A keresés eredménye oldal 1

The choice

When I grow up, I'll play the Pastoral 1
Now I'm curved over the piano like a pastoral staff 2
My father is in a bad mood, he wants me to be a prodigy
But I'm just a child and he's disappointed
Father, drop the bottle, you're ruining yourself
You're stern when I do an apprenticeship
I'm Romantic, but for you
I'm just a bunch of florins 3
I'm Ludwig, cult, myth
Women avoid me like I had typhus fever
Too much stress, when I was thirty years old I became deaf
You're talking, but you look to me like a fucking mime
If we look at it from this angle, my life has sense
If we look at it from this piano 4
I'll take the stool instead of the rope 5
I'll sing the Ode to joy 6
Because I see the abyss, but I'm gliding over it
 
I write thousands of letters, I'm making a noise
I struggle against silence, but I'm gonna make it
I'll keep my music, I'll let go of love
I'll be immortal, my lover won't
 
And I'm happy with the choice I've made
Not one remorse, not one regret
Yes, I'm happy, what a great finding
You only need to make a choice
Pathetic, heroic...7
This is my life, don't forget it...
 
My name is Marco, I feel freezing cold under the spotlight
I'd like to stay outside of this, but the world wants me to go on tour
I got into the charts because fame is blind 8
So blind that after all it's not even my business anymore
It's a good job, I've been making money for a long time
It's worth like a Golden Record inside a coffin
I want to look at my son, times passes by and I realise
That I'm looking at a page like a baking paper
Hey, I'm Marco, new Romantic
Under the stage I disappear, puff, like talcum powder
What a disaster, they're burning my contract
'cause my sound is too dark, too subtle
I'm ready for a quick retreat
My family is more important than a series of notes
And they talk, talk, while I
I'm fixing my life with my faint voice 9
 
And I'm not leaving any letter, no noise
I love my silence, you don't know how much
Thanks for the applause, but I've chosen love
This is my life, don't forget it
 
And I'm happy with the choice I've made
Not one remorse, not one regret
Yes, I'm happy, what a great finding
You only need to make a choice
Pathetic, heroic...
This is my life, don't forget it...
 
Going on with the chords or game over
Looking at the world sober or in hangover
I say to myself 'play your trump card!', but to go where?
Or Mark, or Bee This time I won't forgive you
Just get out of here
I promise not to tell anyone, just go, hey
Just get out of here
She immediately fights everyday with me
It's time for you to be alone, you messed it up!
Get out of my life quickly (lit: take your foot out of my life quickly)
Don't worry, I'll immediately delete your number
Remember how much we shouted that night?
Damn it, this was YOU who left,
Everything and this was YOU who fucked up
It's time someone else takes your place, as soon as possible
Remember how much we shouted that night?
Damn it, this was YOU who left,
Everything and this was YOU who fucked up
It's time someone else takes your place, as soon as possible
 
No no, it doesn't matter anymore
See? You too didn't live up to the vow (our promise to stay together)
No no, it doesn't matter anymore
Look, even if you eat shit (do anything), it doesn't matter anymore
(x3)
 
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, aye, aye
 
You're still just telling me nonsense
Like, all your words are complete bullshit!?
They should slap your face with mud (they should shut you up)
Yeah, it should just be locked and closed (your mouth)
It was good with you, you enjoyed yourself, now enough for you
Yeah, you enjoyed yourself, enough for you
You were just like those people with a complex who wanted to be a teacher's pet (class supervisor for teacher)
Don't ask me 'when do you wanna leave' yeah yeah
Now sit there and keep crying, yeah
Time won't rewind, pity! (Yeah, what a pity!)
Don't ask me 'when do you wanna leave' yeah yeah
Now sit there and keep crying, yeah
Time won't rewind, pity! (Yeah, what a pity!)
No no, it doesn't matter anymore
See? You too didn't live up to the vow (our promise to stay together)
No no, it doesn't matter anymore
Look, even if you eat shit (do anything), it doesn't matter anymore
(x3)
Yeah Yeah
 

To see you laugh

A morning, a sunset
a night and a dawn
a whole summer listening to me
giving your hours
 
I want to be a oasis forever
in your solitude, serenity
to learn everything that you teach me
your friendship makes me grow
 
I am like a full moon
to see you laugh, it stays
one more week
 
I travel around the world
to se you laugh, I wait
a whole eternity
 
I know that I let myself wrap like this
and I see myself very close to you
because you sowed in my heart
your most wise words
 
I want to be the fire that makes you happy
to understand your sorrow
my truth loses its strength when
your friendship makes me grow
 

Care paisane, 22: They are the game of the world.

