1. |
Coins on my body
04:00
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When I
Woke up this morning I
feel that
Something strange was in the air
I saw the sun turning green
Not more surprising
Than the reality
I ran to the mirror and I looked at myself
Naked like a worm as I lay into my bed
Coins stucked to my body were falling on the ground
Like a rain of iron drops I could hear that magic sounds
I’ve coins on my body
I’m full of them
I’ve coins on my body
They’ re falling down
I took a little time to realize
That ring of telephone I recognized
My friend worried but I don’t know why
My head up side down my mouth was dry
That’s what sometimes happen when you are used to be alone.
When your mother doesn’t take care of you anymore.
Holes in my pocket made me wonder what I’am
Such a fucking bloody mess I have rather stayed in my bed
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2. |
Empty Train
05:48
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3. |
Satie
04:48
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4. |
Shut up & cry
03:08
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I’ve told you how I’am
Seems not to catch my feel
I can but waste my time
Please listen to my appeal
Shut up & cry
Shut up & sing
Shut up & give a chance to me
You want me kind & rude
Romantic smart & smooth
To live in the countryside
You & me in the sunshine
Shut up & cry
Shut up & sing
Shut up & give a chance to me
Wim Wenders makes me sleep
Kavafis is not so deep
Kandinsky draws like me
& Nyman sucks my cook
Shut up & cry
Shut up & sing
Shut up & give a chance to me
But you
Oh dear
So that
Too much pressure
Too much pressure
Too much pressure
Too much pressure
Pity you
A creep
Oh god
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5. |
Complication
02:54
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6. |
Missunderstanding
04:56
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7. |
portixeddu
05:00
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To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows, no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
Who am I, what and why?
'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Oh these sour times
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste
Of innocence, decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide ....
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you
Nobody loves.. me
It's true
Not, like, you.. do
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8. |
Piro Piro
06:00
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9. |
Cha Cha
02:10
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Fischia, suona, stride, cha cha!
Urla, suona, stride, cha cha!
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10. |
Cristina e il lupo
00:30
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11. |
lucini e il lupo
12:22
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