A keresés eredménye

Nonono

La la la la la la la
La la
La
 
And yesterday I had a dream (no no no)
And you were there in it, too
You read 'Goosebumps' (no no no)
And had a coffee with me
 
We weren't able to sleep (no no no)
We started to laugh
About the fear of dying
About the want to leave
About the joy of living
 
I read your hand (no no no)
And I memorized it
And if I'm lucky, I swear to you
I'll bring you to the history books
 
And I was told by the Pakistani (no no no)
Who I bought roses from,
'Boss, remember that happiness lies
inside the little things' (oh)
 
Yeee, ye e e, ye e e
And you stay here in disarray
Because the greatest freedom
Is that which keeps you in chains (oh)
Yeee, ye e e, ye e e
The punches in the face you give me
I save them in my soul
Next to all the 'I love you's (oh)
 
Yesterday I woke up (no no no)
It was around three
When the phone didn't ring
I understood that it was you
 
You said, 'Learn to live alone' (no no no)
But I already knew how

Nonono

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La la la la la la la, la la, la
 
And yesterday I had a dream (no no no)
And you were in it, too
You read 'Goosebumps' (no no no)
And had a coffee with me
 
We weren't able to sleep (no no no)
We started to laugh
About the fear of dying
About the want to leave
About the joy of living
 
I read your hand (no no no)
And I memorized it
And if I'm lucky, I swear to you, I'll bring you to the history books
 
And I was told by the Pakistani (no no no)
Who I bought roses from,
'Boss, remember that happiness lies inside the little things'
 
Oh yeeee, ye-e-e, ye-e-e
And you stay here in disarray
Because the greatest freedom
Is that which keeps you in chains
 
Oh yeeee, ye-e-e, ye-e-e
The punches you give me in the face
I save them in my soul
Next to all the 'I love you's (oh)
 
Yesterday I woke up (no no no)
It was around three
When the phone didn't ring
I understood that it was you
 
You said, 'Learn to live alone' (no no no)
But I already knew how

Ouch!

Yesterday I thought
I'd like to go up to the mountains
To forget you
A bit of cold wouldn't hurt me
I thought about
That song they teach you at school
To remember the names of the Alps
Ma con gran pena, then I forget the rest1
 
If you knew the thoughts I've lost
That I've chased out of my head
So that you could sleep comfortably in there
And feel special like on the holidays
 
I still know you like McFlurrys
But only at three in the morning
And I know about your first kiss at bumper cars
With that idiot
Some troublemaker from your town
 
Your aunts' names
Sail around on my seas
Drowning all the poems
That I've known since elementary school
Maybe you'll feel bad
For this poor head of mine
That still knows everything about you
Because as much as I try
You're all I have left
 
The scars on your legs
Are wise men that tell a story
About a little girl that kept falling down
During gym class, and I know it by memory
 
Now you know how to walk straight
And maybe you don't end up on your butt
Please remind yourself, my dear
That you were truly beautiful
When you used to fall and say 'Ouch!'
When you used to fall and say 'Ouch!'
When you used to fall and say 'Ouch!'
 

• 1. 'Ma con gran pena le reca giù' is an Italian mnemonic to remember the different mountain ranges in the alps.

Julia

Julia don't laugh, please, let's not make a racket
Your happiness will wake up our roommates
Then they'll leave us notes on the bed
Because at night you're supposed to sleep and be respectful
 
Julia if some day we stop making love
I promise I'll go and get a degree and become a doctor
And we'll buy ourselves a house as big as your bed
Where there's only laughter, and you never have to be respectful
 
Julia don't let college get you down
That test was hard, I'll tell your dad about it
And you can tell, you can tell, that professor of yours
Has never laughed and doesn't know what love is
 
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
 
Julia, hold me tight like in a cliche
I'll be your plain, go ahead and cry your river
Wake up our roommates and tomorrow you'll see
They'll break my face while you sleep
 
Julia, yesterday I was at a bar drinking with my friends
And I saw you hidden behind a waiter
(Ha-ha-ha, you were with some guy, yeah, I swear to God)
You were with some guy, I swear to God
And just for a second it seemed like it wasn't me
 
Julia, please, don't yell, I'm not accusing you of anything
No dear, you're misinterpreting, I'm just an idiot
It was your professor, that one with the ugly face
Fine, I'll sleep on the couch, but I'll keep a picture of you
 
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
 
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh
 
Julia, I've been sleeping on this couch for two months
I keep waiting for you, even if it's in vain
I left a letter for you and the professor
Could you make a bit less noise when you're making love?
 

