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Oliviero Malaspina - La canzone del padre
“Vuoi davvero lasciare ai tuoi occhi
Solo i sogni che non fanno svegliare”
“Sì. Vostro Onore, ma li voglio più grandi”
“C’è lì un posto, lo ha lasciato tuo padre
Non dovrai che restare sul ponte
E guardare le altre navi passare
Le più piccole dirigile al fiume
Le più grandi sanno già dove andare”
Così son diventato mio padre
Ucciso in un sogno precedente
Il tribunale mi ha dato fiducia
Assoluzione e delitto lo stesso movente
E ora Berto, figlio della Lavandaia
Compagno di scuola, preferisce imparare
A contare sulle antenne dei grilli
Non usa mai bolle di sapone per giocare;
Seppelliva sua madre in un cimitero di lavatrici
Avvolta in un lenzuolo quasi come gli eroi
Si fermò un attimo per suggerire a Dio
Di continuare a farsi i fatti suoi
E scappò via con la paura di arrugginire
Il giornale di ieri lo dà morto arrugginito
I becchini ne raccolgono spesso
Fra la gente che si lascia piovere addosso
Ho investito il denaro e gli affetti
Banca e famiglia danno rendite sicure
Con mia moglie si discute l’amore
Ci sono distanze, non ci sono paure
Ma ogni notte lei mi si arrende più tardi
Vengono uomini, ce n’è uno più magro
Ha una valigia e due passaporti
Lei ha gli occhi di una donna che pago
Commissario io ti pago per questo
Lei ha gli occhi di una donna che è mia
L’uomo magro ha le mani occupate
Una valigia di ciondoli, un foglio di via
Non ha più la faccia del suo primo hashish
È il mio ultimo figlio, il meno voluto
Ha pochi stracci dove inciampare
Non gli importa d’alzarsi, neppure quando è caduto:
E i miei alibi prendono fuoco
Il Guttuso ancora da autenticare
Adesso le fiamme mi avvolgono il letto
Questi i sogni che non fanno svegliare
Vostro Onore, sei un figlio di troia
Mi sveglio ancora e mi sveglio sudato
Ora aspettami fuori dal sogno
Ci vedremo davvero
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Joaquín Sabina - Pongamos que hablo de Madrid
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Led Zeppelin - Rock and roll
It's been a long time since I rock-and-rolled
It's been a long time since I did the Stroll
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back
mm-baby, where I come from
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
Yes, it has
It's been a long time since the book of love
I can't count the tears of a life with no love
A-carry me back, carry me back, carry me back
mm-baby, where I come from,whoa-whoa, whoa-oh-oh-hoh
Its been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
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Bob Dylan - Like a Rolling Stone (Live at Newport Folk Festival, 1965)
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
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Joseito Fernandez - Guantanamera
Yeah...
All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
On New Year's Day
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says
Say it's true it's true...
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one
I... I will begin again
I... I will begin again
Oh...
Maybe the time is right
Oh...maybe tonight...
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
And so we're told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes
On New Year's Day
On New Year's Day