They are the game of the world!
They are the dignity avoided by the scum
Bacause it can't undestand it, it is above them!
They are the ancien science that does not move
 
Because there is nothing left to be learn:
It knew at birth, an exat science!
Sow and water, wait and you shall receive!...
The land is where two and two is always four!!...
 
Season come, season go... and the Land
With them, it obeys!...
The sun burns? Storms rage?
 
But everything comes to pass, this is the way
of a craft nobody understands
How it has unfolded until now and how it is going to go!...
 

Winter: When I was twenty / We were always together / I met Sadness / I want to die ill

When I was twenty
I looked like
Someone who was leaving on a great journey
 
Those who looked at me then saw a small boy
With long hair, and a child's eyes
 
And those who look at me now
No longer see the same thing
Because, just like a wave,
Life has already passed by
 
And yet there's still people
Who see me as I was then
And don't realize
How much has changed
 
~ ~ ~
 
We were always together
But almost never got along
It was great to fight
Over answers you don't have
Over questions almost no one
Asks when they're older
All of this back and forth
With the sea always being blue
 
I'm full of memories,
I'm enriched by my friends,
Who are alive now as they were then,
Even though they're no longer here.
 
And even now that tomorrows
Become a little bit shorter,
There's still so much time to dream
There's still so much time to love.
 
~ ~ ~
 
I met Sadness
And I pretended not to know her.
I fell asleep and I had
A long caress as a bedsheet.
 
What do I care
About the things others are saying?
What do I care
With all the friends I have?
 
What do I care,
About those who are against me?
What do I care,
As long as I have you on my side?
 
And if, for once,
Everyone agreed with me,
That means I must've written
Something wrong.
 
What do I care,
About those who only know how to hate?
What do I care,
About those who only know how to envy?
 
What should I care,
I, who live on the Moon,
About those who have never
Seen the Moon?
 
What I really care about
I, who have no certainties,
Is that nothing's more important
Than a long caress of yours.
 
~ ~ ~
 
I want to die ill
Not healthy as a fish
That may be good for fish
But not for me.
 
I want to die ill
After doing everything
The good and the bad
But what's the bad?
 
After all, the bad is not doing anything,
Not giving anything to anyone,
And dying rich and in good health
For no reason.
 
I want to die ill,
Because of love and poetry,
And also due to bronchitis
Because I smoke.
 

Gonna go to Leningrad

- Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
There those two were softly saying,
Braking up and were assailing.
- You're like that! - You're like that!
- You're bad! - You're bad!
Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 
It all happened at the station,
At the midst of summertime.
Made all decisions, affirmations
And the tickets bought meantime.
Up to waist in smoke is covered
Engine, set to go about,
Express train of light blue colour
Almost ready to pull out.
Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 
But when in a peaky cap a fellow
Held his little flag upright,
Engine blew out steam in billows,
Semaphore been set alight,
When exactly at twelve-twenty
One bell rang, another rang -
It is now time for departing,
It is now time for departing:
- My endearing! - My beloved!
- I’m like that! - I’m like that!
- I'm bad! - I'm bad!
- I won’t go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 

Midnight Rain

An archipelago of cars for hire
stationed in mud.
Square of solitude
with four hooks of violet electricity
at center.
Black umbrellas at the Northern corner
struggle against the darkness with edges of transparent drops.
Smoke horses.
Reddish headlights that face forward
always.
A cab driver in slumber.
So goes the night.
Longitudinally.
On the parallel of worldly inertia.
 

After Sadness

This bread tastes of a memory,
chewed in this poor tavern
where the harbor is most littered and deserted.
 
And I savor the beet’s bitterness,
seated, on the way back home,
facing the cloud-topped mountains and the lighthouse.
 
My spirit, having vanquished one of its torments,
observes with new eyes in the ancient evening
a pilot with his pregnant wife,
 
and a ship, its seasoned wood
glistening in the sunset, its smokestack,
as tall as the two masts, making a childish
 
design that I made myself twenty years ago.
Who could have told me then that my life
would be so beautiful, with so many sweet concerns,
 
and so much solitary bliss!
 

Tenderness

I am not yet a man.
You are such a woman.
You have only much tenderness
and you never talk to me about love.
 
You are forbidden for me,
but I love you always more.
You know only how to give me tenderness
because I am too young for you.
 
You are the culprit.
You are cold reality.
I miss you and so I cry for you.
 
I am not yet a man.
You are such a woman.
You have only tenderness—
an illusion—nothing more.
You know only how to give me tenderness
and you never talk to me about love.
 

