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Sing, My Tongue

Start my tongue start singing songs
And give joy to our great company
 
Alpha is the first letter, my viola 1 and Marjoram (2x)
 
Start my tongue start, and study, my lip
And you, my poor heart, throw whatever you know
 
Alpha I want to begin, to give taste to the dance
Alpha is the first letter, my viola and Marjoram
 
Let me sing and rejoice, let me play and laugh
Youth isn't sold so I can buy it again
 
Girl pull the dance 2 and I'll sing for you (4x)
 

• 1. The flower
• 2. Τράβα (σύρε) το χορό / Pull the dance is used in Greek to call someone who is the first one in the circle of the dance

I Want To Forget Her Eyes

I'm sick of being told the same things
That I'm always the best guy
And when I'm alone I wonder
If it's easy to change a soul
 
I don't want to change anything
I don't want to think about anything
I want to forget her eyes
Before I get really crazy
 
I want to forget her eyes
Before I get really crazy
 
I'm sick of being slapped the same way
Me that I learnt to give my life
And when I'm alone I bet
If it's easy to change a soul
 
I don't want to change anything
I don't want to think about anything
I want to forget her eyes
Before I get really crazy
 
I want to forget her eyes
Before I get really crazy
I don't want to change anything
I don't want to think about anything
I want to forget her eyes
Before I get really crazy
 
I want to forget her eyes
Before I get really crazy
 

Generale

General from the transitor
I hear it shouting 'order, strictness!'
But you know that where you're sitting
Nobody asks for help, and there's not a single mine
And generals polish their medals
And their blood is as cold as reptile's
But I'm the one who crawls between scrubs
And looks up-close at how bullets fly
And behind the hill, I wish you knew
It's so cold that you'd freeze
And there's a rifle shots
guys's screams, days that have been lost
and shattered glass music
Peasant, you wouldn't give me this dance
I have a uniform different from your brothers',
that have already been gone for a year, and that won't come back
Different's the flag and the same are the burdens
And those who say that I hate you, what do they know?
What do they even know?
 
And the most terrible thing about war
Is that it's wonderful even if millions die
With dads a seven metres underground
And with sons make songs about them
 
General, it's been so long
But when I think back to it I still cry
I still have that taste of burning in my mouth
I remember friends with their faces down in mud
And a train that left full but returned empty
In the mornings I shiver when I sleep little
I dream of a black sky from which rains fire
And barbed wire that slowly wraps me
And blocks me, tears me apart, goes in my mouth,
chokes me, the air's toxic
Like when a bomb fell to the ground and I waited for the next one
and the next one, and the next one, and the next one
And a dull peasant
waits by the door like a little girl
for a brother that left early in the morning and headed to the hill
And behind the hill a trasitor crackled
On a day in April
But I had already tossed the rifle
I had already tossed the rifle
 

Kebab Constellations

Sitting on the booth I'm thinking
but what the fuck do I exist for and look at how that girl moves her ass
maybe if I had one like that I would be able to dance
maybe I would have something to show someone
instead of sitting here taking it badly
pretending to think of anything brilliant
the fact is that I can't dance, I lack the stamina
and grams don't take the diaphragms off my soul
 
and look at how that bitch moves her ass
I'd hit on her, I don't have the drunkenness 's courage
and what would I tell her anyway, the volume is so loud that you can't understand a damn thing even if I make an effort
dancing like a stick, a puppet
the usual pretty boy now steals my fairy and stuffs it like a little foil pouch sea bream
the night ends, archived and forgotten
so I leans against a handrail with my thoughts going against the flow
and with puke that slowly gets to me
two fingers down my throat like models
I bend over and vomit a sky with stars
 
On the mat that says welcome
red vomit
and I can make out kebab constellations
and pastiere nebulas On the mat that says welcome
red vomit
and I can make out kebab constellations
and pastiere* nebulas
 
no doubt that the bitch knew how to move her ass
and who knows how many she hurt
but you know that I'm not consoling myself
until you know what I'm capable of
I can do smoke hoops and I've given up smoking
I can play the guitar but nobody cares
'cause in my group everyone plays it
ugly people play it to pick up
and beautiful people to overdo it
well I'm nothing special but I rap
there, I can do this
and generally I find talking easy
but only with who knows that I'm fragile
and I've got nothing more to show
and in the moment of need I freeze
A pretense on the way
and my masks break en bloc
reject one of my kisses so you put me at ease
I wallow in the role of the rejected guy
and you make ten masks fall to the ground
I'm keeping the other ten, it's a matter of a moment
the day you'll look inside me take it easy
you may fall in love but I'll already be kilometers away
 
On the mat that says welcome
red vomit
and I can make out kebab constellations
and pastiere nebulas
On the mat that says welcome
red vomit
and I can make out kebab constellations
and pastiere nebulas
On the mat that says welcome
red vomit
and I can make out kebab constellations
and pastiere nebulas On the mat that says welcome
red vomit
and I can make out kebab constellations
and pastiere nebulas
 

Another Brick In The Wall

Kids, has anyone ever told you you're numbers?
I can only see you as small worms useless and helpless
locked in cold tunnels there where the sun don't shine
teeming with cockroaches and snakes
the world's a maze and there's dark fog
and trust me it's scary
and without us you're lost among packs of wolves
it's better if you stay here sitting on the desks
 
I want you to be silent, afflicted
straighten up your back you'll answer 'Yes sir.' as soon as I talk
the sheperds reward every sheep that bleats
and you don't know about the pity for who couldn't do it
we'll build a wall to keep you safe
nobody speaks if you want to stay afloat
who dares to contradict will pay with fasting
and will have to carry that wall's brick by back
 
