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Make the morning

I open my eyes in the morning
And I see the night before
The place that closes when
You do not arrive
The car does not work
It's August and the beach is far away
And then I take a ride in Montagnola
Even today it is already tomorrow
You have already decided that you won't stay
You left your keys at home
Who knows what plans you have
 
If I think of goodbyes
Goodbyes no longer exist
We are always connected
Even when you do not know it
 
And I wish I had lost it
That extra moment
To let you go better
But think of you what a beautiful awakening
Without a soul around, ooh ooh
My love, today it's just me
And I want to feel good
I put on sunglasses
 
Pa papapa paraira (eh eh)
Pa papapa parairara
 
I understand now how much it was worth
That school escape
Making love in the cellar
A journey without a destination
Walking blindly
The night spent making the morning
On a train to Grosseto
Maybe I will find you in a random smile
A finger on the book
Or in an empty place
 
If I think of goodbyes
Goodbyes no longer exist
We are always connected
Even when you do not know it
 
And I wish I had lost it
That extra moment
To let you go better
But think of you what a beautiful awakening
Without a soul around, ooh ohh
My love, today it's just me
And I want to feel good
I put on sunglasses
 
Pa papapa paraira, parai
Pa papapa parairara
 
And who knows if in another universe
An ordinary sofa, maybe you have a nice place
And who knows if this lost time
We'll take it back one day
 
Ooh ooh
 
But think of you what a beautiful awakening
Without a soul around, ooh ooh
My love, today it's just me
And I want to feel good
I put on sunglasses
 
Pa papapa paraira (parapapa, pairairai)
Pa papapa parairairai
 
Today it's just me
And I want to feel good
I put on sunglasses
 

Easy

Para para, para para, pam pam
Para para, para para
 
Damn winter, damn summer
Damn thirst that never goes away
You told me: 'I miss you, alone I can't find peace'
Or did you want to ask and write: 'How are you?'
In your every 'always' there's an 'almost'
In your every 'never' there's one 'until tomorrow'
Our days will all be nights
Our sunrises will be sunsets
I love you, I hate you, I buy you a beer
You aren't a star but a spark
Wherever you pass, thoughts become songs
And mid-seasons become a trend again
 
With you, life is so easily made impossible
Love is so fragile as to break the rules
Music is simpler, playing is like laughing
And I'm so free that I can be weak
 
Para para, para para, pam pam
Para para, para para
 
And gays are all sensible
And blacks have rhythm in the blood
Women are all intelligent
Men's brains are in their pants
Drug addicts start with a joint
The right boob is the bigger one
Communists each have a villa in Versilia
In Italy, not even an elephant has memory
 
But how many fucking speeches so as to come to you
Maybe they take an idiot test before getting on trains
Then you make fun of me, kiss me, scream in my face and beat me
But until you're here, the world is not about the idiots
 
(Oh)
 
With you, life is so easily made impossible
Love is so fragile as to break the rules
Music is simpler, playing is like laughing
And I'm so free that I can be weak
 
Life is so easily made impossible
Love is so fragile as to break the rules
Music is simpler, playing is like laughing
And I'm so free that I can be weak
 
Para para, para para, pam pam
Para para, para para, pam pam
Para para, para para, pam pam
Para para, para para
 
Life is so easily made impossible
Love is so fragile as to break the rules
Music is simpler, playing is like laughing
And I'm so free that I can be weak
 

Pig

'Come back to me, I can change!'
Said the chinese storekeeper
To the client doubtful about quality
 
'I can't stand without you!'
Shout the bore of a believer
without his parable
 
It's that it isn't you and it isn't me
It's the wind who's making shredded newspapers dance up in the air
 
And if outside it's raining
Try to regulate the antenna
That we can't see anything here below
 
I'd give you my heart
But pigs are used up until the last bit
 
And thank God we have health
That if it didn't exist should be invented
After all what's nicer than life
And I so her not wearing make-up
But don't lose the hope
To go on holyday after having never worked
Probable traffic jams on the road junctions, company meetings
Fuck you
To whom not go to
 

I go to the sea

Crossroads for death, you are
Like all the people who meet
The distance makes us untouchable
And among us there is a space for further study
The memory of your problems
Strengthens my loneliness
A pleasant emotional state
In which you are the one that is not there
 
