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Summwhere
05:06
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A broom can sweep away the dust,
let dreams of magic, dances, and lust
pilgrims will reach Muxima and sing.
Ice cold to death while it should beat,
evil eye, witchcraft, a quick retreat
into the darkest shelters men can reach,
freedom they dance and sing into the fray.
And they bite their sorrow while chatter their teeth
Could they stop to hope?
Languishing sighs.
Could they stop to hope?
And they bite their sorrow while chatter their teeth.
Never relinquish
to love, to rights and warmth
being in the gap between the chasm and stars.
’Cos It’s summer somewhere,
it is waiting for a flair,
“ocho adelante” with a sweeping mate.
’Cos It’s summer somewhere,
a spot to refresh oneself,
we’re all the while between two breaths.
While the iron city smokes in the cold
buried in the snow or in bitter words,
Languishing sighs
hugging a picture
praying for redemption or revenge or love.
’Cos it’s summer somewhere,
it is waiting for a flair
“ocho adelante” with a sweeping mate.
’Cos it’s summer somewhere,
a spot to refresh oneself,
we’re all the while between two breaths.
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Sumac Said
04:28
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«You might have to walk in front
I would follow you I know your step
I could always give a lead.
You might have to walk behind
To eat the crumbs I left on the way,
Will we ever get back home?
How could we? And the way we should then take?
But don’t you ever walk beside
and the reason, it serves you right,
how can I mingle with you?
Sumac said, she said the truth ».
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Down The Rabbit Hole
04:06
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The first one has the voice
and sings the night away
the second is shady
with his busy gravy train,
you read aloud your rule,
you got it back to front.
Jump down the rabbit hole and see
you find them free.
The second last to count,
to count them differently,
has a sleazy habit
to look up skirts and flee
away from those maternal folds
no one comes back to where he’s from.
You'd better find a place in here,
some seats are booked but some are free.
I may as well show what is left
Jump down the rabbit hole and see
you find them free
with their boots or sandals, they hit the ground
of winding paths and stages,
as most of them are acting very strange
and the rest just clap or hiss.
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Che Boludo
03:41
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¡Che, che boludo! Vos sos un falso pampero.
¡Che, che boludo! Te dejo sognar la Boca.
Nada es igual, nada es igual a tu sueño.
¡Che, che boludo!
¡Che, che boludo!
¡Che, che boludo! Vos quieres bucear.
¡Che, che boludo! En la Plata, en el mar.
Vos crees en el Rio de l’Immortalidad.
¡Che, che boludo!
¡Che, che boludo!
¡Che, che boludo! New York is closer than us
¡Che, che boludo! You’ll find tangeros and jazz.
Aussi à Paris, tu peux danser de milongas.
¡Bye Bye, boludo!
¡Aurevoir, boludo!
Che, che boludo, yo te quiero bien
Che, che boludo, sabes todo de Baires
Todo y nada, vos os un tano special.
¡Che, che boludo!
¡Che, che boludo!
¿Qué pasa Baires?
¿Qué pasa Baires?
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The Shortest Story
04:25
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Not the best day to shout
but tomorrow we’ll be repentant
comfortably high above the clouds
if it were normal to fly
this is the best day to keep your secret
dragged down in the grave
cos this is the time when
the most people die
and the less survive.
oh, release me from the itch on the back of my knee
I am stuck and the seatbelt sign is on,
make your Valentine, scratching on and on
’till the turbulence is gone.
They say don’t mind it’s short
but I will have to suffer one more day
every fourth year it just comes
stretching in vain my love pang.
Oh, release me from the end of this love if it ends
or convince me that love survives our tiny little hearts
packed and stuffed in a blue carry-on
moving on ’till the page is turned it’s a new day’s dawn
oh, release me from the itch on my knee
make your Valentine, scratching on and on
’till the turbulence is gone.
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Lancashire
06:58
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I might be moving to Lancashire
as soon as I set the clock to Greenwich
as soon as I say farewell, goodbye
no matter how’s the weather here
no matter what’s the deal
the chilly wind is waiting for me.
I might as well take a flight to you
far as a pen for the fool
the landing strip would be short,
the plane would roll away
better to follow my pitch
going where my mind would rest
by the hills.
My life would flow without shakes,
pork pies, black pudding all day,
my tan will fade in the misty rain
because I’m leaving for Lancashire,
leaving for Lancashire,
Moving to Lancashire
where the chilly wind blows
and take off all the buzz out of my ears.
To be upstanding and hang your head
not to be and cowardly escape,
I might as well fly to Lancashire
planning to come back then
like saying I’ll quit one day
better than going nowhere,
I will leave,
I won’t leave.
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Daybreak
04:51
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Leaving the room before day breaks
and wakes up my love,
she could realize I’ve lost some hair
and I’m getting old
hiding my eyes with sunglasses
but it’s still dark
turn on the car radio to shut up the other cars.
All my first calls and mails are cold I can’t tell the truth.
How could I admit I was wrong and hiding the guilt?
The fortune teller on the web says everything is right.
