for free
Oh no, I can’t slow down, I can’t hold back
Though you know, I wish I could
Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Well now a couple hours past and I was sitting in my house
The day was winding down and coming to an end
And so I turned on the TV and flipped it over to the news
And what I saw I almost couldn’t comprehend
I saw a preacher man in cuffs, he’d taken money from the church
He’d stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills
But even still I can’t say much because I know we’re all the same
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

Oh there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
We got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed
There ain’t nothing in this world for free
Oh no we can’t slow down, we can’t hold back
Though you know we wish we could
Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

My Love Will Never Die (Claire Wyndham)

From Lucifer Season 4, Episode 10

My love, my love
My fearless love
I will not say goodbye
Sea may rise
Sky may fall
My love will never die

Go on, go on
Go bravely on
Into the blackest night
Hold my breath
‘Til your return
My love will never die

My heart, my heart
My drowning heart
Oh all the tears I’ve cried
Oh I may weep forevermore
My love will never die

My love, my love
My fearless love
I will not say goodbye
Sea may rise
Sky may fall
My love will never die

Sea may rise
Sky may fall
My love will never die
My love will never die

Jenny of Oldstones

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most

The ones who’d been gone for so very long
She couldn’t remember their names
They spun her around on the damp old stone
Spun away all her sorrow and pain

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

They danced through the day
And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall
From winter to summer and winter again
‘Til the walls did crumble and fall

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most

A propos de …. Jane

“Dear Miss Morland, consider the dreadful nature of the suspicions you have entertained. What have you been judging from? Remember the country and the age in which we live. Remember that we are English: that we are Christians. Consult your own understanding, your own sense of the probable, your own observation of what is passing around you. Does our education prepare us for such atrocities? Do our laws connive at them? Could they be perpetrated without being known in a country like this, where social and literary intercourse is on such a footing, where every man is surrounded by a neighbourhood of voluntary spies, and where roads and newspapers lay everything open? Dearest Miss Morland, what ideas have you been admitting?”
  They had reached the end of the gallery; and with tears of shame she ran off to her own room.

 Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

Profumo di Buono!

Esiste un profumo migliore, al mattino, di quello del pane appena sfornato?

Per me, che sono genovese (orgogliosissima di esserlo) si!!!!

La focaccia! Quella genovese, non la pizza bianca come la chiama qualche “scriteriato”.

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Eccola, nel suo splendore. Con la crosticina che scricchiola al tatto. Pronta per essere “pucciata” (come diciamo noi genovesi) nel caffelatte.

Sento già il profumo … e il cuore gioisce!

Buon appetito a tutti!!!!!