You're not there, so I go to the beach
You are not there and then I write well
You're not there, I have something to think about
You're not here, please do not come back
 
You remember when you threw me my underwear
To convey the sense of abandonment
In which tired clothes lay
Like your desire to smile
Distance, you know, is like the wind
Always bring new things with you
Sometimes good, sometimes governments
But still elements of discussion
 
You're not there, so I go to the beach
You are not there and then I write well
You're not there, I have something to think about
You're not here, please do not come back
 

The revolution will not pass on TV

A lie told to feel great
A hand that searches my heart in my underwear
A night with dreams wrapped up in newspapers
A shepherd with vacation paid by his dogs
You fucked your future just for him it was a game
And he wants you secretary to touch your ass a little bit
And he wants you with sleep on you to tell you a whore
And he wants you at the switchboard to not talk to himself
They said life, life, life
It is to pay the debts that the rich do
And wait for the rest, too, the rest kicked in the ass
And they told you that they are called profits
 
They said a young man is like Christmas:
Either it is every day or it never is
Choose to grow old, lose yourself with style
Or steal from whom you sell
And if you have all this desire to run away
And not even a place like you want
Give me a kiss that out there is the revolution that will not go on TV
 
And she looks for the vein that grows the fair after work
A shot at the seed bank and one at the blow and away
Shrewd girls look for gasoline for self-irony
While businessmen burn the office of revenue
And where they came to enjoy, now children come out
All with the same shoes and a petulant voice
All to say the prayers like those who do not believe in anything
Hell is heaven before people come
And one day a month all ready to clap
On shields for shields with disfigured faces
Load, load until we are alone
As long as you are alone to the point that you kill yourself
An electoral promise to give you back the time
A love beaten by the intoxication of the moment
Three minutes to sing, a life to die
A room in three to fuck in a world to change
 
They said a young man is like Christmas:
Either it is every day or it never is
Choose to grow old, lose yourself with style
Or steal from whom you sell
And if you have all this desire to run away
And not even a place like you say
Give me a kiss that out is the revolution that will not go on TV
 

Pop

Counting sheep to fall asleep
It would be nice to have a flock all to myself
So that I wouldn't have to drink
The sloppy cocktails made by you,
You who are the most beautiful, but also the worst
In serving occasional costumers
Kind of like the one who was looking for you before,
The one with a mustache, a fake nose and the glasses.
 
Maybe you didn't recognize him, he changed hairstyle
Maybe you don't know it, he was here for you, big mistake
Maybe he wouldn't have taken his eye off the ball like that,
I don't know what it is, but they put the rennet in the cheese.
 
I'm pop, I'm cool
I'm like you want me
I'm a bit tired of
Waiting for you and so
I go away for awhile
But I leave you here
The automatic pilot
Romantic
Aromatic, coffee flavored.
 
And let's see how we can do to go back to complain
About another shitty day spent with you
These are stories for another time
Habits and rotten places
Wonders of the market
Sociological arts.
 
Let's define our roles
We lacked this step
I wear pants
You love animals
I'm patient
You're the one who washes
Our contacts can be defined normal.
 
And so go with the story of the idiot madly in love
So trivial that it touches the obscene
It's better to be the prey than the predator
It's better not to say anything
and let the love talk
 
I'm pop, I'm cool
I'm like you want me
I'm a bit tired of
Waiting for you and so
I go away for awhile
But I leave you here
The automatic pilot
Romantic
Aromatic, coffee flavored.
 
I'm pop, I'm cool
I'm like you want me
I'm a bit tired of
Waiting for you and so
I go away for awhile
But I leave you here
The automatic pilot
Romantic
Aromatic, coffee flavored.
 

in two it is love in three is a party

it has been four years that i love you
And I have never told you about Zeman
So you forgot that we play
With the ball and not with the chain
 
it has been ten seasons that i love you
And one more that I have remained without you
you said 'do not act like a real man'
if we are together there must be a cliche
 
Pereperepere pe pe
Pereperepere pe pe
And there are those who leave, there are those who remain
Pe pereperepere pe pe
Pereperepere pe pe
In two it is love, in three it is a party
 
i have dreamed about you for 13 days
if i was american you would bring bad luck
But too many weapons at the supermarket,
Too many customs checks
For someone who blows his mind on the moon
 
but you don't know how beautiful was that dream
Of a world with a clean mess
Without sellers and priests, debt collectors and exegetes
or idiots convinced that they have understood
the formula of intercourse
the monster behind the success
the 7 small differences between bad and good
but all those who really do things
nobody who explains them
more songs, less pain in the ass
 