The Neverending Story

I wrote a letter that can sing
For all the days you'll want to sleep
400 strokes into the heart
Runs across the sea like two guns
But now I don't run anymore ... I don't run anymore
 
Erotic postcards in bars
Elders who play Briscola1
I could read your soul
Behind the black Rayban lenses
Yes, of your Raybans
 
A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
At night he played at being an artist
While you smiled and didn't look, no
My sweet Insta Venus
That you were the best summer of my life is the truth
It felt like The Neverending Story and maybe it was just happiness
 
And how good we are at pretending
To not have feelings
And we are as happy as Easter, yes
But Easter 20202
 
And you said you loved my lisp
But now who knows what you think
Being happy lasts the time of a dance
Between Dustin and Nancy3
 
A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
At night he played at being an artist
While you smiled and didn't look, no
My sweet Insta Venus
That you were the best summer of my life is the truth
It felt like The Neverending Story and maybe it was just happiness
 
Punk soul and Peter Pan eyes
A poem in the toilet of a bar
A song that will not end ...
Wait, wait, wait ... how was it?
 
A German was playing Wonderwall at a bonfire
With the text written over the handkerchief
And we are just monsters with a big fear
Of finding a child under the bed
 
You blushed but without a reason
Comfortable inside a cliché
You fell in love and not with me ...
... or maybe yes?
 
I lost my baby teeth
Because I have grown up
I used you as an answer
But you were a million questions
 

• 1. a popular Italian card game
• 2. a reference to the lockdowns in Italy during the COVID-19 pandemic
• 3. characters from the TV series 'Stranger Things'

Over the Hype

If after tonight
You find me dead in a field
I was the one that chose this
I was the one that looked for this
I've always believed in you
Even after it's over
Clenched fists and hard nosed
I've always been an Inter Milan fan
I'm telling you under my breath
I don't know how to love you when the sun's out
I'm sorry but really
Music, I only love you when it rains
Yeah
 
Because we are
Over the hype
Over the hype
Over the hype
However it goes I'll never cry
Over the hype
Over the hype
Over the hype
And fuck you, you're leaving
 
Life in late September
Maybe ultimately it's like a bear
It will only leave you alone
If you know how to play dead
But what do they want to know
About what happiness is
They don't listen Battisti
And don't put onion in their kebab
So find me a pretty field where I can die with dignity
Like cats that withdraw far away from people
I don't want to hear anything anymore
Not even music
Yaha ha
 
Because we are
Over the hype
Over the hype
Over the hype
However it goes I'll never cry
Over the hype
Over the hype
Over the hype
And fuck you, you don't know anything
 
I'm leaving now but it's important to me
That people know that I lived
On my grave write:
'The first couple were good, then he sold out'
 
Over the hype
Over the hype
Over the hype
However it goes I'll never cry
Over the hype
Over the hype
Over the hype
And fuck you, you're leaving
 

Vegetables

[1st verse]
Who'd have thought
I'd end up here
Before going to bed
In this stupid huge city
Thinking that maybe
Your absence comforts me
More than the presence of the rest of the world
And I searched for sleep
On the bottom of a mocha cup
We're penguins that can't escape the seal
I want to swim, but you dried out the seas
I want to fly, but you cut my wings
You gave your best smiles to assholes
You had Richie Cunningham
You preferred Fronzie
But after all it's alright
After all don't worry
Everything can be survived
By listening to Lucio Dalla
 
[Chorus]
We're the end of the world
On a Sunday morning
We're a candlelit dinner
Between two fuel cans
Since you departed
I haven't been afraid anymore
And I even manage to laugh when eating vegetables
 
