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[SkunkWorks 68]

Billy Joel - The Downeaster "Alexa"

...Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa
And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound
I have charted a course to the Vineyard
But tonight I am Nantucket bound

We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday
And left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's Bay
Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home
Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone

So I could own my Downeaster Alexa
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can't fall asleep

I've got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there's fish out there but where God only knows
They say these waters aren't what they used to be
But I've got people back on land who count on me

So if you see my Downeaster Alexa
And if you work with the rod and the reel
Tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis
And I still have my hands on the wheel

Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa
More and more miles from shore every year
Since they tell me I can't sell no stripers
And there's no luck in swordfishing here

I was a bayman like my father was before
Can't make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain't much future for a man who works the sea
But there ain't no island left for islanders like me....

[SkunkWorks 68]

Neil Young - Cortez the killer

...He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
In that palace in the sun.

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
With the secrets of the worlds.

And his subjects
gathered 'round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see.

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood
straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on.

Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones.

They carried them
to the flatlands
And they died along the way
But they built up
with their bare hands
What we still can't do today.

And I know she's living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can't remember when
Or how I lost my way

He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer...

[SkunkWorks 68]

..Jimi Hendrix - Burning Of The Midnight Lamp

...The morning is dead
And the day is, too
There's nothing left here to meet me
But the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's like a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away

And I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Alone

Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still hangin' on my frowning wall
It really doesn't, really doesn't bother me too much at all
It's just the ever falling dust
That makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring layin' on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door

I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Lord, alone

Loneliness is such a drag

So here I sit to face
That same old fire place
Gettin' ready for the same old explosion
Goin' through my mind
And soon enough time will tell,
About the circus in the wishing well
And someone who will buy and sell for me
Someone to toll my bell

But I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Lord, alone
Darlin' can't ya hear me callin' you?
So lonely
Gonna have to blow my mind
Lonely...

[SkunkWorks 68]

Elton John - Blue Eyes (..Dirò la mia,ma è una delle canzoni più romantiche che io abbia mai sentito...).

...Blue eyes baby's got blue eyes
Like a deep blue sea
On a blue blue day
Blue eyes baby's got blue eyes
When the morning comes
I'll be far away
And I say

Blue eyes holding back the tears
Holding back the pain
Baby's got blue eyes
And she's alone again

Blue eyes baby's got blue eyes
Like a clear blue sky
Watching over me
Blue eyes I love blue eyes
When I'm by her side
Where I long to be
I will see

Blue eyes laughing in the sun
Laughing in the rain
Baby's got blue eyes
And I am Home, and I am home again...

[edivad82]

Kai Tracid - Life Is Too Short

Life is too short, don't stress every day
leave your worries behind, go out and play

life is too short, grasp it in your hand
a natural miracle, have fun while you can

life is too short, as precious as gold
its full of surprises, so i am told

life is too short, take it from me
have as much fun as you wish, just wait and see

life is too short, people seem to forget
that life is a gift and its free, yes thats it

life is too, you are your own eyes
open yourself, and enjoy your own life

[SkunkWorks 68]

...The Who - "We're Not gonna take it"(from "Tommy")

...Tommy: welcome to the camp,
Tommy: welcome to the camp,
I guess you all know why we’re here.
I guess you all know why we’re here.
My name is tommy
My name is tommy
And I became aware this year
And I became aware this year

If you want to follow me,
If you want to follow me,
You’ve got to play pinball.
You’ve got to play pinball.
And put in your earplugs
And put in your earplugs
Put on your eyeshades
Put on your eyeshades
You know where to put the caulk
You know where to put the caulk

Hey you getting drunk, so sorry!
Hey you getting drunk, so sorry!
I’ve got you sussed.
I’ve got you sussed.
Hey you smoking mother nature!
Hey you smoking mother nature!
This is a bust!
This is a bust!
Hey hung up old mr. normal,
Hey hung up old mr. normal,
Don’t try to gain my trust!
Don’t try to gain my trust!
’cause you ain’t gonna follow me any of those ways
’cause you ain’t gonna follow me any of those ways
Although you think you must
Although you think you must

