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There’s a girl singing in the ghetto standing outside of a bar
she raises again the ipod’s volume not to hear her city’s scream
“hurricane annie ripped the ceiling off a church and killed everyone inside”
like a blinded nightingale she sings to cast the darkness away
and pushes harder her headphones against her ears to be more closed into herself
to listen only to her tiny heart in all the noise around
what it takes to be a man / when i don’t know who i am chorus
what it takes to be a man (and what it takes to be a man)
There’s a black lady in Times Square naked inside of a black plastic bag
like trash thrown on the ground she cries strong enough to tear your soul away
selling tears is her business, pain for mercy
for thirty pieces from the tourists she erodes her dignity
and i can’t see the face of the man in the mirror
snowy hair since longtime, a cane is the guide
of the old and exhausted Tiresias that heard life become myth
i was in Babel among thousands of voices of peoples
which i still hear in the heart of the metropolis
steel and concrete fingers digging the ground
the cloth and the fringes, masses gather
in circles of sorrow on the Ganges
the same sign in every time of the Kingdom
time passing, growing, consuming and devouring
millions of lives, of names
but the soul is just one
but the soul is always the same
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Miss Jones
03:43
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It’s a day like all the others in the big town
among the skyscrapers, the sky is blue and she knows, she knows,
yes, Miss Jones she knows
the sun belongs to the whole mankind
Heaven is no place for miss Jones / i said hell is not a place for miss Jones chorus
heaven is no place for miss Jones / i said lower than this you cannot go
Miss Jones trudges with her shopping cart, among the bowery and the bars
her belly pushes her house among Manhattan’s clubs
ooh oooh, she raises lightly her head
ooh oooh, the town is always partying
no, she’s not invited: black, dark, wrong
just a name and a date on a torn yellow paper
oooh oooh my name is Miss Jones
oooh oooh i am Miss Jones
she watches goddessess stepping out of Limo and Ferraris
with a blurred makeup far beyond 6am
with flawless Gucci Chanel Prada smiles
she feels wrong, her only sky is the concrete
she drags on a cross of ignorance and misery
nothing serious for those writing history
billions like her dream of common lives
paying their lives to be in the news
just a number, a name, just a number, just that
for banks, government, television
worthless merchandise, cannon fodder
data to be digested, not real people
there’s a new sun in the sky, she raises her head high
september breaks down in pieces, the party freezes
another violent sun fills the boulevards with ashes
she grins, so you’re mortals too
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regular people smokes weed regular people snorts coke
and if the government says it’s illegal regular people just doesn’t care
regular people is homosexual regular people is unfaithful
and if the pope says it’s wrong it’s a so worn out and tired morale
morality needs curtains to love what in public is judging
morality strives for vice to make its preaching stronger
shove the monster in the headline news like a rockstar, to sign autographs
give him a show in the fourth channel let common sense take a nap
and it’s freakish that people hides it’s freakish and those without brains and style conform
staying still as the planet transforms learning to hate those not uniform to the herd
anyone around you is different he looks a regular joe because you just don’t know
those scared of their own selves just look after you
regular people is normal regular people are transvestites
whatever his private life he’s regular not meat for polls and elections
regular people is famous regular people is dangerous
and if there’s a tv special people will just switch channel
everything here out of the oven must have a norm we got every shape into flat, it’s an unupdated Flat-form
dark as the skies of Morgan a state not laic but Psycho like Norman
like Tourandot “nessun dorma” where every good idea becomes a format
you want me exhausted married with a jeweled woman but i “bring the horns” like Michael Jordan’s bulls
and it’s regular if the border blurs it’s regular, and those who don’t like it disinform
those generating panic are fit and has medals like general Cadorna
i throw down his reformation* but he re-forms risking failure like Gorba’s perestroijka
but i hug everybody like the dance of Zorba those thinking it’s uncommon burn like Coal.