[2nd verse]
But who'd have thought
It would end like this
Eh eh eh
I'm on my bed
With your bones you forgot here
I'm making some wind chimes
And I'll hang them on the door
They'll warn me when my memory of you tries to enter
And I won't open
And my eyes are tired
I'm not going to renew Netflix
I search for you in Google Maps
And see if I can find you
A word is too much
While two are too few
So break a leg, Princess Mononoke
Because I'm done with sad songs
They're like candies given by dentists
We were fuel, a calm life
And then I met you and we got hooked
 
[Chorus]
We're the end of the world
On a Sunday morning
We're a candlelit dinner
Between two fuel cans
Since you departed
I haven't been afraid anymore
And I even manage to laugh when eating vegetables
 
[Bridge]
We're the end of the world
We're the end of the world
We're the end of the world
We're the end of the world
What are we?
(We're the end of the world)
What are we?
(We're the end of the world)
What are we?
(We're the end of the world)
What are we?
 
[Chorus]
We're the end of the world
On a Sunday morning
We're a candlelit dinner
Between two fuel cans
Since you departed
I haven't been afraid anymore
And I even manage to laugh when eating vegetables
 
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Invent

And then again, who hasn't ever dreamt of changing the world?
 
We're tired of becoming the serious-minded youth
either necessarily satisfied, or criminals, or neurotics:
we want to laugh, to stay innocent, to expect something from life, to ask, to ignore.
We don't want to be this dreamless already. [- Pier Paolo Pasolini]
 
Somebody should really invent a two-ended toothpaste tube
so no wife would be mad at her husband for pressing the tube from the wrong side
Somebody should really invent an alternative role
for the children who play the trees in school plays
Somebody should really invent a way to tell her 'don't leave me!'
without then dying from guilt if, in the end, she actually stays
Somebody should really invent a new philosophy
or a new zeitgeist according to which the soul is the body's parole.
 
Somebody should really invent a follow-up to this song
cause I'm fucking tired of this 'Somebody should really invent' anaphora
It'd be great if pop understood that there exist four chords other than these
 
I want to see Pasolini in prime time on Italia Uno
insulting capitalism and the consumistic logic
I want to see more people at a Vasco Brondi gig
and possibly some less at a Vasco Rossi's (*)
 
You understand a lot of those who tell you their most intimate truths
You understand everything about those who tell you only superficial lies
People never change, those who are against homosexuality today,
in the 17th century defined telescopes as the devil's work
And everyone loves Coldplay who always play the same four chords
because you can't really love music unless you're also a little deaf
And in spite of all the new experiences we're all slaves to our dreams
because it's impossible to be happy unless you're also a little foolish
 
Keep in mind that you'll be judged based on how many likes your status will get
and if you don't get at least 20 likes you'll be considered a bit lame
I stopped tripping in my head cause I can't afford the tickets anymore
and I think love is like the tangent of a right angle
 

Irene

Irene, tonight I'd rip your face off
so that you'll scare the world away, but you'll still be mine
in this pitch black night, that maybe was tomato black
my Red Brigades hands caress you, Aldo Moro (*)
 
You read it in the stars, that music will give us the daily bread
maybe you've sold your realism to some fair-trade shop
Irene, don't you blindly believe what the zodiac says
because music gives the daily bread only to the celiacs
 
The future I could have given you, I traded it
for the vinyls I keep in my attic
I will gift them to you when you'll have lost your hopes
and you'll feel helpless
The future I could have given you
is, all things considered, a flop - better
if you marry an engineer
a lawyer, a dentist
or, or, or your therapist.
 