Pereperepere pe pe
Pereperepere pe pe
And there are those who are crazy, there are those who are healthy
Pereperepere pe pe
Pereperepere pe pe
i love you but you are vegan*
 
Pe pereperepere pe pe
Pereperepere pere pe pe
and there are those who are red ,there are those who are green
Pe pereperepere pe pe
Pereperepere pere pe pe
In life I have always rooted for those who lose
 

Nothing special

How can I tell you that I don't like your sister's name
Your motor brake and you keeping me hidden from the eyes of the world
When is the world you cannot see?
And all your advice is of little use
I'm very good at making mistakes on my own
How can I keep this song away from those who shouldn't listen to it?
 
If you knew what I wrote about you, my publisher would make a contract
You would take me to Sarajevo in the autumn of thirty years and you should not work anymore
And I walk to the phone on a tour of God even now that I've learned to play a bit
Because you're like me
The lighter you are, the less you are superficial
 
I dreamed of you in a FS office, sang in French at the complaints desk
They made fun of all my friends disguised as dancers and dwarfs
What are you really afraid of?
Maybe the cat escapes down the stairs?
You do not know how much I envy the animals
They always know whom to return to
I would like a Sunday afternoon for every Monday that I could not start
But we are a story that can not be told
We have nothing special
It was not that I'm afraid of growing up and you of swimming
And you can tell me that you love me but only until you leave the elevator
Yet you also feel that we made the same mistake
 
Do you know that those who sleep in the beds have their mouths open to bite?
Do you know it's easy to hate the earthquake?
The difficult is to build up
Do you know that I felt sorry for you?
Do not choose is like choose to undergo
It is not dreaming that helps to live
It is living that must help you to dream
 
So keep the blanket
I'm very good at being cold alone
Keep your discrete selfishness
If you are not able to have it in the light of the sun
Keep my words
That you have thirty-five square meters to furnish
In fact, keep my hair still
Without you I can not breathe anymore
 
I dreamed of you in a FS office, sang in French at the complaints desk
They made fun of all my friends disguised as dancers and dwarfs
What are you really afraid of?
Maybe the cat escapes down the stairs?
You do not know how much I envy the animals
They always understand who to return to
I would like a Sunday afternoon for every Monday that I could not start
But we are a story that can not be said
We have nothing special
It was not that I'm afraid of growing up and you of swimming
And you can tell me that you love me but only until you leave the elevator
Yet you also feel that we made the same mistake
 
Hold my hands, you will not drown
Hold my hands, you will not drown (ai, ai)
Hold my hands, you will not drown (ai, ai)
Hold my hands, you will not drown (ai, ai)
Hold my hands, you will not drown (ai, ai)
You may be able to drink, but you will not drown (ai)
Whenever you choose, choose the type of slave you will not be (ai, ai)
 

Love each other badly

Would you like if we make love after the match?
Or when you have some time, would you like if we cook a cake and eat it
- naked?
But only if you like it
Would you like to buy me a dress? Nothing flashy,
just a bit 'elegant
For special occasions
Weddings and funerals
Would you like to watch that program with the chefs singing on TV?
Or we may read a guide
About a distant place where we will never go
Ever and never
 
There will never be time to do what we want
Between a few shelves of high-heeled shoes
And a jungle of tofu and seitan
And there will never be time to do what we want
We screw up all our poetry
 
And you love me, as you would love if you were me and vice versa
So bad, without understanding anything
But with the sky in its place, in a busy city
A life on the contrary and dreams halfway, ah
We have finished happiness
 
Would you like take me to see that movie?
That film which everyone talks about
With that famous actor who just came out
But only if you like it
Would you like if I take you there
In that farm with organic boar?
Or if we are in a hurry, would you like if we eat a gourmet pizza standing at the tram stop?
Even if it is raining, it is cold and we are naked, what do I know?
And what do we care? So much is gourmet
It never ever passes
 