Truth is painful you know it it’s a punch in the face of good manners
Truth will hurt you know those shaping it into what’s good for them
those holding power and money and dividing with hypocrisy
using tv cameras like a sword against every heresy
regular people is normal regular people are transvestites
whatever his private life he’s regular not meat for polls and elections
regular people is famous regular people is dangerous
and if there’s a tv special people will just switch channel
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Davvero
02:53
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Oh, oh, today is a wonderful day
oh, oh, i’m fine, i’m great
oh, oh, my heart is racing
the engine is racing, i wish it’d never stop
oh oh, you are my wonderful day
oh oh, let me bite the moment
oh oh if it looked like we were flying
now you know you can only say yes
hey you know it’s for real tonight it’s for real tonight it’s not just about dreaming it
you know your mother is wrong, you know that people is wrong
tonight it’s not just about dreaming it you know the press is wrong, the tv is wrong
sometimes you just have to want it
oh oh the sun laughs of darnkess
oh oh love laughs of silence
oh oh a new kiss creates new fables from atlantis to eldorado from new york to Byzantium
oh oh the sun casts the clouds away
oh oh moves the music and creates scandal
oh oh lost among pleasure and pain innocence and recklessness
free free free free
hey you know it’s for real tonight it’s for real tonight it’s not just about dreaming it
you know your the doctor is wrong, your teacher is wrong
tonight it’s not just about dreaming it you know internet is wrong, the premier is wrong
sometimes you just have to want it
i leave silence to the poets
tonight i want to have more and more and more and more
i leave virtue to the saints
tonight i want just to have more and more and more and more
for real (8v)
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Yup, life is strange sometimes you make a dream and she gives it to you
you ask for everything and she gives it to you
yeah, she’s not evil you wait long for love and it comes
yes, for sure it comes
you know – i’d never thought i’d meet anyone like her
she’s got summer on her skin and stars in her hair
you know – finding someone like her is like winning lottery
she melts ice from my lips
bam bam some nights she makes me die
bam bam i get closer and she sets my heart on fire
bam bam she’s the sun and she makes me bloom
bam bam there’s no night she takes all my sleep away
She alone gives it to me chorus
bam bam i would die among her hips
bam bam she winds me and sets my heart on fire
bam bam deep inside she hides the sun
bam bam casts the dark away giving me back my colours
i will open my wings as Icarus
i will hug the sky from up i can see only love and then
music for the massives the planet is my dancehall when love calls love basses enhance the avances
my systole for boom, your diastole for cha we are heart to heart and blows my head away like skunk
rudeboys – i am what i am because she is got her breath in my lungs like a tidal wave
a thousand of pearls on her breasts that perfumes of orchids i want her and her only
She makes me go crazy, it’s amazing months and days pass by and i want only her
turned on by eros we feel half-gods anyway even if i was gay i would make you pregnant
because you’re the one giving birth to my dreams i would get mad among your moles
opening points to new worlds
You know she gives me that input more she gives me the skills in my speech
when i was an infant i wanted to be brilliant and i wasn’t sparkiling
in those interpersonal relationships in prefamiliar lounges
the chords to me sympathetic were on hexagonal scales that make you a martian in the teen years
and she came, destroyed, sending me to the drift it’s not a curse if you change your perspective
bam bam with her kisses she heals me
bam bam on her belly she makes me sleep
bam bam she imitates the sun for the larks
bam bam she casts away the dark giving me back my colours
i will open my wings like Icarus lost in your fire i burn
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baby – tell me where you are, lost in this blue, away from everyday life
baby – tell me who you’re with, who will give the pace to your frantical day
baby - tell me where you are, i seek your romantic voce on the phone
baby – just for us, just for us, friday saturday sunday
monday is a phone ringing too loud, the resound of a thousand distorted words
the alarm clock the bus why the fuck i’m doing this i want to go away
tuesday the bank account the bills to pay a cold sandwich i wouldn’t call this a lunch
gasoline standing appetizers in a hurry the bitter laughters stories to avoid
you are so beautiful you are just the dream of an idea
yes, you are wonderful cotton candy and sun
you are wonderful your shadow quickly runs away
i look at you laughing it’s such a perfect day
baby – tell me where you are, lost in this blue, away from everyday life
baby – tell me who you’re with, who will give the pace to your frantical day
baby - tell me where you are, i can’t reach your romantic voce on the phone
baby – i will be there, i will be there, friday saturday sunday
