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La Mia Citta'
02:39
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Sad Lonely and bored
I take a walk about this town
Its walls are old
and nobody is really around
Under a pale tin sun
shallow shades of brand new souls
dream of worlds they just made up
worlds of chemical galore
And there in the end
it's all right there
we are stuck with our home town
Its boulevards that go nowhere
plenty of time to stick around...
And there in the end
it's all right there
we are stuck with our home town
Its boulevards that go nowhere
plenty of time to stick around...
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2. |
Stolidi Pensieri
03:01
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I soliti pensieri non mi toccano ormai più
Perché io lì ci ho fatto il callo
Vividi rancori non mi mordono quaggiù
Perché quando li sento ballo
Sordidi umori io non li voglio più
Perché non so più stare in stallo
Tell me when you are gonna be
back into the game
Tell me when you do that
and then I'll do the same...
I soliti sensori non mi captano ormai più
Perché mi sono fatto in quattro
Uno canta, l’altro balla, l’altro vive e poi
Il quarto è sempre un po’ distratto
Oh sordidi sensori io non li voglio piu'!
Tell me when you are gonna be
back into the game
Tell me when you do that
and then I'll do the same
Tell me when you are gonna be
back into the game...
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3. |
Bitter
03:15
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Lace me with your dopamines
While crawling up my vessels
Find a way inside my core
That never has enough
Because I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter
Oh you know, I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter
I saw you on the list
And wondered who you were
You had no place in there
But then you hooked me up and now
I’m sweeter, and bitter and sweeter and bitter and sweeter
Oh you know, bitter, and sweeter, and bitter and sweeter and bitter
Precipitating free fall in your arms
Through your layers of deception I'm sure you meant no harm
The more I make you mine the more I lose myself
A dead end from the start that is still making perfect sense
Because I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter
Because I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter
du du da da...
I guess every relationship
Is sort of a trade off
You help me feeling whole
I’m handing you my soul
Because I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter
you know I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter
Don’t know how we got here you sweet little infection
They came and sliced me off...
I thought you were a deal, a strange form of perfection
I’ve never been so off...
and all that now is left is just so bitter
So bitter, so bitter, so bitter
Oh so bitter, so bitter, so bitter, So bitter, so bitter, so bitter so-oh
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4. |
Douche Bag
03:17
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I came to live in the US
I got to put up with you…ass!
I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!
You are so busy being busy, but busy doing what?!
I have being busy, it ain’t easy, believe me I have done a lot
Maybe you are busy being lazy and to you that’s kind of hot
But to me that isn’t cozy, it’s only driving me so nuts
I came to live in the US
I got to put up with you…ass!
I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!
You don’t return all the emails that I take the time to write
You let a month go by before doing anything…that’s right!
Responsibility is a word that you don’t even get to spell
Maybe you can, you just don’t want, with you it’s always hard to tell!
I came to live in the US
I got to put up with you…ass!
I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!
You call me “intense dude”, I’m sorry, sorry I have a soul
You think I’m serious and “serious”, oh definitely isn’t “cool”
I have emotions and if I dare to let them come outside
You raise your eyebrow and shut down, then vanish in the air
I came to live in the US
I got to put up with you…ass!
I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!
“you are so wonderful, amazing, unbelievable, exciting
And outstanding and what the hell!, and bla bla bla bla bla bla…
I came to live in the US
I got to put up with you…ass!
I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!
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5. |
Psychodrama
03:59
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I shot you in the chest
and left you in a wasteland
your shadow's coming back
not welcome in my dreams
I drag your open wood box
your frozen face, forever happy
it's time to let it go
and put your body down
now I know what I would do to you...
I'd use rosebuds for your hips
so young they never bloomed
a silk magenta scarf
I'd wrap around your tepid womb
your breasts I'd dye the color
of pastures in Greenland
I liked to rest in there
where time would never end
my lips on yours forever sealed
I'm ready to let go
Psychodrama, hope it works,
I hope it takes your image
and feeds it to the birds
migrating far away
in tropical pursuit
while singing deep down from their chests
this melody for you...
"we brought you here with us
a boardwalk to the horizon
this warm and fruity sand
will soothe your bones away
dissolving your persistent echo
in sweet pineapple dreams
your voice will be our chirp
your eyes will be the ocean
and finally it will be time to rest, rest, rest...
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6. |
Multitudes
04:11
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Multitudes work hard every day
to become what they are not
Multitudes struggle every day
just holding on to what they've got
Multitudes meander thousand miles
chasing after a big dream
Multitudes end up drowning their own souls
deep down in the mainstream
Multitudes love killing one another
in the name of stupid gods
Thousand years have gone by
and we're still falling for this pointless fraud
Is there anything we can
do to stop this cyclic mess
is there anything we can
I'm kind of losing hope here
I might confess...