Sadness

Sadness,
please go away—
there is so much of you in my house—
no, do not ever enter.
 
There are so many people who have a need to suffer—
and who cry a little every day.
On the contrary, I want to live and sing
and I must tell you—no!
 
Sadness,
please go away—
no, do not be obsessed
with dwelling with me.
 
Now, I am going to paint my room red—
as soon as you are gone, I will do it.
 
And, in your place, I have already invited Hope—
and finally I will live.
 

One Last Caress

I wanted to give you one last caress
but it was all over for us by then.
I wanted to tell you one last word
but you cried when I left you.
 
Now you—where are you?
That one last caress awaits you.
Trapped in my throat are the words
that I failed to say before leaving you.
 
I wanted to have one last smile
to remember you by—together with your eyes.
But, by then,
you were already far away
 
Now you—where are you?
That one last caress awaits you.
Trapped in my throat are the words
that I failed to say before leaving you.
 
I wanted to have one last smile
to remember you by—together with your eyes.
But, by then,
you were already far away
and nothing at all remained.and nothing at all remained.
 

Improve your memory with a click

'Hello! If you've clicked on this file
then surely you have memory lapses.
I wrote it because I couldn't access my email inbox and I thought:
I don't remember passwords, let alone my history!
In a few years I will forget who I am
what I think, what I like, what I despise.
Indeed here you are, like the Memento guy
Ok, listen to this piece and the rhymes inside of it.'
 
Don't be afraid of getting old
the age you display attracts, see Persepolis
Don't be afraid of singing offkey
unlike popstars, bells play for centuries
In a world where everyone is competing
don't ride, get on Pegasus' back
and remember to honour the silence
pretending to leave a flower on Marcel Marceau's tomb
 
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
 
Don't praise modernity, it's plastic
in the '30s, modernity was the swastika
It's tense in here, you're not breathing, you're wheezing
it's a summer cruise, but in the hold of an Admiral
Travel in the car, on a monocycle, on a gilder
not in your room with the finger on the atlas
Souls ache because they don't ever go anywhere
and then, when they could, no one does.
At night, turn your phone off
It's a device and it's stealing your smile (*)
Respect the mass, but your bodily one
not the one blaming everything on politicians and 'it's a shame!!'
Accepting pain to appreciate life
is like swallowing an ember to appreciate pizza
Ridiculous, thinking about those who have it worse doesn't make it any better
unless you're cynical
 
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
 
Remember: your sixth sense is that of guilt
and everyone takes advantage of it, at least once
so it's okay to open up with others
but at least put a door at the entrance.
Defend yourself and defend culture, not by taking to the streets
but by taking the street to go to the cinema or the theatre
When the Odeon closed down (*) everyone complained
yeah, but no one ever went there in a whole year.
It's not true that your degree is useless
what's useless is debating about glutes in thongs
Not everyone loves you, they are wary of the icon
Become a saint and you'll be ad-Myra-ble, like St. Nicholas
Listen to what you like, not what's liked by who's liked
Forget about Karma, everyone got away with it
If you're elected mayor be thankful, inaugurate Kiss Square
and see who's startled.
 
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
You're losing it, it's the way it is
but your memory is already improving with a click
 
Nothing weird if, at tea time
I don't think at all about the plate of consommé turkey breast
that I put in the fridge yesterday at lunchtime.
Nothing weird if, to avoid serious misunderstandings
I put up a sign - I don't deny it -
of eloquent verses on the white door
'Remember about the plate of consommé turkey breast'.
Nothing weird if only now
they tell me, light black on yellow, that in the fridge
there's still, untouched, the plate of consommé turkey breast.
Nothing weird if, when I close the fridge door
it's not only its inner light that dims on the food and fades away
but mine too - slowly on the brain.
 

Giotto Beat

Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!1
 
We're slow lenses2, we need a photokit.
We pass the buck without any prospect 3:
[Or any perspective, we are as flat as] 8-bit Donkey Kong.
We need an 'acchord'4: let's call Vladimir Horowitz
Before a bald guy wearing a fez5 does another blitzkrieg.
Our problem is the falling [share prices], think about it Cassel6
We'd need an old song: play it Sam!
Lambretta, Fiat 500, the surf craze:
[Now] we're in 500 people queueing out of the drug counseling.
[Now] we're more resigned, more doubtful, poorer, more anesthetized
Than a patient in recovery room.
[We were] born with the Italian economic boom myth
[And we] died under the BTP7/BUND8 spread.
Do prick up your ears like Legolas, Orlando Bloom9
I want the brick dance back10,
I turn my back but I...
...I find myself on a brick11 playing Wii [Fit]
Hot coals barefoot, I must get outta there:
I got knocked down, but I get up [as] Mohammed Alì!
 