There will never be time to do what we want
Between a few shelves of high-heeled shoes
And a jungle of tofu and seitan
And there will never be time to do what we want
We screw up all our poetry
 
And you love me, as you would love if you were me and vice versa
So bad, without understanding anything
But with the sky in its place, in a busy city
A life on the contrary and dreams halfway, ah
We have finished happiness
 
Do you take me to look at the sky always stay where it is?
Do you take me to look at the sky always stay where it is?
Do you take me to look at the sky always stay where it is?
Anywhere but that is close, that now I have a certain age, ah
And you love me, as you would love if you were me and vice versa
So bad, without understanding anything
But with the sky in its place, in a busy city
A life on the contrary and dreams halfway, ah
We have finished happiness
 
Thanks a lot for your attention!

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Good (Bad) Luck

I hope that you can
Get cut with a sheet
While signing for the new house.
 
And that the pen breaks,
And you get blood on your dress that you take out with you every evening.
I hope that he's the perfect man,
But does not notice if you cut your hair
And confuses your birthday with his mom's.
 
Aaaah
 
I would like for at least one day a week
For the bus to arrive late.
I would like it if in the rain a black car
Splashes your short skirt.
I would like it if I spend more time with my hands 'down there'
Rather than being attached to the wheel of a black car
My black car.
 
Good
Good (bad) luck
Good
Good (bad) luck
There's nobody like you
And fortunately
Have a good love and a safe journey home
Good (bad) luck
 
I hope that things don't get well.
That there is fog on the day of your party.
And that your neighbour's dog barks every evening,
But only when you're watching a film.
And that all your friends make love
On the nights in which you can't sleep.
And that the remains of the expenditure are all copper.
 
Aaah
 
I would like it if you never hurt your legs
When you return from work,
But you have a twinge in your knee while
You suck d*ck.
I would like it if you couldn't get the new hair colour.
It pisses you off, he doesn't let you go out
Of the house for two days.
 
Good
Good (bad) luck
Good
Good (bad) luck
There's nobody like you
And fortunately
Have a good love and a safe journey home
Good (bad) luck
 
Good
Good (bad) luck
Good
Good (bad) luck
There's nobody like you
And fortunately
Have a safe journey home
That I'll then join you on
But maybe I'll get lost
And good (bad) luck
 

I'm So Indie 2018

What's it called? Yoga?
Parinama
Parinama
You there, bravo
Oh guys, I've got our breakthrough, fitness music
So, in all the gyms they'll manufacture our songs (whoo)
Yoga parinama, water aerobics (beautiful), zumba, spinning (go), step
 
I'm going for a little jog and then I'll send it, eh, bye
Corsettina di Mastrota, dance, dance
With this music, work out, work out
Tell him
I'm so indie to use the word indie for 10 years and nobody has still understood what thing they want to say (eh)
 
But we go to Sanremo but that's not a very indie thing to do
We make a Best Of but that's not a very indie thing to do
We don't swear and that's not a very indie attitude (but go fuck yourself)
But you say that now indie is in style so fuck all we do, fuck what we want (yes)
I'm so indie to come last at the festival of Italian songs
To come second and to complain about the fraud
To come third and they ask me the reason I go to the bathroom
To arrive late for the grand gala
To arrive late and they've closed the free bar (but how?)
 
I'm so indie that I'm a go-getter, but I'm delayed
I'm fucking sick of punctuality because it's a product of capitalism
I'm so indie to pay taxes
Nothing is darker than losing weight and doing well with everything
And now that I am an Italian citizen I also complain about how much shit I want
And those guys make 35 euros a day and those other guys have salaries of gold
And Mentana from Casapound because we are all equal if we are a legitimate democracy (but 'vai in mona!')*
And then the offense of torture in Italy and the controversial topic in the new single (commercialized)
Jobs act and the controversial topic in the new single (sold)
Civil freedoms and the controversial topic in the new single
Losers, if you were even interested in what happens around us, the music would seem more beautiful
 
I'm so indie that I like to go to dance
I'm so indie to always be on the list of who's playing
I'm so indie that I've started to DJ
I'm like this and soon an EP will come out
I'm so indie, whoa
I'm so indie, whoa
I'm so indie that I've started to scratch
And in the end I've broken all my dad's vinyls
Oh, finally
 