All in all is just another brick in the wall
all in all is just another brick in the wall
 
We no need to education
 
Teacher, us kids are sick of this, we're sick of these chalk faces
we're sick of the imag of a depressed world
we'll spit on the textbooks' pages
not now
you don't want to challenge us
because we'll kick and we'll break the chains
we'll come from everywhere, be sure that
the walls are gonna fall like houses of cards
like houses of cards
because over here war is fought with pastels
we'll sharpen our pencils like knives
 
Hey teacher leave those kids alone
 
All in all is just another brick in the wall
all in all is just another brick in the wall
 

I've Left The Keys

I see a man wearing his face every morning, how lovely
he shapes it like plasticine, a noise that fills him up
a pain in the temples that doesn't go down with an aspirin
it pierces like a pole in gelly that wasn't there before
that freezes like frost and comes like November rain but sharp
that tears up his skin to the hold of his self-esteem
and imagine, imagine the stars
it's a thorough image of what he was feeling
 
A joy that seems like it's hanging you up
that paralyzes you, that surprises you
to the point where it seems that you don't think and don't weigh like a light breeze that sustains you
I've felt that
I am left with the splinters, I've lost it after the blink of an eye
and when you lose the breeze that sustains you you fall into the void but you don't know for how many miles
sorry Marra* but
the problem is not the landing
is the fall
I'd need to find that courage
to chase something that's already lost
I've never chased it
had deluded myself that I could escape the grip
just stand by the door
fuck what I feel
I exited my heart and left the keys inside
I exited my heart and left the keys inside
 

The end of the world

Wait, I'm not ready yet
Look, I still have the label I can't
ride a bike or go a hundred miles an hour
I've never run in a marathon, overcome obstacles
I've never seen Maradona's Naples
I've got my licences expired for a while
The poetic one to renew or to get rid of
I move the hourglass to horizontal to stop time
As long as you stop blowing
to change the wind
And the cold comes forward, the synthetic soul and
anxiety's aesthetic
And if today I could change the world I would do it tomorrow
 
Don't fuck with me with this rush to make up minds, leave me alone, don't make me get out of bed
Get off me with this rush to make up minds,
you, don't make me get out of bed
Don't fuck with me with this rush to make up minds, leave me alone, don't make me get out of bed
Get off me with this rush to make up minds,
you, don't make me get out of bed
 
I'll never get out,
of this unmade and dirty bed
that pulls me down to the bottom
and that's deep like a well
And I repeat myself: get up, at least move
but these sheets are like quicksand
And I'm not even tired, but if I get up
I go back to face the world
 
And they're rainy days
I've mastered the game
I'm weak and it changes rules as it
pleases and it always wins
And it always wins
and, man, I should get into it again
against traffic, with headlight off I touch 120 miles per hour
 
But the world still ignores me
I don't see it anymore
No wind is blowing I don't even
feel the air on my face as I fall down
But I don't want to pretend its' nothing
if when I look around I only see dead faces
 
I... I dream of a world that ends wothily
That blows up
Not that slowly dies
I dream of leds and spotlight at the Sistine Chapel
I dream of a plant with amazing bass
I dream of a crowd that jumps as one till it breaks the marble, till it cracks the frescoes
I dream of the last judgement falling apart and falling into confetti onto a dancing vandals crowd
I see them in slow motion,
billions of lives, as I'm leading the meteorite
I'm pointing there
 
I dream of leds and spotlight at the Sistine Chapel
I dream of a plant with amazing bass
I dream of a crowd that jumps as one till it breaks the marble, till it cracks the frescoes
I dream of the last judgement falling apart and falling into confetti onto a dancing vandals crowd
I see them in slow motion,
billions of lives, as I'm leading the meteorite
I'm pointing there
 
I dream of the last judgement falling apart and falling into confetti onto a dancing vandals crowd
I see them in slow motion,
billions of lives, as I'm leading the meteorite
I'm pointing there
 

All The Secrets

I close my eyes and breathe
Like a little kid I want to be here again
To guide my soul
Into the museum of my dreams to enter
For my teacher to yell at me
To have big dreams
To not be afraid to apologise
To smoke in secret during recess
To rock the attendance
To remember how I got here
 
And if my nights are dark
Brighter ones will come
Don't be afraid
My love, don't cry
Inside the heart
All the secrets are hidden
Let's go to sleep, my love
It's late
 
To go out on Saturdays
With the gang to hang out, to laugh
To play football on Sundays
In playgrounds
Seesaw and hide and seek
To believe in you again
To find the strength to go up
The uphill I chose to live
To get up again as I fall
To migrate to foreign places
To remember what it's like to smile
 
And if my nights are dark
Brighter ones will come
Don't be afraid
My love, don't cry
 

The Good Kids

Tonight I will not complain
the mistakes I did them long ago but now I pay for them
they had told me that the good kids
they endure in the pain.
Tonight to the moon I will talk
all my mistakes I will reveal to him
the stars I will count so that I see
if you love me and how much!
 
They say that the good kids don't cry
they say that the bums don't hurt
but my heart they don't know what they're saying
whatever they're saying let them say those things to me (x2)
 
Tonight in my darknesses I will enter
and I will hide so that no one can bother me
tonight even God himself
to stay here is afraid...
I no longer have any more endurance
not even any more strength to say that I can endure
from the sky I ask water
my eyes so that I can wet.
 
They say that the good kids don't cry
they say that the bums don't hurt
but my heart they don't know what they're saying
whatever they're saying let them say those things to me (x2)