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Black Madonna
03:35
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What do you feel? Nothing for me
What do you see? Everything but me
So, what do you feel, then?
My words slip down the stairs
And while you stand and see them roll
Like a child who can not walk
Your eyes turn around and
See everything but me
I’m asshole among assholes
And your lies my just response
What’s your being? I want it now
I will suffer, no matter how
What’s your being? I’ll hate today
You will suffer, you can’t even say
What’s your being? I want it now
You will suffer, no matter how
What’s your being? I want today
My black Madonna, to death I will hate
What’s your being? I will never have
You will suffer, you can’t even say
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There ain’t no way of running away from who you are
Feelin’ outlying and mortified for who you are
Crying around you, shoutin’ louder no one will mind
Son of an odd time, shot between your eyes, truth cries around
Do not disturb the driver as years pass by
Here comes the sun between your eyes
It’s like a shot
As that old bag on my shoulders
Weighs more and more
Until your knees do not bend with eyes
Turned to the sun
Do not talk to the driver
You’re gagged and bound
Here comes the sun between your eyes
It’s like a flood
"You can’t beat death but
You can beat death in life, sometimes
you are marvelous
The gods wait to delight
in you" *
Delight in you
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Far is here
04:08
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I tried hard, very hard to be what they want me to be
Another kind of dude
Breathe and look as you want me to
Brand new friends, brand new clothes
Changin all that you want me to
Ain’t it safer so?
Hold my hand and I’m smilin’ too
We passed in front of a mirror
I see two lads, they’re holding hands
One is surely you
I’m a different kind of dude
It is clear that you’re smilin’
To another one
To some kind of a double
And nothing more
If we were made from some better stuff
And we were ourselves
Another life, in another place so far
Wouldn’t be that safe?
But far is here, far is now
Far is here, far is now
Far is now
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Head high
05:29
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Wake up in the morning, early again today
Someone’s waiting outside, you wish it were a girl
A friend, a dog, well it’s a chair though
A chair, a wrench or just a monitor
You wish it were a girl
Well it’s just schedule though
You wish it were a friend
It’s concentration camp
"Working, working (I do) prefer the sound of the sea" *
"And certainly in three places I would never be:
At work, in jail or in a ward ‘cause
Life breaks everyone, but we don’t give a fuck" **
You wish it were a dog
It’s just big hassle
You deeply wish it were life
It’s just the social one
We do everything wrong
We were born all wrong
And all we can do
Is flying down and fast
Smug in front of the gulf curb
Head high
*Dino Campana
*Francesco Volpicelli
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Follow the sign
03:36
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I set my eyes on the city
I set my eyes on the floor
I set my eyes on the city
I set my eyes on the sun
I feel my eyes burn
I packed my suitcase as needed
I packed my rags and my woes
I set my eyes on the ceiling
I set my eyes on the sun
Away from this mire
From the family, from the hypocrisy
Go away from this lame spot
Free from work effects
Getting far from my own self
Follow the sign sayin’:
"Disappear here, the syringe fills with blood
You’re beautiful boy,
And that’s all that matters" *
And that’s truly all
And that’s all that matters
Away from this mire
From the family, from the hypocrisy
Go away from this lame spot
Free from work effects
Getting far from me
Go away from this lame spot
As perspectives change
There’s enough for anyone
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I say I
04:51
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And the best that you can say is “I say I”
Anything I see I own, whatever I can touch
The mirror is your God, your hands church
You live depending on a fair boot
You ask your questions without listening to the answering ones
And if it all works for you then it should for all
Realize that anything around you breaks down
Drowning now, you bastard, loner, turd
If it goes wrong it’s always frame-up
Even if it’s raining then it’s God’s down on you
And when it ain’t good it’s surely put-up
Even if it’s cold well then it’s God hating you
Still the best that you can say is “I say I”
Everything you see is yours, whatever you can touch
The mirror is your God, your hands church
You live depending on a fair boot
Anything you do is for the fame and nothing more
Yet the future spurted load in your ass and now you drown
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Cold like a stranger
04:16
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All my anger goes by
Come back and see those lines
Come back to a mount and climb
And that’s all that we are
All my anger goes by
Come back and see those lines
Come back to show your past
And that’s all that we are
Feeling cold as ice, feeling cold as
Cold like a stranger
Cold like a knife
Oh you, beauty in anger
Cold like a stranger
Cold like the ice
Oh you, beauty in anger
All my hate’s gone by
Come back and read those lines
Come back and deal with your past
And whatever I said
Cold like a stranger
Cold like a knife
Oh you, beauty in anger
Cold like a stranger
Cold like the ice
Oh you, beauty in anger
And you feel like you go down
And no one can save you
Save you
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Missed punch
03:54
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In the darkness of your room, eyes open in silence
In the blindness of your room, recalling, those voices
In the darkness of your room, I like you, it ain’t true
In the blindness of your room, we’ll be fine, it ain’t right
In the darkness of your room, you lost and you won too
In the darkness of your room, you earned your own failure
You’re all the steps you failed
A missed punch
You’re all the masks you’re wearin’
In the darkness of your room, you lost and you won too
In the darkness of your room, you earned your own failure
You’re all absorbed and shaped
King of doubts
You’re all your lies and your head down
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Queen of nothing
03:44
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Open the door, one foot goes beyond
You’re wearing regulation heels
And you’ve decided who and what
Smile at yourself, as all the world is at your feet
You feel like you’re the Queen
Compared to you we’re all nothing
But then you get home alone, no one’s waiting
They’re all gone for good, and you talk on your own
You know, you say it low
I’m a hopless slut with broken heart
The wrong dream maker
Open the door, one foot goes beyond
You’re wearing regulation heels
They laugh, the Queen fell down
Smile at none, the couch is void
You’re feeling like the Queen of nothing
One friend, the idiot box
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Free to
06:02
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I am tired, I am fire, yet feelin’ sober
I’ll follow the warmth and I am mine, I am mine
And your fear, friend, whore, lover, the hero’s hooker
I’ll leave it as your deal, and I am mine, I am mine
In time, no tying
I am free to stick my head in the oven
Or to jump off from any fifth floor
‘Cause I have no bindings
And I’m laughing from here as I’m looking at you all
Freed as slaves long ago, just like you, free to cover up
Free to hold all the hands of the ones who hate and loathe
Free to shake all those hands as the one whom they all loathe
They all loathe
I am fire, I’m feelin’ tired, yet I am sober
Until the perfect spring, when I am mine, I am mine
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