Guests:
Guests:
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it

We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
Never did and never will
Never did and never will
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
Gonna break it, gonna shake it,
Gonna break it, gonna shake it,
Let’s forget it better still
Let’s forget it better still

Tommy: now you can’t hear me,
Tommy: now you can’t hear me,
Your ears are truly sealed.
Your ears are truly sealed.
You can’t speak either,
You can’t speak either,
Your mouth is filled.
Your mouth is filled.
You can’t see nothing,
You can’t see nothing,
And pinball completes the scene.
And pinball completes the scene.
Here comes uncle ernie to guide you to
Here comes uncle ernie to guide you to
Your very own machine.
Your very own machine.

Guests:
Guests:
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it

We’re not gonna take it
We’re not gonna take it
Never did and never will
Never did and never will
Don’t want no religion
Don’t want no religion
And as far as we can tell
And as far as we can tell
We ain’t gonna take you
We ain’t gonna take you
Never did and never will
Never did and never will
We’re not gonna take you
We’re not gonna take you
We forsake you
We forsake you
Gonna rape you
Gonna rape you
Let’s forget you better still.
Let’s forget you better still.

Tommy:
Tommy:
See me.
See me.
Feel me.
Feel me.
Touch me.
Touch me.
Heal me.
Heal me.

Listening to you,
Listening to you,
I get the music.
I get the music.
Gazing at you,
Gazing at you,
I get the heat.
I get the heat.
Following you,
Following you,
I climb the mountains.
I climb the mountains.
I get excitement at your feet.
I get excitement at your feet.

Right behind you,
Right behind you,
I see the millions.
I see the millions.
On you,
On you,
I see the glory.
I see the glory.
From you,
From you,
I get opinions.
I get opinions.
From you,
From you,
I get the story.
I get the story.....

[SkunkWorks 68]

..The Lovin' Spoonful - Summer In The City

...Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

Cool town, evening in the city
Dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty
Gonna look in every corner of the city
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city....

[Pugaciov]

Originariamente inviato da SkunkWorks 68
..The Lovin' Spoonful - Summer In The City

Stupenda Summer In The City

You're working in bars
Riding in cars
Never gonna give it for free
Your apartment with a view
On the finest avenue
Looking at your beat on the street
You're always pushing, shoving
Satisfied with nothing
You bitch, you must be getting old

So stop your love on the road
All your digging for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, I wonder

Honey, whaddya do for money?
Honey, whaddya do for money?
Where you get your kicks?

You're loving on the take
And you're always on the make
Squeezing all the blood out of men
They're all standing in a queue
Just to spend the night with you
It's business as usual again
You're always grabbin', stabbin'
Trying to get it back in
But girl you must be getting slow

So stop your love on the road
All your digging for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, yes I wonder

Honey, whaddya do for money?
Honey, whaddya do for money?
Yeah, whaddya do for money honey, how you get your kicks?
Whaddya do for money honey, how you get your licks?

Go
Yeow
Honey, whaddya do for money?
I said, Honey, whaddya do for money?
oh ho honey
Oh honey
Whaddya do for money?
What you gonna do
Honey
Oh yeah honey
Whaddya do for money?

What you gonna do?

Awww, what you gonna do


AC/DC, What Do You Do For Money Honey, # 3 Back In Black, 1980.

[SkunkWorks 68]

The Police - When The World Is Running Down,You Make The Best Of What's Still Around

..Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've had for years
James Brown on the Tammy show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
Same one I've had for years
Old battery's running down
It ran for years and years

Turn on the radio
The static hurts my ears
Tell me where would I go
I ain't been out in years
Turn on the stereo
It's played for years and years
An Otis Redding song
It's all I own

When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around
When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around

Plug in my M.C.I
To excercise my brain
Make records on my own
Can't go out in the rain
Pick up the telephone
I've listened here for years
No one to talk to me
I've listened here for years

When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around
When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around

When I feel lonely here
Don't waste my time with tears
I run 'Deep Throat' again
It ran for years and years
Don't like the food I eat
The cans are running out
Same food for years and years
I hate the food I eat

When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around
When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around

When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around
When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around...

