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Africa
04:07
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Illustrations: Simone Peracchi from Secondary Action.
Africa
Why
don’t you
want to taste the spleen?
Why
don’t you
want to feel the indisposition?
As if there were plaids on me (come se, ci fossero coperte su di me)
Why don’t you
want
to hear me.
Why
Do you always keep looking for those faces you don’t want?
Why
Do you always keep looking for things you cannot?
Cause
I’m here.
Looking at
Those long legs and your butter-like look,
Your butter-like look.
Monotonia di situazioni e tediosa regolarità di impegni, tessono una trama che produce fatica, disturbi nervosi, apatia, disgusto di sè e reazioni violente. Nessuna meraviglia, dunque, se una generazione protetta dal freddo grazie al riscaldamento centralizzato e dal caldo grazie all'aria condizionata, trasportata su veicoli asetticida un'identica casa o albergo ad un altro,senta il bisogno di viaggi mentali o fisici, di pillole stimolanti o sedative, dei viaggi catartici del sesso, della musica, o della danza.
Passiamo troppo tempo in stanze chiuse,
e invecchiamo,
e invecchiamo
Ancora!!
As if i didnt know
Arent we like just shot pigs?
You are not my brothers
They are dead
I’m coming home in Africa
I’m coming home in Africa
I’m coming home in Africa
There are huge places
An a big dry desert
Andrò in Africa da te
Andrò in Africa da te
Andrò in Africa da te
Andrò in Africa da te.
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2. |
New York
03:54
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Illustrations: Simone Peracchi from Secondary Action.
New york
I fell three times before i kissed you,
Running time sinks
like a monk
on a gong
through waves,
in an angry ocean between us.
And I lost a string
which sings you
and now,
my guitar is toothless,
dancing
in an empty street
Have you eve danced in an empty street?
Have you ever drunk a wine like this?
It’s mine, it’s my wine,
It’s my city,
my nights,
my song,
Yes it’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine
Yes it’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine.
You wanna say
you wanna say
you wanna say
you wanna say
you wanna say..
Milan seems to be like your city of New York,
New York!
The city in august is in lethargy but you are full of energy
you know?
The distance between me and you is closer
it’s so closer
it’s so close
it’s so close
you know?
You know what you know?
You know
Oh! you know what you know?
Oh you know?
No you don’t know what you want.
Tomorrow there will be an ocean but now you have
a persian!
Tonight, tomorrow you will pass from here to clouds from here to hell
until sun shines
until falls
two times,
Until falls two times!
New York!
New York!
New York!
New York!
New York!
New York!
New York Is mine, is mine,
New York Is mine, is mine,
New York Is mine, is mine.
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3. |
Twinskins
04:34
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I love you, how you feel on your skin
The noises of your life.
I love you, how you feel on your skin
My voice,
Like water down your elbows..
Just love you,
No don’t cry no more
Its just a beautiful day
Im just trying to be in you
Like one body like a twin
Like one body like a twin
I have roots in
You
From my chest
to yours
From my tongue
to your ear
And from my lips
to your neck
Your nightmares.
From my chest
to yours
from my tongue
to your ear
and from my lips
to your neck
describe your nightmares
to me,
from my chest
to yours
from my tongue
to your ear
and from my lips
to your neck
my skin is itching
without you.
Your nightmares.
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4. |
Bhutan
06:15
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Make it when you want
And what you want is what you need
And what you need is what you want
And you won’t have regrets!
Regrets,regrets, regrets,
You won’t have regrets,
regrets, regrets, regrets…
Ehy cause I don’t
feel the rain
Ehy cause I don’t
see the rain
Rain is pourin in my head,
Rain is pourin all around you,
all around you
all around you
all around you
all around you.
One picture a day is not enough
to show you my life,
One picture a day is not enough
to call you one day
My Lady.
Not enough to feel the pain, to hit the name
My Lady…
Uoh oh oh,
Uoh oh oh,
Not enough to feel the pain, to hit the name
My Lady.
Ehy cause I don’t
feel the rain
ehy cause I don’t
see the rain
Rain has poured in your head
Rain has poured all around me
all around me
all around me
all around me
all around me.
Ehy cause I don’t feel the rain
Ehy cause I don’t see the rain
Rain is pouring in my head
Rain is pouring all around you
All around you all around you all around you all around you.
All around you all around you all around you all around you.
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5. |
Snowire
05:32
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Don’t you think
I’m a better person?
With better smiles in a better dress?
Don’t you think
I’m a better person?
With better stories
With less words?
Sitting up a fortress riding a falling, falling sun
Slipping off your mind
Sitting up a fortress riding a falling falling sun
Slipping off your mind
You are dancing on my bed now,
You are balancing your life
Like a man on a wire…
There’s wind
Today,
And wires are dancing for you
There’s wind,
Today,
And wires are dancing for you,
Sitting up a fortress riding a falling falling sun
Slipping off your mind
Sitting up a fortress riding a falling falling sun
Slipping off your mind
You are dancing on my bed, you are balancing your life
Like a man
On a wire
On a wire
On a wire
On a wire
On a wire…
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6. |
Last Trip
03:23
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Last trip
I wasn’t me
So hey he hey he hey
Ho.
Last trip
I wasn’t me at all
So heyhe heyhe hey
Ho.
Tripping for hopeness
So hey hey
Ho.
Without
Roofs
Without
Boots
Without
Roofs to fall down from
Without
Roofs covering the sky
We haven’t seen
the sun
Reflected on the highest windows
For months!
Without
Roofs:
I’ve a personal pool
With a personal garden
With personal sand in my shoes!
Without
Purpose:
He met real people and true things!
Hey he so hey hey he
Ho.
Last trip
I wasn’t me at all
So hey he hey he hey
Ho.
Tripping for hopeness
So hey hey
Ho.
That’s the last trip
Ive touched happiness
For three seconds!
For two seconds!
For one second!
For only one fuckin second!
And its passed
Its passed away,
in a wake of chain.
And its fuckin passed
Fucking passed away
In a wake
Of chain.
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