L' uommene 'e ll' ate - Alen & Barbara

The room is cold And has been like this for several months If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it Right down Right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down the dressing table And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape The same events shuffled in a slightly different order each day Just like a modern shopping centre And it's so cold Yeah it's so cold What Is This Feeling called love? Why me? Why you? Why here? Why now? It doesn't make no sense, no It's not convenient, no It doesn't fit my plans, no It's something I don't understand, oh (F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A double L.E.D.L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me?) And as I stand and cross the room I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment And as I touch your shoulder tonight This room has become the centre of the entire universe So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach Like I'm standing on the top of a very high building Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies But this isn't chocolate boxes and roses It's dirtier than that Like some small animal that only comes out at night And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath And it's so cold Yeah it's so cold, oh What Is This Feeling called love? Why me? Why you? Why here? And why now? Oh it doesn't make no sense, no It's not convenient, no It doesn't fit my plans but I got that taste in my mouth again Oh, F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A. double L.E.D.L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me? F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A. double L.E.D.L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Bring on the mo's and ho's Don't snooze or doze Cause I'm rippin up shows Hold your nose, dead bodies are around I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown I write rhymes that shine like lipstick So much material, but not materialistic Imperial styles I use When the mic is lifted the crowd is amused Come with it, if you feel you're full-fledged Or yell "Geronimo!" and jump off the edge Your e-n-d is near when I appear The stage is yours, but wait until the smoke clears Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a load So watch a player when he's playin in player mode Uncle L's bad, and you're soon to say Cause I rip the mic until the toon decay Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) MC's are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet You're not complete, I'm battlin a fragment So creative and witty and outstandin And I be demandin that you're abondoned In the desert or a wild west town While I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round Where will she stop? No one knows Like I said before, bring on the mo's and ho's I know my abc's and my p's and q's Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise All aboard, the cod is a reward Some were ignored when they toured for they bored The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren't endowed Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how You like me now, but you didn't before Cause you forgot I was raw Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Yo, eat em up, L) Ah Future of the funk, ah (Go 'head, baby) (Do it) Go 'head, baby (Do it) Yeah (Do it) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Yo, eat em up, L) It's so visual the way I'm throwin down Visualize MC's goin down In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes The moral of the story is: I'ma get mines I saw the cord-less, boy, I'm gonna house that Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap Don't try to front while the freestyle's droppin He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin You better notify your next akin Cause when I begin it's like a needle to the skin If you wasn't prepared Then you ought to be scared But even if you was You're aware what the rhyme does I remember when you was an amateur Writin your rhymes, starin at my signature Bought the album, analyzed the style Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God bless you, child I'm unique when I speak to a beat Another rapper'll fall when the mission's complete I daze and amaze, my display's a faze Every phrase is a maze as Uncle L slays The competition that's lost in a freestyle Cause on the mic I'm the golden child With the magical wand that they're callin a mike And when MC's approach it turns into a spike Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Why don't you just chill (Eat em up, L) Yeah Yeah I wanna say what's up to my man Kool Herc And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation Know what what I'm sayin My man Marley Marl and DJ Clash My man B-Blast Rush Town Def Jam We in the house Of course I gotta say what's up to my homeboys EPMD Yeah I get busy Peace

Darling, I'm feeling pretty lonesome I'd call you on the phone some But I don't have a dime Darling, you're so far behind me Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line Taking me some paper Pencil in my hand I'm gonna write Darling, you know I feel the cold nights Thinking 'bout the old nights Spent along with you Darling, tears are in my eyes now Knowing I can try now To make it back to you, ooh, ooh Oh, my darling Darling, love you more than ever Wish we were together Darling of mine Darling, I'm feeling pretty lonesome I'd call you on the phone some But I don't have a dime Darling, you're so far behind me Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line Oh, my darling (I'm feeling pretty lonesome) I'm feeling pretty lonesome (I'd call you on the phone some) You know I'd call you (But I don't have a dime) Not one thin dime, darling (Darling), oh, my darling (I'm feeling pretty lonesome) Ooh, I'm lonesome (I'd call you on the phone some) (But I don't have a dime), not one thin dime (Darling), oh, my darling (I'm feeling pretty lonesome) I'm feeling lonesome (I'd call you on the phone some) You know I'd call you (But I don't have a dime) Not one thin dime

Tonight's my lucky night I know He talked to me To tell me he's been thinking of me And all this time he's changed his mind Oh, he told me so That's how I know he's gonna love me Tonight's the night We'll turn out the light And love again Like we did back then And we'll start all over Tonight Tonight's my lucky night I'm sure He's at my door I've waited for this chance to hold him And how I see he's needed me Oh, imagine that He's coming back Coming back to live forever Tonight's the night We'll turn out the light And love again Like we did back then And we'll start all over Tonight