An inquiring, cider-hued light
burns strongly in this room and turns the night to ashes
and whilst you sleep, a droplet of saliva streaks out of your mouth
accurate like a kiss never given, or a ticking clock
Irene, songwriters say it's not a matter
of how many times you fall, but whether or not you manage to get back up
But after a thousand mighty falls
we just have to learn to live like snakes
 
The future I could have given you, I traded it
for the vinyls I keep in my attic
I will gift them to you when you'll have lost your hopes
and you'll feel helpless
The future I could have given you
is, all things considered, a flop - listen,
break free from this all,
run away as fast as you can
Remember me as a Neville Longbottom
in a world of Draco Malfoy-s
 
Irene, don't you ever trust
the lyrics of my songs,
especially those you have to paraphrase:
those are the worst ones
Trust only the freshly baked bread
in the winter mornings,
and heaven, only when
only when seen from hell
 
The future I could have given you, I traded it
for the vinyls I keep in my attic
I will gift them to you when you'll have lost your hopes
and you'll feel helpless
 

Bagatelle

Enlightened by the flames of the bonfire
Lucia's features were rollercoasters
and Paolo fell in love with them
and turned his eyes to the sky and his saints
'I humbly ask of you, I know that you're busy
helping people more in need than me,
but I fell in love and I'd be so grateful
if she felt the same way as I do'
 
My love, my love, you're always the same old story
you're the door creaking, the flooded engine
the umbrella that got forgotten at the tram station
the sound of a dream enduring under the weight of the years
 
and on the wonky raft
Fatima's smile was a cruise ship
and surrounded by salt mixed with blood
young Samir discovered the spring
Lean out of the raft and stretch your hands out to me
After all, if you close your eyes, it kinda feels like on the Titanic
But we won't sink, you'll see, we'll make it through
I already smell pizza but it's probably just freedom!
 
My love, my love, you're always the same old story
you're the door creaking, the flooded engine
the umbrella that got forgotten at the tram station
the sound of a dream enduring under the weight of the years
 
My love, my love, you've run away from churches long time ago
and you hide in a japanese tourist's pictures
You've nearly died under NATO's rifle fire
and today you keep quiet, fearing you'll come off as cheesy
 
My love, my love, you're always the same old story
you're the door creaking, the flooded engine
the umbrella that got forgotten at the tram station
the sound of a dream enduring
under the weight of the years and of reality
 

Tetris

You were to me
the long tetris piece
The one you wait a lifetime for
but when it finally comes, it solves everything
You were to me
the third string in a chord
the most important note, that decided the fate
of my empty days
You were to me
the fiercest beast
that can be only quietly tamed
The profanity of a religious person
when they stab their toe on the bedside table
The prayer of an agnostic person
in the grey of a
winter,
devilish morning
 
And I'm sorry if I tell you certain things
but I just have to tell someone
and the only someone I know is you
You blew inside my
harmonica-shaped heart
you've sown wind and reaped windpower
Your quite-s and your enough-s
won't certainly stop the volcano erupting on my bare face
It all started with an indifferent 'marry me'
and ended with a 'nice to meet you'
(or maybe reckless to meet you, huh)
 
You were to me
the awareness
that, with the help of time, even a Magikarp will eventually
turn into a Gyarados
You were to me
surviving a thousand nightmares
but dying with the first dream that popped up
along my way
Oh, you were to me
the absence to Bresson
the Corrida to Hemingway
and the revolution to Danton
the whistle of the train to Belluca
you've shocked me
like Raffaella Carrà on national television with her Tuca Tuca
 
And I'm sorry if I tell you certain things
but I just have to tell someone
and the only someone I know is you
You blew inside my
harmonica-shaped heart
you've sown wind and reaped windpower
Your quite-s and your enough-s
won't certainly stop the volcano erupting on my bare face
It all started with an indifferent 'marry me'
and ended with a 'nice to meet you'
 
You were to me what the Dunning-Krueger Effect is to Kanye West
You were to me what Friends were to the '90s.
I escaped into your eyes for hours
and felt like a better person
I escaped into your eyes for hours
and felt like a better person
 
Refrain
 
I'm sorry if I tell you certain things
but I just have to tell someone
and the only someone I know is you
You blew inside my
harmonica-shaped heart
you've sown wind and reaped windpower
Your quite-s and your enough-s
won't certainly stop the volcano erupting on my bare face
It all started with an indifferent 'marry me'
and ended with a 'nice to meet you'