Here’s something I could tell the friends tonight.
How could I refrain from showing the dark side of things?
but I hear the waves and I see the frames
and I cut and paste
while reality stands there alone
I just reassemble it with some remorse
I don’t say "yes" for "no",
I forget to say all I know.
How I could tell the old lady
her sister is gone
while she shines thinking of them together
and what they’ve done.
And when I go back to my love,
it’s night, she’s in bed
she won’t tell me she’s sick and won’t survive the cure
or that she’s killed someone
the day before she promised her love.
How could I refrain from showing the dark side of things?
but I hear the waves and I see the frames
and I cut and paste
while reality stands there alone
I just reassemble it with some remorse
I don’t say "yes" for "no",
I forget to say all I know.
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Devil's Lighter
04:11
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Here it comes from the motor lodge,
travel pursuits Verne Around the world,
like a jellyfish he slides to the parking lot,
traces of ash and a sulphuric breath of air,
is he hiding something?
Central station, backpacking mates
find the destination,
turn around and jump on lost and found suitcases:
laughter is good when you are in your sixteens.
Sister Moon hides her face,
scrambling in the shadows of her best mistakes,
a bowl of gas and fire in a crispy jumble shell
it’s what she follows, oblivious of her fate:
who’ll be the first to blow up?
"What a lighter, three times big,
buy one on the spot: what a flame,
light again, watch out on your back"
no time to see the falling.
The lighter blew well… and lit the blue suitcase,
an exceptional firework no one could tell no more.
Except Moon, just in time
to change her route for the sunny side.
The traveller reaches his registered office in hell:
“Devil’s lighters” says the sign on the front door.
“Without heavy luggage next time I’ll be away.”
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What Is Left
03:39
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When the boredom just takes over
I wonder what is left
and plunder fridge and kitchen
and the night shades are mere shadows and darkness
is just a shade of grey.
After midnight I’m still kicking not sure I’m still alive,
a phantom limb is shaking
and the short cut is so long I just wonder
what’s left to run tonight.
I can’t tell if it’s my mind or it’s all that is around
that sounds so psychobabble
and the outline of your presence is what’s left
and the rest will come again.
Shrugging off my new dress
and the rest will come again
may it be moves and words of glass
and nothing to bless.
When I wake up in a middle of a non-expected dream,
I wonder if I’m raving
while the dust piles on the right side of my bed
show only who has left.
Maybe later or tomorrow the will is going to come
again, to make its order
now it’s hostile.
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Instrumental
01:39
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Confident Boy
04:17
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Wake up and find out the choices have been made
you landed forward no need to be brave
just stepped outside the groove is at the door
you started funking out, but the groove is even more.
Like a saint in the city,
the strategy is loose
you’re in the new world darling
you just dance you just groove.
Urging, baby, the blood in your toes,
jumping daisy chain and a fly on your nose,
don’t turn back darling they’re brushing away all,
some cracks remain, it’s life after all.
Orpheus run, run!
Your in is your out now,
you’ve reached, at last, the future
it is here, it is now.
Confident boy.
The balance of your life,
make it after death,
just do the new world,
don’t be your own threat.
Confident boy.
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The Blind, The Deaf
06:05
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If there’s a beginning, sure, there won’t be an end,
even when we’ll be apart,
you cannot break ties made with the line between our eyes,
you talk about future as if we’d not be those who mould it every day,
the new Cassandra’s plasma screen
forecasting thunder and lightning days,
don’t give up - all the strength you need is to dip another sugar spoon in the mug
and turn till the coffee is sweet the way I like it.
There’s no return just because there’s no leaving, we cannot be apart,
the threat is going to melt away the foolish worry dies down,
blow your nose sweety, darling, we cannot break the tie and we won’t.
With our beginning, there’s no end, flocks may take a rest
but we’re black sheep, pulling the rope - we only tighten the tie we’d made.
Turn off your “Ominouspedia”, you find nothing about us,
I am the deafest composer who can cry,
cry out your rage and his love, with no constraints, pure and free
my voice vibrates on your silky skin blowing away your old ghosts
and those sad weak certainties.
With our beginning, there’s no end,
flocks may take a rest but we’re black ship.
Pulling the rope, we only tighten the tie we’ve made.
Distance is nothing when flesh changes its vowel into blaze.
Coarse salt will cure our wounds while leaving its grooves and traces.
Here’s a new beginning, wrinkles can show the path
straight to your thirsty lips,
a kiss can mark the break between my shallow breath,
watching or listening, feeling imagining
there is only us,
the future crowds and hordes of any age,
they may defeat themselves with rage,
nothing can break the tie we have made,
not even us.
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13. |
28IF
00:49
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Nanaue
Nanaue is: freedom of writing, creativity, anachronistic passion for story telling, perfect marriage between free
inspiration, sweat of performance and formal research.
In 2 words ART ROCK made by Matteo Nahum and Emiliano Deferrari, both experienced multi-instrumentalists coming from many solo works and the most different artistic collaborations between music, dance, theatre and visual art.
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