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C'è un sole rosso immerso in questo mare
All'imbrunire lo guardi affogare
Nessuno che si tuffa e che ti salva
La luna triste è in alto e mai ti parla
Di notte tutti chiusi in una stanza
Si gonfia il petto pieno di arroganza
Dormiamo sopra un letto di parole
Dormiamo e tu zittisciti dolore
You'll never keep the coldy
The day you gonna do
We'll ever pretty deadly
We'll lose our glowing too
Racconti la tua favola più bella
E non importa se poi è sempre quella
Di uomini che cercano l'amore
Di donne che sorridono al dolore
Si schiude il ventre e sembra di morire
Ma quel respiro flebile è presente
Apre due occhi nuovi a questo sole
Illumina il tuo cuore
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Call me Ishmael
04:55
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Call me Ishmael
Call me brother
I who surf slowly
In the waves on my vessel
Blind me with red hot words
Hurt me with your lips
Sharps as blades
In my sunburnt skin
I hear you laught
and clantch you teeth
among my hearth meats
wip by the freezing wind of my winter
with the sail open adrift
arise, alone
you left me my soul
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Whistling Freedom
03:00
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The life of the Negro
Is still sadly crippled
By the manacles of segregation
And the chains of discrimination
I have a dream
That one day this nation
Will rise up and live out
The true meaning of its creed:
"We hold these truths
To be self-evident,
That all men are created equal."
Now is the time..
That all men are created equal...
We will be able
To work together,
To pray together,
To struggle together,
To go to jail together,
We will be able
To work together,
To pray together,
To struggle together,
To stand up for freedom together
I have a dream that one day...
We will be able to speed up
That day when all of God's children,
Black men and white men,
Jews and Gentiles,
Protestants and Catholics,
Will be able to join hands
And sing in the words
Of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
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Freaking Out
02:51
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Running through the field of a thunder
Rolling down the growling of you hunger
Choosing what lip to heat
Choosing what need to be beat
Biting songs to feel a little hum, sir
Freaking out for a really little danger
And there's nothing that really hurt
Than your sweet teeth in my heart
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Lovely Lies
03:32
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You could be my love
With your broken eyes
You can't see my face
But my lovely eyes
Fly around the sky
Landing through the night
On your little ears
Want you leave me dear?
Don't forget to sew
All my bleeding flesh
Now please close your mouth
And dries all the rest
Now I'm pretty clean
Starting from my feet
Up to my black hair
Wearing only air
Would you leave your clothes
Lay them down the floor
We could burn it all
Till the fireman's call
Don't forget your wings
Put them on your back
Take my hand and jump
Off the ledge
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Can You Hear It Loud
03:32
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Can't hear, can't hear
Can't hear the noise of deadly sins
Don't leave the voice of freedom
Can you hear he loud
Through the crowded hall
Can you hear he now
Call your name from clouds
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I can feel it
The beat
Of eyelashes
Break the silence
And your legs
As a spindle
In my hands
To weave a game of hands
Why won't you reaching my desire?
I don't know
Why you and I
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee
Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
I can feel it
The beat
Of eyelashes
Break the silence
And your legs
As a spindle
In my hands
To weave a game of hands
Why won't you reaching my desire?
I don't know
Why you and I
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
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The Angels go Down
04:02
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In the streets
In the fold of an hand
Among the homeless
Among the Gentiles
In the seas
Among the Eddies
Leading down
The catch of fishermen
Together with their poor lives
With wings drenched in blood and tears
With hands that do not claim
Do not take, give
Between breaths of loverls
Among the farewells of the onlookers
Head bowed, to the last farewell
Do not be shy if one day you hear a breath light, warm,
Wrap the neck and dissolve the thoughts knotted from years of pain.
And if it is the face of a love lost between the commitments of a life, recover the taste,
sit next to,
and embrace each other, love each other
Set yourself in the eye, do not turn yourself
Kiss embrace each other, smile each other
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Idiot may Harm you
03:21
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Idiot may harm you
No one can cry for you
Your arm stay fixed
Your guilty whispers
I’m really digging into your hopes
I’m really frightened about your soul
I’m really angry about your smile
I’m gonna catch your luxurious eyes
I really care if you can’t hear
My little voice onto your dreams
I really care if you can’t hear
Your little voice in through your hears
Hi there, my dope
Don’t lure all souls
Can’t touch the streams of spoken dreams
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Ombre
02:44
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Le ombre dei cortili sono spente
Con gli occhi chiusi ascolti in ogni istante
I gesti mai scomposti di un amante
Che muore ad ogni goccia di te
Fra gli occhi cerchi tutte le parole
Sorrisi ad ogni spina fra le righe
Le mani ad ogni solco del suo passo
E soffia il suo ricordo come il vento
Le pieghe delle mani a ricordare
Gli intrecci vostri ormai persi nel tempo
Dormivi stretta al polso del suo inverno
Non vuoi dimenticare
Disciplina
Respira piano, prima
Nei sogni tuoi cammina
Col sole in fronte e ammira
Le ombre, contro queste mai
Fiori di sorgenti, dai tuoi occhi ardenti
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Listless
04:18
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You're looking so listless
Your hands in your pockets
Nothing to hide except
The underwear hanging from the chandelier
You think you're a big guy
Your mother never told you why
You are too stupid to understand
That you lost every time you whisper
Your chains clink in the wind
They're cute, don't you think?
Don't listen to those who tell you
That has no time for you
So break it with a breath
And paint them only with red
Of a beautiful bright red to share
On that falling wall
And it doesn't end there
The story goes on
The oxen are a little tired
But plow the field and so on
You've been locked inside
A cell without bars
Without telling a lie
Without a kiss to give
With no one to betray
Without a shoulder to cry on and stay
Leave them speechless
Running delightfully
Despite a few extra pounds
That nails you to the ground
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