[SkunkWorks 68]

Procol Harum - Pilgrim's Progress

...I sat me down to write a simple story
which maybe in the end became a song
In trying to find the words which might begin it
I found these were the thoughts I brought along

At first I took my weight to be an anchor
and gathered up my fears to guide me round
but then I clearly saw my own delusion
and found my struggles further bogged me down

In starting out I thought to go exploring
and set my foot upon the nearest road
In vain I looked to find the promised turning
but only saw how far I was from home

In searching I forsook the paths of learning
and sought instead to find some pirate's gold
In fighting I did hurt those dearest to me
and still no hidden truths could I unfold

I sat me down to write a simple story
which maybe in the end became a song
The words have all been writ by one before me
We're taking turns in trying to pass them on
Oh, we're taking turns in trying to pass them on..

[SkunkWorks 68]

David Bowie - Space Oddity

...Ground control to major Tom
Ground control to major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God’s love be with you

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff

This is ground control to major Tom
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is major Tom to ground control
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do

Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles
I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much she knows

Ground control to major Tom
Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you....

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do...

[STICK]

Luciano Ligabue

Chissà Se In Cielo Passagno Gli Who

E buonanotte a tutti i sognatori
a quelli che la devono far fuori
a chi c'ha il mondo sempre più lontano
perché ha vissuto sempre contromano
a chi non butta via la notte coi pensieri
a quelli che una coppia è gia una folla
e dicono che il cielo sia una balla
a quelli che da soli ci stan stretti
e pensano che il cielo sia di tutti
a lui e lei che stanno insieme solo con la colla

e poi a quelli che non ritornano
certo lassù forse lassù
sono capaci di non dormire mai più

chissà se in cielo passano gli who
chissà se in cielo passano gli who
chissà che nome d'arte avrà il dj
se sceglie sempre e solo tutto lui
se prende le richieste che gli fai

a chi decide di ammazzare il tempo
e il tempo invece servirebbe vivo
a chi sta in giro perché non ha scelta
perché comunque il sonno non arriva
a quelli che ogni notte puoi giurarci son presenti
e buonanotte a chi la sa godere
a quelli che han bisogno di star male
a chi ha paura di restare fermo
e sogna un po' più forte quando è sveglio
a quelli che non hanno mai saputo dove andare

poi a quelli che non salutano
certo lassù forse lassù
sono capaci di non dormire mai più

chissà se in cielo passano gli who
chissà se in cielo passano gli who
chissà che nome d'arte avrà il dj
se sceglie sempre e solo tutto lui
se prende le richieste che gli fai

[SkunkWorks 68]

Pink Floyd - Cymbaline

...The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping like (...) train
Up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final cup be dry
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
There's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy round your feet
You hear the thunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
And Dr. Strange is always changing size
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline
And it's high time
Cymbaline...

[SkunkWorks 68]

The Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
’cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What’s me name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

[SkunkWorks 68]

The Velvet Underground - Femme Fatale

...Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

You're written in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true

'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks...

[skywalker77]

Pearl Jam "Do the evolution"


Woo..
I'm ahead, I'm a man
I'm the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
I'm at peace with my lust
I can kill 'cause in God I trust, yeah
It's evolution, baby

I'm at piece, I’m the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, I'm a truck
All the rolling hills, I’ll flatten’ em out, yeah
It's herd behavior, uh huh
It's evolution, baby

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want but irresponsibly
It's evolution, baby

I'm a thief, I'm a liar
There's my church, I sing in the choir:
{hallelujah…hallelujah…}

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, admire my clothes
'Cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast
Those ignorant Indians got nothin' on me
Nothin', why?
Because, it's evolution, baby!