I need a prospect - as in the 60s - and a radio singing 'ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!'
I need a prospect, a new point of view: the eye doctor told me so: Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!
I need a prospect, [somehwere] in between of who's right and who's wrong: I need a third dimension: 'ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!'
I need a perspective as Giotto's paintings12, as who's beaten down during the G8!
Giotto Beat! (Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!)
Giotto Beat! (Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!)
 
We need fliming uptick and stability:
Steadycam.
I want to wake up there,
In Italy just after the IIWW:
Everyone went to the seaside during the weekend,
No smut aired on TV,
Lieutenant Sheridan13
Cheers, President Saragat14!
You go ahead and hope:
We burn it down to ashes as hemp!
Under the sun wearing a Panama hat.
We'll shot [each other] down but
We'll have a fistful of air in return as in Galaga15.
The electoral circus is more like a criminal show,
Now we just have to philosophize like Schopenauer.
And I do not even know who I should get ruled by:
I see circuses but I see no bread16: [go and] tell it to Iuvenalis!
This reality is not for me, like a Fabergé17
I go on by just dead reckoning, [following the scent] as a sommelier with Cabernet.
I'd like to dance the Ye[ah!] Ye[eah!] spinning aroung the Piper Club18
[As the] loading pointer on a Mac!
 
I need a prospect - as in the 60s - and a radio singing 'ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!'
I need a prospect, a new point of view: the eye doctor told me so: Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!
I need a prospect, [somehwere] in between of who's right and who's wrong: I need a third dimension: 'ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!'
I need a perspective as Giotto's paintings12, as who's beaten down during the G8!
Giotto Beat! (Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!)
Giotto Beat! (Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!)
 
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
I don't know it, guys!
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
I whish it was [an] easy [question to answer].
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
I'm just a singer!
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
I'm just complaining!
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
[You shall] not pay the value-added taxes!
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
[You shall] accept an undeclared job.
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
Forgive me, Pasolini.
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
Giotto Beat!
 

• 1. Mimicking the 'yeahs' that were present in a lot of songs composed during the 60s: some examples are 'She loves you' and 'It won't be long' by The Beatles
• 2. Italians self-identify as belonging to a country that is falling behind the other ones. 'Lenti' has also the meaning of '(optical)' lenses: Caparezza is using this secondary meaning for the remaining half of the verse.
• 3. In Italian 'prospettiva' also means perspective. This explains the next verse
• 4. In Italian, 'accordo' could mean either 'agreement' or 'music chord'
• 5. Italia's former dictator, Benito Mussolini
• 6. Caparezza quotes the sentence «And as it falls,it keeps telling itself: 'So far so good... So far so good... So far so good.' It's not how you fall that matters. It's how you land.» from the main character Vinz La Haine. Vinz was interpreted by the French actor Vincent Cassel.
• 7. the Italian long-term government bonds
• 8.
• 9. He acted the part of Legolas in 'The Lord of the Rings' saga:
• 10. Another dance from the 60s:
• 11. Wii's Balance Board
• Giotto made either two dimensional afrescos or with a naïve perspective
• 13. A fictional detective played by the Italian actor Ubaldo Lay
• 14. The 5th President of Italy.
• 15. An old archive game
• 16.
• 17. Fabergé had to flew from Russia after the Soviet revolution.
• 18. An old 60s disco in Rome

Sadness Please Go Away

La la la la
La la la la laia la
La la la la laia la
La la la la ia la la
 
La la la la
La la la la laia la
La la la la laia la
La la la la ia la la
 
Sadness,
please go away
[there's so much of] You in my house
no, you will never enter
 
There are so many people who have to suffer
and who cry each day a little
though Astrud wishes to live and to sing
and should tell you no
 
La la la la
La la la la laia la
La la la la laia la
La la la la ia la la
 
. . . . . .
 
La la la la
La la la la laia la
La la la la laia la
La la la la ia la la
 
Sadness
please go away
don't have that craziness
of living with me
 
I'd like to paint my room in pink
as soon as I leave I will do so
to your place I've already invited hope
and at last I will live
 
La la la la
La la la la laia la
La la la la laia la
La la la la ia la la
 
La la la la
[fase out]
La la la la laia la...
 

Half a Dozen Roses

Half a dozen roses
That die along with me,
A smile that doesn't find the way
If you're not there,
The illusion that you still want
To come back here to me,
The certainty that you won't come back to me.
 
