Bastia (French pronunciation: [bas.tja], Corsican and Italian pronunciation: [basti'a]) is a French commune in the Haute-Corse department of France located in the north-east of the island of Corsica at the base of Cap Corse. It also has the second-highest population of any commune on the island after Ajaccio and is the capital of the Bagnaja region and of the department.
Bastia is the principle port of the island and its principle commercial town and is especially famous for its wines. Approximately 10% of the population are immigrants. The unemployment rate in the commune has persistently been one of the highest in France, standing at over 20% in 2004.
The inhabitants of the commune are known as Bastiais or Bastiaises.
The commune has been awarded three flowers by the National Council of Towns and Villages in Bloom in the Competition of cities and villages in Bloom.
Located in the North-East of Corsica at the base of the Cap Corse, between the sea and the mountain, Bastia is the principle port of the island. The city is located 35 km (22 mi) away from the Northern tip of the Cap Corse, 50 km (31 mi) West from Elba, an Italian island, and 90 km (56 mi) away from continental Italy which can be seen a few days per year when visibility is excellent.
Bastia is a genus of harvestmen in the family Sclerosomatidae.
you told me to walk your way
when i followed for that simple reason
our fate was to stay
together 'til our souls departed
your will was my word
you tried to go against my speach
my word was you'd stay
together 'til our souls departed
you had no choice
was that my destiny
you belonged to me
in sickness and in health
i was your puppeteer
was that the way it should be
together 'til our souls departed
i would never change it
not for anything in the dark world
thank you for those days
i will keep them in the dark side of my mind
the day that youchanged
i will condemn the day 'til i die
what about those words you said
together 'til our souls departed
you had no choice
was that my destiny
you belonged to me
in sickness and in health
i was your puppeteer
was that the way it should be
together 'til our souls departed
the rain clears my thoughts
i embrace it like the night i live in
i'm rather lost than possessed
you will learn the rules
this life is just a game we're playing
and we will lose
there is no way to move the pieces
you had no choice
was that my destiny
you belonged to me
in sickness and in health
i was your puppeteer
was that the way it should be
together 'til our souls departed