"Parliamo sempre di noi, anche quando parliamo d'altro" (cit. Emme)
(Artwork: Stefano Passaretti)
(Artwork: Stefano Passaretti)
Lundi massacre
Looking to the mirror
Every morning
Ich habe es satt
See your face bored
Yesterday I drunk too much
In my room, this is enough
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Suddenly my face is screaming
to the mirror:
“Voices”, is
coming now.
Remembering me the time: “you
have to hurry up hurry up”
Every day and every hour
every day and every hour
Looking to the mirror
Every morning
Ich habe es satt
See your face bored
Yesterday I drunk too much
In my room, this is enough
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Suddently my face is screaming
to the mirror:
“Voices” is coming now.
Remembering me the time: “you
have to hurry up hurry up”
Every day and every hour
every day and every hour
Think about your life, you
have to think about your time
Running runninng
Think about your life, you
have to think about your time
Are they screaming from the
left side? Screaming from the right (side)?
My head is crashing, my
terrible headache.
Empty stomach
Joey is going down in the high
city lights
Just moving near the traffic
line
He is thinking about how empty
is his stomach
How empty are the pockets, how
empty is the brain,
A little angry cat at the top
of the street,
Remember him, it’s time to
move into the night
It’s cold outside, inside, outside, it's really cold over around,
Shadows moving through his eyes,
He should arrive at any minute now.
He should arrive at any minute now.
Monkey starts to jump on his back,
His eyes running at the top of
his face
Muscle dry, starting some pain
He is asking everyone where his
man is
Life isn’t so fine,
I’m trying to find some smile.
He watches his clock is dirty
and old, there is no sign of life
He cocks up...
So what is that, tic tac tic
tac tic
He assures, a sure joke of his
mind
He’s starting to be anxious
He’s starting to drool and lose his control
Life, isn’t so fine,
I’m trying to find some smile.
They said goes better time by
time
I don’t mind
Jackie the priest
The convulsive clinking sound over my head,
With your rotten teeth and
your beautiful eyes
Will let me dance
With smelling skin you deign
to guide myself
God loves who dies young
Children’s crowd are dancing
into the rubbish
Stamp the ground on
antibiotics
Someone prefers to
hide himselves
Someone realises after he has
hit the ground
Into the garbage, shacking the
head
Someone realises it’s time
to break.
Counting mistakes, asking for piety
Try to convince about his good
intention
Jackie the priest was a real
actor
Hiding the monster under the
dress
With your rotten teeth and
your beautiful eyes
Will let me dance
With smelling skin you deign
to guide myself
I learned to have no fear.
And the emptiness hammers away
at me.
God loves who dies young
Children’s crowd are dancing
into the rubbish
Stamp the ground on
antibiotics
I’m waiting for my doc
Blue light is coming from the
right
Strange sounds are coming from
outside
This room is full of strange
animals
They are so cute, they are so
nice
Clock, clock, clock I’m waiting
for my doc
Blue light now is coming from
the right
Clock clock no I’m just
waiting for my doc
Strange sounds are coming from
outside
This house is full of
phenomenons,
They try to be good, they try
to be nice
I wanna speak about life
They try to create my decay
But doc doc you can only
divine
My doc this problem isn’t away
Clock, clock, clock I’m waiting
for my doc
Blue light now is coming from
the right
Clock, clock, I’m just
waiting for my doc
Strange sounds are coming from
outside
This house is full of
phenomenons,
They try to be good, they try
to be nice.
Macaronar
What’s America
Maccaroni
Hare Hare Supermarket
Le mani che sudano e anche stasera
un parto
isterico di me stesso
Difronte gli astanti rimane miseria
un parto
isterico di me stesso
What’s America
Maccaroni
Hare Hare Supermarket
Le braccia che stringono invano placando
Il parto isterico di me stesso
Pareti nascondono in ventri accoglienti
Il parto isterico di me stesso
Niko
You have the colours
You have the paintbrushes
Then, paint your paradise, and
get in
Just leave a door
A little door
Like the ones
At the bottom of the trees
In the forest where the gnomes
Use to smash in
Coming back from a booze-up
I have no time
But like as you know these days just dampen
You push me in
A little push
I'm over please
Cause everyone is grey
I see no people, this is my
prayer
We have to hook it
From this Crazy
Pilo’s Show
Goodbye
I say goodbye
I don’t know
We always tried
We always tried
You can scream, you can cry
you can also try to lie
But my answer now remains just
this goodbye
Don’t try to blame
me
Don’t try to scream my name
Just forget me let me escape
rest in silence please be quiet
Cause this night you have to
hear ..my “goodbye”
I say goodbye
I don’t know
We always tried
We always tried
You can scream, you can cry
you can also try to lie
But my answer now remains just
this “goodbye”
The revolution is subject to
delay
The revolution is subject to
delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to
delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to
delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to
delay I’m sorry
And then I’ll go to my
favourite friend
And then I'll go to my favourite super hero
And then I'll ask my
favourite dealer
The revolution is really
subject to delay?
I know women screaming on a
top of a roof
Away away from here they’re
looking from invisible monitors
Blue in the face, sunglasses at night
You see people working 24
hours around your city
Too easy to be modern
like this
“Coward” I wanna scream standing by your child
The revolution is subject to
delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to
delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to
delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to
delay I’m sorry
And then I’ll go to my
favourite friend
And then I'll go to my favourite super hero
And thaen I'll ask my
favourite dealer
The revolution is really
subject to delay?
“Coward” I wanna scream, standing by your child
"Coward"
Mommy on the sofa
At three years old your life is a
real shit,
Not everything turns out as it
should.
Your mommy smoking some dope
It’s like a gaga over, looking
at you.
And you should ask why here
it’s so cold,
It’s like a journey to far
away mountains.
But she is too busy, taking
care of thousand of men passing by her sofa
And every time that she
changes position
It’s like an old computer full
of transistor
Your pretty mommy fighting and
dancing and moving all around
Naked again
You can ask to daddy how
crazy, how sick it is
For a baby to see all those
things
And mommy is getting creazy,
she is doing every time exactly the same.
Daddy and mamy I hope you will
see each other, this is my only prayer
The situation is complicated I
just want to let you know
I can’t
take it any more
And every time that she
changes position
It’s like an old computer full
of transistor
Your pretty mommy fighting and
dancing and moving all around
Naked again.
