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"Tutto ciò da cui stavi fuggendo
torna come valanga più grande che
ti trascina al punto di partenza se vestirai
vecchi difetti"

English translation:
Everything from which you were running away
Comes back as a bigger avalanche that
drags you to the starting point if you're going to dress
old bad habits (defects)


Vecchi difetti (old bad habits), Marta sui Tubi (Marta on the pipes)
 
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"Memorabilia"

Have you seen the memorabilia
The rusty old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom

Have you seen the memorabilia
The dusty old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom

Have you met that lovely creature
The exceptional Ivy King
She knows just what she's after
She's got a jones for the real thing

For that vintage atomic trash
For the alien breeze
The bright white flash
From the island East of the Carolines
Lovely island

Have you seen the memorabilia
The rusty old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom

Have you seen the memorabilia
The dusty old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom

In a room right off the kitchen
There's an old gas centrifuge
Color film of Castle Bravo
Girl, you know that shot was huge

There's a crateful of lead-lined pipes
A photo of laughing Navy types
On the island East of the Carolines
Lovely island

Have you seen the memorabilia
The rusty old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom

Have you seen the memorabilia
The funky old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom

There was an island
East of the Carolines
Lovely island

Have you seen the memorabilia
The rusty old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom

Have you seen the memorabilia
The dusty old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom

Have you seen the memorabilia
The junky old memorabilia
The souvenirs of perfect doom
In the back of Louis Dakine's backroom
 
Kirsty MacColl
There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
Just like you swore to me that you'd be true
There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you.

The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band
'Cause I'm going to Rhino over your lino,
(I'm going to Rhino with you).
In all kinds of leather, we Rhino together.
We'll keep Rhinoing thru'.
 
“Nothing is planned by the sea and the sand” Sea And Sand The Who, Quadrophenia


“Sound like a priest and then I'm shooting dice
I'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
I know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressed
I'm too old to give up, but too young to rest”. Dreaming From the Waist. The Who, By Numbers.
 
I feel the blood of a reptile run
Through the veins of a child
And should my eyes trick my memory
Will the beast she'd his skin in the wild
The screen is lit
And there they stand
In single line
A column of figures
That totals something different - everytime
Perhaps his face was wiped away that night
To leave some other that I'll never recognise;
Do I remember how he held the woman down
His shadow made a pool so deep she had to drown
Eleven faces
Blank and taunting
Through the glass
A swarm of eyes
I didn't see before - now wait for me to pass
Perhaps his face was wiped away that night
To leave some other that I'll never recognise;
Do I remember how he held the woman down
His shadow made a pool so deep she had to drown
Ten faces melt away until there's only one
And someone murmurs now, you must decide
I feel the blood of a reptile run
Through the veins of a child
And should my eyes trick my memory
Will the beast she'd his skin in the wild

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Rupert Neville Hine / Jeannette-Therese Obstoj
 
You Call It Jogging by Mose Allison

You call it jogging I call it running around
You say you're losing weight but you ain't lost a pound
While you're out jogging with your other friends
I'm home feeding the kids again
You call it joggin' I call it running around
You call it joggin' I call it running around
It's the best release you say you've ever found
Your friends all smile and agree yeah you were running around on me
You call it joggin' I call it running around
Somebody said they saw you down at the corner getting out of some stranger's car
You come home after running for hours ain't even breathing hard
Hm
You call it joggin' I call it running around
The soles of your running shoes they ain't wearing down
While you're out running up and down the streets
I'm at home trying to get the kids to sleep
Sh
You call it joggin' I call it running around
You been out since 5pm
It's now 30 minutes past 10
You blow in all out of breath
Honey you been drinking gin again?
You call it joggin' I call it running around
Draggin' that silly old towel all over town
You come home grinning with your hair all wet
Smelling like shampoo instead of sweat
Mm mm mm
You call it joggin' I call it running around
Oh yeah
You all it joggin' I call it running around
Yeah
 
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"And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years" (The Beatles)

"My only hope is one day I'll forget
The pain of knowing what can never be" (Queensryche)

"Love letters you wrote
Are pushed back down you throat
And leave you choking, when the spell is broken" (Richard Thompson)
 
"I saw a girl in the crowd I went over, I shouted out I asked if I could take her out But she said that she didn't want to
I changed the sheets on my bed I combed the hairs across my head I sucked in my gut and still she said That she just didn't want to
I read her Eliot, I read her Yeats I tried my best to stay up late I fixed the hinges on her gate But still she just never wanted to
I bought her a dozen snow white doves I did her dishes in rubber gloves I called her Honeybee, I called her love But she just still didn't want to She just never wants to DAMN!
I sent her every type of flower I played her a guitar by the hour I petted her revolting little Chihuahua But still she just didn't want to
I wrote a song with a hundred lines I picked a bunch of dandelions I walked her through the trembling pines But she just even then didn't want to She just never wants to
I thought I'd try another tact I drank a litre of Cognac I threw her down upon her back But she just laughed and said she just didn't want to
I thought I'd have another go I called her my little ho I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel But she said she just never wanted to She just didn't want to
I've got the No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues! DAMN! No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues"

Grinderman - No pussy blues.
 
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"Lets get Stupid!"- Digital Underground.
" A dead body. Well he aint dead but he aint like anybody you've ever seen before. He'll eat Monopoly and sh*t out Connect four."- ICP
" I saw my penis lying there on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen." - King Missile

And, on a more serious note...
"Oh yeah, life goes on. Long after the thrill of livin is gone." -John Cougar Mellencamp
 
The obvious:

No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government



The timely:

The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn’t evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride

They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the colour of your shirt
Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides
When a colourful rag is unfurled



The profound:

Time spent lying in the sunshine
staying home to watch the rain
you are young and life is long
and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find
ten years have got behind you
no one told you when to run
you missed the starting gun
 
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