A bored look
Left on my hair,
A discourse that you never did deep down with me,
An incredible night of love born between us,
A night that never happened again afterward.
 
I wonder what's missing
For a great love
That begins like a fire
And then, who knows?
I can barely find the time to burn
A burst of flame that will end.
 
Half a dozen roses
That die along with me,
A head that doesn't resign
And understands that
A minute of glory
Is a minute, and it ends there
It's not said that it lasts more than this.
 
I wonder what's missing
For a great love
That begins like a fire
And then, who knows?
I can barely find the time to burn
A burst of flame that will end.
 
Half a dozen roses
That die along with me,
A head that doesn't resign
And understands that
A minute of glory
Is a minute, and it ends there
It's not said that it lasts more than this.
 

It Wasn't you

It Wasn't 1 you that speak of freedom
like when you speak of a good night on a brothel
It Wasn't you that drag the country into the darkness
but you enjoy being luminaires
It Wasn't you that are firm men
just because you are surrounded by a group of idiots2
It Wasn't you that wave the flag
like on the stadium, and that for you is enough to feel patriots
It Wasn't you or your parliament
of worshipers ready to do everything to get a hearing
It Wasn't you that buy votes with propaganda
but you never pay the consequences3
It Wasn't you that hold in your fingers
the rosary of the polls hoping that will hearten you
It Wasn't you that solve the drama of the unemployed
going on tv to do the jugglers
It Wasn't you
It Wasn't you
 
It Wasn't you hangmen with a uniform
that beat to death the prisoners
It Wasn't you with bovver boots
on unarmed faces, being kicked
like trash bags
It Wasn't you that send your children to the front
like a carrion to the hyena that strips the flesh of it
It Wasn't you that tuck in the flags
on the coffin to put to sleep every sense of guilt
It Wasn't you fucking unprepared angry mob
always searching for an enemy for the fight
It Wasn't you that will burn like witches
the immigrants except to save the one in the cave
It Wasn't you with the bust of the duce on the desk
and the constitution under the feet
It Wasn't you that will deserve to be weed out
like the bad weed from your headquarters
It Wasn't you
It Wasn't you
 
It Wasn't you that toast with the blood
of who try to make light on your obscure lives
It Wasn't you that want to give voice
to party's newspapers silent like burials
It Wasn't you that make customized laws
like a pair of underwear depending on the genitals
It Wasn't you that handle who criticizes you
like a stray to which cut the vocal cords
It Wasn't you, slaves, that have rent
sovereigns costumes with undeserved money
You are brethren of a lodge that rest
on the value of the privileged like you
That you call the member of the mafia 'heroes'
and that you call the corrupted 'devout'
And each one of you, involved in every possible crime
looks the magistrate and then swears on God:
'It Wasn't me'
 

• 1. This is based on the double meaning of the Italian word 'stato', when used as verb it becomes 'was' while if used as a subject and written with capital S,
  it becomes 'Country'
• 2. firm men = uomini di polso, the literal translation will be 'men of wrist'
  manica di idioti = group of idiots
  Manica has a double meaning: group or sleeve
• 3. This is a reference to political parties buying electoral votes from the Mafia, but every investigation never finds anything

Like Bonnie and Clyde

My girlfriend stuck to me
I could not wait to grow up
the Pioneer stereo battered car
that played the Bon Jovi
and the Run DMC
and the Run DMC.
 
The windows misted by moisture
of two young hearts in a car
promise me we'll never leave
while the radio rings
'Never Say Goodbye'
'Never Say Goodbye'.
 
But inside I wondered what I will do
because the future seemed to me in the balance
between great dreams and gray reality
but with a mathematical certainty.
 
We will take the flight and we will travel the world
how far the music will take us
we will not let ourselves be dragged to the bottom
from the badness of this city.
 
And we will speak languages ​​that we do not know
where no one has ever been before
we will write our destiny
only you and me alone
just like Bonnie and Clyde.
 
His girlfriend is stuck up and
they just can not wait to grow up
they look into each other's eyes until they get lost
the phone rings
Rihanna and Jay Z
Rihanna and Jay z.
 
They have a thousand friends but in reality
the only person that matters is right there
sitting next to that car
while the radio rings
'Thinking Out Loud'
'Thinking Out Loud'.
 
But they ask themselves what I will do
because the future always seems poised
between great dreams and gray reality
but they have a mathematical certainty.
 
We will take the flight and we will travel the world
how far the music will take us
we will not let ourselves be dragged to the bottom
from the badness of this city.
 
And we will speak languages ​​that we do not know
where no one has ever been before
we will write our destiny
only you and me alone
just like Bonnie and Clyde.