wednesday, couch, coma, football on tv, counterattack, goal
switch idiotic shows shitty ringtones i turn off stop
thursday infinite queues among columns of pallets, clenched in the corpses of malls
wasting money on cheapish objects in industrial zones
you are wonderful you are just the dream of a goddess
yes you are wonderful i run out in the face of the sun
you are wonderful weekend’s quickly running out
i want you free as you are life is not waiting
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Modello negativo
03:24
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Never – your father will never accept me
never - your mother will never forgive me
your girl friends hope i’m a distraction
never – your priest will never assolve me
your friends think i just bring trouble in
i’m a negative model
if daddy locks the door run away from the window
with that sexy dress in the handbag, tonight there’s a party
they’re playing downtown, you just have to be there
your heart is beating on your chest, stop, let me have a look at it
yeah i know i’m blatant but this is my nature
i am striving for adventure and there’s something turning me on
below that SO mini skirt stealing my attention
and forcing my imagination among your hips
Never – your father will never accept me
never - your mother will never forgive me
your girl friends hope i’m a distraction
never – your priest will never assolve me
your friends think i just bring trouble in
i’m a negative model
i’m the piano player writing those dirty songs
that make right-thinkers indignant with all that cursing
and scandalize your mother as the sun rises to the dawn
but she feels a bit younger and her heart beats a bit stronger
i’ve got some money to hustle with those willing to get dirty
those that want to play and forget morality
practice some bad things until sun rises up again
some new sins to tell the priest
that’s why you search for me and you escape me then want to taste me
i smooth your feathers as i explore your surroundings
as i fumble with your moorings where your mirages are floating
as i oil your engines and you gasp but don’t escape me
not tomorrow it’s today i feel you’re frying
your skin is boiling it’s so wonderful if you quiver
you breathe you sigh you arch yourself you almost roar
your nails on my back – yo – quiet – you pierce me!!
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Miele e veleno
03:52
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i’d like to disturb your sleep i’d love to give you red hot dreams you know
fantasies to ruin your plans of being a good girl i’d love to cast away grey from your days
give you colours you’ve never seen
a kiss that tastes of honey and poison
give away your remaining decency pussycat is troublesome groove is not taming her you know
when the bass is slamming her she makes love at the mirror she’s gluttonous and wild
no pictures for facebook mom doesn’t have to know mom prefers not to to know
if he watches her dance all feathers and elegance the right-thinker stops whining saves money on viagra
the night is wonderful people is pawing hands up in the air music is beating
speakers are breaking up blood is warming the moon is dancing
the night is full of free musich hands up in the air the crowd is spinning
and today is already tomorrow and never
i’d love to warm up your dreams i’d love to make you toss and turn in your bed
make you quiver behind your innocent eyes i’d love to be music in your days
a thousand notes just for us your lips tastig of honey and poison
baby you’re in my top one my special boo now take your position in the row
madrac breaks down your siesta tonight the city is not sleeping let them protest tomorrow
if nato comes over to bomb the party people will not notice will notice just this
it’s clothes to take off stars that set she rises as Venus and makes my party
the night is wonderful people is pawing hands up in the air music is beating
speakers are breaking up the siren is singing it’s the police coming
the night is full of free musich hands up in the air the crowd is spinning
the stars have gone away
if you close your eyes and kiss me you know you will regret that
if you close your eyes and kiss me you know you will die
(ah, let’s make it again)
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Brucia (segue: Sestante)
06:03
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In the bed, I embrace your absence
when the light is fading out
when breathe slows down and the last look slips away
i’ve met your name inside every silence
every single second tells me about you
trust me – i still burn
trust me – i still can feel you
trust me – i still call you
every day still bites
trust me – it’s still here
trust me – it’s still screaming
trust me – i still love you
feel it – it’s still burning
feel it – it’s still wanting you
feel it – it still loves you
burns burns
feel it – it’s still screaming
feel it – it’s still scratching
bites hurts tonight it wants you
i’ve hidden your name behind a thousand mirrors
to keep you away, away, away, safe from me
you know, nobody would condemn me if i’d steal you and make you mine
never, media would never give us a prime time - how boring
onu will not condemn me no talk show would host you
dreams of tv shows and jet set bye bye not even on Sky