Multitudes are marching to the drums
of algorithmic math
multitudes live under constant threat
of soulless drones and psychopaths
multitudes cringe at the mere sight
of a cute abused pet
while they don't bat an eye and carry on
in front of fellow humans falling through the net
Multitudes, the time is now!
Let's all stand up and take a stand!!
And help the world reclaim its spirit and its right
to mutual freedom, liberation and romance
Is there anything we can
do to stop this cyclic mess
is there anything we can
I'm kind of losing hope here
I might confess...
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7. |
Distanti
03:21
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Disciolto in un bicchiere,
distratto penso a te
latte, zucchero o miele sei?
Quale sei mai per me?
Più osservo e più ti vedo,
che cosa vuoi da me?
Più sento e più ci credo ormai
Che son parte di te…
Siamo lontani mondi sai
Eppure tu sei qua
Mi riempi tutto il cuore e guai
Se volo fino là!
Parlami ancora un’ora o più
Che m’addormenti in te
Parlami a bassa voce dai
E fammi sciogliere…
È strano tutto il giorno sai
Finché non sento te,
bastan solo due cose e poi
rivedo il sole…
finirà mai quest’odissea
che ho dentro l’anima,
non so domani che sarà
ma con te in pace sta…allora,
regalati a sorpresa dai,
spedisciti da me,
raccomandata priorità
o posta celere!
Siamo lontani mondi sai
Eppure ora sei qua
riempimi tutto il cuore e guai
a chi ci fermerà!
regalati a sorpresa dai,
unisciti con me,
a bassa voce dimmi: “dai,
non ti fermare…”
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8. |
South Philly Blue
04:37
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it's a south busy Philadelphia morning
in our little fish pond
trucks are out, people smoke, coffee's brewing
All the boots on the ground
look at all the old Italians sitting
chatting their lives away
have you heard this and seen that
"how you doing, God Bless!"
Hey that's Tony, monkey's got him
he was such a good kid
he went to jail, he stabbed his mommy
now he's on parole and smokes weed
This town's a mess, can you believe it?
not what it used to be
it was all us and it was safe
and there was none of that hipster shit
there were good rules, and respect
home-made tomato sauce
did you call it gravy, don't remember Nonna
sometimes I feel so lost...
it's a south busy Philadelphia evening
in our little fish pond
trucks are back, people smoke, pasta's cooking
all the boots off the ground
look, at all the old Italians sitting
chatting their lives away
have you heard this and seen that
"how you doing, God Bless!"
Hey, isn't that Gina...poverina
her husband's such a dick
she's got four kids and a rent to pay
he left her to screw that tattooed chick
This town's a mess, can you believe it?
sure not what used to be...
duorme mio splendido Amore accussi'
radioso te risveglierai
int'a' luce d'un sole
ca splende e c'arde pecche'
ora sa' ca tu non ce stai piu'....
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9. |
Fratello Sorella
02:44
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Libera la mente fratello
Abbandona questo modello
Infame di regole e condizioni
Che ruban solo forza dai tuoi coglioni
Libera il tuo cuore fratello
Abbandona pure il fardello
Immane di mani che pavide
Storcono il flusso costante di pure sensazioni
Libero del tutto fratello
Senti se vuoi questo o vuoi quello
E mettiti a fare un po’ cio’ che ti va
Ed esci dal ghetto fratello
E con coraggio prova a vivere la sfida
Che ti porta all’unita’
Che ha..aa..aa..aaa
Tutto cio’ che intorno a te sara’
Libera la mente sorella
Guarda adesso quanto sei bella
Gia’..aa..aa.a
Che il sole interiore diretto negli occhi ti va
Libera nel cuore sorella
e’ li’ che sta la tua anima gemella
che riempe ogni gesto che fai di forza che da’ da’ da’ da’ da’
Ed esci dal ghetto sorella
E con coraggio prova a vivere la sfida
Che ti da’ la verita’
Che sa..aa..aa..aaa
Tutto cio’ che intorno a te sara’
Gia’..aa..aa.a
E verra’ il giorno in cui tutti
Liberi e sciolti si andra’
Sincronici versi perfetti
Nel poema dell’eternita’...
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Jacopo Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Jacopo De Nicola mixes Old and New World influences into an edgy sonic cocktail. Expanding on the tradition of the Italian Cantautori, Jacopo enlivens the audience with infectious upbeat tunes as well as introspective ballads and protest songs. His live performances are propelled by a rhythmic Balkan/Latin pulse of his classical guitar and punctuated by multilayered kazoo melodies. ... more
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