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Wednesday, August 08, 2007 - ore 18:00
A chi non ha mi capito una mazza del mio fiume di parole
(categoria: " Riflessioni ")
Onward! And Onward! And Onward I go Where no man before could be bothered to go Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes And it’s all downhill with a bullet This ramblin’ and rovin’ has taken it’s course I’m grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses And the city streets crack and a great hole forces Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? There’s a man in the theatre with girlish eyes Who’s holding my childhood to ransom On the screen there’s a death, there’s a rustle of cloth And a sickly voice calling me handsome There’s a man in the theatre with sly girlish eyes On the screen there’s an ape, a gorilla There’s a groan, there’s a cough, there’s a rustle of cloth And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla This is a secret, mauled and mangled And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? The walls in the ceiling are painted in blood The lights go down, the red curtains come apart The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart And the coins in my pocket jingle-jangle As the great screen crackled and popped And the clock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped And my handsome little body oddly propped And my trousers right down to my ankles Yes, onward! And upward! And I’m off to find love Do you love me? If you do, I’m thankful Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? This city is an ogre squatting by the river It gives life but it takes it away, my youth There comes a time when you just cannot deliver This is a fact. This is a stone cold truth. Do you love me? I love you, handsome. But do you love me? Yes, I love you, you are handsome Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes Dreams that roam between truth and untruth Memories that become monstrous lies So onward! And Onward! And Onward I go! Onward! And Upward! And I’m off to find love With blue-black bracelets on my wrists and my ankles And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
e un massaggio 