makes my blood pitch black makes me evil
and wants you here close, close, closer, tied up to me
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it’s a small song
about love and resistance
of those who love and fight
and make the difference
it’s just a small song
a faraway hug
a tiny star into this dark sky
that might be your sextant
it’s only a small song
in a world so big
so you’re not feeling lonely
to know you’re important
two lines, four notes
a memory, very little things
to warm you up for just a second
and to be your sextant
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La linea sottile
03:41
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i
will hurt you
I will give you happy memories that will break your heart
in the rainy days or when cold grabs you
and suitcases of clouds to never go away
i’m calling you, i’m searching for you
It’s the thin line between who we are and who we think we are chorus
the lies we tell
the smiles and the kisses
the questions we’re not making
to tell and not to tell i love you
It’s the thin line between who we are and who we think we are
between i call you and i don’t call you
between lover and friend
kissing and shaking hands
between i care for you and i love you
i
will hurt you
i’ll have a door and a bed happy to wait for you
and a clean dream, so simple
with no violins and fanfares, but not trite, i
i’m calling you, i’m searching for you
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yes i - original Reddarmy family calling all souljahs
hands up high to grab the sky
this is for those keeping their head high without fear
it’s the sound of four fires
zanna mattiac kappah reddkaa madrac
i raise
my fist to the sky
i take the sun back and the ancient pride that belongs to me
i live
i resist in my name
i will get back in the streets to get rid of these chains
when the rope is breaking it’s the breaking point you know chorus
lost among rage and tenderness i have no fear
hate
instead of love
poison in the land but these roots will give flowers
i scream
that those not dreaming are dying
rage brings snow in the desert, wins over noise
now the rope is breaking it’s the breaking point
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Ricomincio da me
04:50
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ho visto la mia carne crescere orgogliosa e farsi strada nel deserto
la mia pelle farsi spessa come cuoio alle frustate di quel vento
la cui lingua è familiare
in cui sbatterò le braccia fino a imparare a volare
ho fatto pace col mio nome e ora
ho fatto pace con lo specchio e ancora
ho fatto pace con il nero quando esige la sua ora e ruba l’anima all’aurora io
mi rialzo di nuovo e sorrido e
ricomincio da me
bevo rosso col demonio e se sui tagli versa sale
io sorrido il vino è aspro e la guerra è ancora tale
cicatrici che non farò rimarginare
è l’orgoglio di essere uomo e non importa se fa male
ed è musica la vita che mi assale
è la mia resurrezione e non importa se fa male
e la musica è emozione è vita è partecipazione
e se non ti scopa alloraè solo masturbazione
forse se credi in nulla tu davvero non sei nulla forse se non sogni nulla tu per primo non sei nulla
questa vita è troppo bella perchè è sempre giù in trincea mostra denti acuminati e il sorriso di una dea
ricomincio da re perchè ho coscienza di chi sono dei chilometri che ho fatto e di ciò che ho fatto di buono
ricomincio da re, la corona ha qualche spina ma il vento non si cura delle foglie che trascina
sono l’uomo medicina lo sciamano involontario rendo pace alla memoria porto l’era dell’acquario
sono vento di tempesta che disperde guarnigioni apre quello che era chiuso e spalanca le prigioni
e le chiavi del pianeta le ho perdute con piacere chi si fingeva profeta ho preso a calci nel sedere
ogni giorno sorge il sole dall’oriente trae bagliori senza chiedere il permesso a potenti e imperatori
è Osiride che rinasce dalla terra desolata fa fiorire le radici col mio sangue benedice il segno della coltellata
spazza via con un sorriso i confini delle nazioni spezza le catene agli astri libera costellazioni
il piacere dal peccato e i sogni dai padroni rende fuoco a cuori spentitraccia nuove direzioni
sono Orfeo che trae Euridice dalla morte con il canto
la foresta che risorge dallo smog e dall’amianto
e nel nome degli oppressi crea nuove rivoluzioni
l’equinozio che si compie e il trionfo del sole
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Sonhei Deus nas beiras do Ceará
Sonhei de flutuar, felizmente abandonada num verbo dele
Parada no meio do ar, entre o mar e estrelas infinitas
De olhos fechados, sentia encher o céu inteiro
Me deu mais respostas do que precisava
Com o seu sorriso, escutando as minhas pequenas humanas orações
Em cima da batucada do planeta inteiro.
I’m going down my way to New York City
i’m going down the red praias of Cearà
I’m going down, love’s conquering the whole world
watch out babylon, god’s worldwide tonight
Atlantica
sometimes life is beautiful the more it gets mysterious
it’s a world so big it’s both delicious and delirious
we forget that we are small songs made of flesh and blood
but my head is standing up we’re all the same in front of God
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