I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher
Twenty-ten, watch it go to fire
It's evolution, baby [2 volte]
Do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on

[lognomo33]

Jungleland-Bruce Sprigsteen

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand down in Jungleland
The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone

Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

[SkunkWorks 68]

Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Fire

..When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore,
And your eyes are tired and there's
someone at your door
And you realize you wanna let go
And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace
Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with
Streets of fire

I'm wandering, a loser down these tracks
I'm dying, but girl I can't go back
'Cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name
And when you realize how they tricked you this time
And it's all lies but I'm strung out on the wire
In these streets of fire

I live now, only with strangers
I talk to only strangers
I walk with angels that have no place
Streets of fire...

[lognomo33]

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone

Maybe I will never be
All the things that I want to be
But now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
We're gonna live forever
Gonna live forever
Live forever
Forever

[lognomo33]

Cirano-Francesco Guccini

Venite pure avanti, voi con il naso corto, signori imbellettati, io più non vi sopporto,
infilerò la penna ben dentro al vostro orgoglio perchè con questa spada vi uccido quando voglio.

Venite pure avanti poeti sgangherati, inutili cantanti di giorni sciagurati,
buffoni che campate di versi senza forza avrete soldi e gloria, ma non avete scorza;
godetevi il successo, godete finchè dura, che il pubblico è ammaestrato e non vi fa paura
e andate chissà dove per non pagar le tasse col ghigno e l' ignoranza dei primi della classe.
Io sono solo un povero cadetto di Guascogna, però non la sopporto la gente che non sogna.
Gli orpelli? L'arrivismo? All' amo non abbocco e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco,
io non perdono, non perdono e tocco!

Facciamola finita, venite tutti avanti nuovi protagonisti, politici rampanti,
venite portaborse, ruffiani e mezze calze, feroci conduttori di trasmissioni false
che avete spesso fatto del qualunquismo un arte, coraggio liberisti, buttate giù le carte
tanto ci sarà sempre chi pagherà le spese in questo benedetto, assurdo bel paese.
Non me ne frega niente se anch' io sono sbagliato, spiacere è il mio piacere, io amo essere odiato;
coi furbi e i prepotenti da sempre mi balocco e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco,
io non perdono, non perdono e tocco!

Ma quando sono solo con questo naso al piede
che almeno di mezz' ora da sempre mi precede
si spegne la mia rabbia e ricordo con dolore
che a me è quasi proibito il sogno di un amore;
non so quante ne ho amate, non so quante ne ho avute,
per colpa o per destino le donne le ho perdute
e quando sento il peso d' essere sempre solo
mi chiudo in casa e scrivo e scrivendo mi consolo,
ma dentro di me sento che il grande amore esiste,
amo senza peccato, amo, ma sono triste
perchè Rossana è bella, siamo così diversi,
a parlarle non riesco: le parlerò coi versi, le parlerò coi versi...

Venite gente vuota, facciamola finita, voi preti che vendete a tutti un' altra vita;
se c'è, come voi dite, un Dio nell' infinito, guardatevi nel cuore, l' avete già tradito
e voi materialisti, col vostro chiodo fisso, che Dio è morto e l' uomo è solo in questo abisso,
le verità cercate per terra, da maiali, tenetevi le ghiande, lasciatemi le ali;
tornate a casa nani, levatevi davanti, per la mia rabbia enorme mi servono giganti.
Ai dogmi e ai pregiudizi da sempre non abbocco e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco,
io non perdono, non perdono e tocco!

Io tocco i miei nemici col naso e con la spada,
ma in questa vita oggi non trovo più la strada.
Non voglio rassegnarmi ad essere cattivo,
tu sola puoi salvarmi, tu sola e te lo scrivo:
dev' esserci, lo sento, in terra o in cielo un posto
dove non soffriremo e tutto sarà giusto.
Non ridere, ti prego, di queste mie parole,
io sono solo un' ombra e tu, Rossana, il sole,
ma tu, lo so, non ridi, dolcissima signora
ed io non mi nascondo sotto la tua dimora
perchè oramai lo sento, non ho sofferto invano,
se mi ami come sono, per sempre tuo, per sempre tuo, per sempre tuo...Cirano