What?
I've grown up
No
Bye mom, I'm going out
Where are you going?
I'm going to perform a sold out
No
Bye
Come back
Bye
Eh, he's gone
 
I'm so indie that I wear red shoes of a famous vlogger
I take off the red shoes of the famous vlogger and I wear the fluorescent ones of a famous footballer
I take off the fluorescent shoes of the famous footballer and I ride barefoot
I've told Jovanotti (hey guys) that it's a green eco-friendly thing and they do not stink up your feet
You guys are so indie that you believe all the shit you read on social media
I'm so indie that I take the photo in the charts above Tiziano Ferro
My aunt thinks that I'm famous and the landlord thinks that I'm fucking up the rent
The truth is that I go out every evening to drink beers and then in two months I've run out of money
I'll wait for you all at the gate, ugly social fuckheads
Mara, it's always a pleasure
Wah...
 
I'm so indie that I build a career out of lists of songs
I'm so indie, I'm fucking sick of it, We were so wrong, This is a great country, A life on vacation
I'm so indie that I would mention my band
Because we're here from so little and hell, it's all our fault
Finally some credit that's not of Manuel Agnelli
I'm so indie that I go on a TV program from Fazio (wow)
On a radio program from the funny one (what was his name?)
On Spotify on your phone
And by now I don't know anymore if I make music for people (what a crazy offer)
Or for appliances (only for today, the last opportunity)
Someone turn off Mastrota
 
I'm so indie that I like to go to dance
I'm so indie to always be on the list of who's playing
I'm so indie that I've started to DJ
I'm like this and soon an EP will come out
I'm so indie, whoa
I'm so indie, whoa
I'm so indie that I've started to scratch and in the end I've broken all my dad's vinyls
And then the beard, only the beard, once upon a time in the club the ones with the beards were the weirdest
Now those with the table are left with only the metal T-shirts and some acetate suits
Like Fidel in Cuba, with the Pope or with Gianni Minà (Gianni Minà)
I'm so indie that Avicii produces it, but then he steals the bike
J-Ax sings the refrain if the Rolex are enough
Stato Sociale, I'm not in it
Levante is invited to the concert, Nina Zilli or another that hates calling herself Claudia
But my name is Chiara (yes Claudia)
I'm so indie that I write lyrics that rock (ahia)
Music that rocks (ahia)
Production that rocks (it ends badly)
I put myself out there, that's my face (eh)
But that inevitably breaks
 

Fever

To gut the clouds
To slap the moon
You are beautiful to bite the threads of the
High voltage wires
To be drunk a cistern of ashes
to the drop
To cut off your hair
Starting from the throat
 
You're beautiful to close in the elevator
With a Jehovah witness and then
To be dropped
You're beautiful to count with tongue
The teeth of your guillotine
And playing that number
Losing everything except a bill
 
Beautiful that compared
Hell is a half-board
Beautiful that no apple
will prevent me from calling the doctor
( Beautiful ) That my blood becomes petrol
But I do not stop licking my wounds
And even before to fade
Like soap flakes
My fingers clinging to a cornice
Please come back here, please come back here
Please come back
To crush them as only you know
 
Let me sweat out my fever!
Let me sweat out my fever!
Let me sweat out my fever!
 
To crush them as only you know. (2 times)
 
38 and one. 38 and two
( you are beautiful to gut the clouds, to slap the moon)
38 and three. 38 and four
(you are beautiful to bite the high voltage wires)
38 and five. 38 and six
(to drink a cistern of ash to the drop )
38 and seven. 38 and eight
(to cut the hair, starting from the throat)
38 and nine. 39 and one
(you are beautiful to be closed in the elevator with a Jehovah witness )
39 and two. 39 and three
(and then, to be dropped)
39 and four. 39 and five
(You are beautiful to count the teeth of your guillotine, with tongue)
39 and six. 39 and seven
(and playing that number, losing everything except a bill)
39 and eight. 39 and nine
(Beautiful, who compared the hell is a half board)
Beautiful, that no apple will save me the doctor
 
Let me sweat out my fever! (Forty!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Forty one!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Fortythree!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Forty four!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Forty five!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Fourty six!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Forty seven!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Fourty eight!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Fourty nine!)
Let me sweat out my fever! (Fifty!)
One hundred!
 
Thanks a lot for your attention!

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