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Sometimes
We met, at the center of the room
what a boom
went through my head
but instead of fainting there
I was looking at your pants
we talked, in a sort of warming light
way too soon to decide,
how many ways I could find to separate your body
from your mind
Sometimes, sometimes it’s hard
Sometimes, sometimes it’s just you
We looked, at each other in a way
I could say I’ve never felt
uncomfortable with that
we got nothing to regret
We smiled, and we set to weaving hands
and pretended to forget
time is not our friend
all is coming to an end
Sometimes, sometimes it’s hard
Sometimes, sometimes it’s just you
Ask the dust (feat. Joachim Cooder)
As I lay, my darling
I’m talking with my friends and counting
every single day, and learning
how hard it is to dream
As I stay, in my room
looking at the palms
that swing through
the sunset on the hill
then I’m sure
it’s hard to be myself
But I hold on, for my Mexican girl
and I hold on, just for my Mexican girl
As I try, my darling
writing a few lines, to mommy
asking if I can have money
as I wait for my big deal
So I walked, my darling
drowning in the sun
and thinking
at the smiling of a dog
that never comes together
But I hold on, for my Mexican girl
and I hold on, just for my Mexican girl
Flying ants (feat. Francesco Bigoni)
Waiting as the sun goes down
lock myself into the ground
flying ants make love on me,
can’t you see?
Green grass caressing me
falling blossoms on a scene
making pictures of a tree
can you see?
Someone live their life just like a tree
staring day and night with no fears
I can’t simply be someone like that
but I would, oh I would
Search my pants and find the keys
maybe there’s no time to live
here the world is all I need
is it free?
Castles here are made of clouds
Dreams are whistles in a glow
sun is soaking things in light
can you feel it?
Someone live their life just like a tree
staring day and night with no fears
I can’t simply be someone like that
but I would, oh I would
Blame it on the moon
Every morning I can see your face
I think I’m lucky enough
to pretend that other things
could be
aussi trés bien
and I look and I swear and I see
nothing is evern the same
as we smile
to each other
and find our hands as we say…
Blame it on the moon
Blame it on the moon
Blame it on the moon
nothing but the moon
As the leaves are floating around
giving us nice entertainment
as the needle is searching for sounds
that are filling the air
But I look, and I swear, and I know
that every dance out there
could be one and one only as we’re trying to say…
Blame it on the moon
Blame it on the moon
Blame it on the moon
nothing but the moon X2
(sheltered by the covers
outside the real world
tell me when it’s over
‘cause my dear (because I love to…))
Time (Devil’s best delight)
As I wait, here on the sofa
tiny bubbles, find their way through the air
As the wind, brings me sounds from the outside
and sounds, find their way among the trees
And I think of what I’ve done here
and I think of what they’ve done to me
and I think of what I’ve done here
to lose, so much…
Time
yes I’m thinking about time,
Little scars that I call mine
it’s so easy to pretend
that they’ll be cured by things like…
Time
is the Devil’s best delight
all the things that he can hide
are alway there but kept unseen
from eyes but not from hearts and souls
Colors,
filter from the curtains
here, nothing seems to be aware
of the fact, that hands don’t want to stop (now)
and the wait, it is just an old excuse
And I think on what I’ve done here
and I think of what they’ve done to me
and I think of what I’ve done here
to lose, so much…
Time
yes I’m thinking about time,
Little scarves that I call mine
it’s so easy to pretend
that they’ll be cured by things like…
Time
is the devil’s best delight
all the things that he can hide
are alway there and kept unseen
from eyes but not from hearts and souls
Jack of all trades (in the 21st century)
I found, I found
that I’ve lost all the world, around
it’s strange but it’s always
been
there
I sing, I sing,
whatever I need to bleed
whatever I feel
it’s
true
The more I dig,
the more I will find the cure
the better I’ll be
so pure
in terms of musicality
Cause I’m a Jack of all trades
in the 21st century
cause I’m a jack of all trades
a true master of everything (master of none)
I mean, it’s real
the fact that I fight
my fears
the fact that I’m not
so scared
by everyday’s meaning
I mean, is it real?
The fact that we’ll disappear?
surrounded by clouds of sounds
never played?
‘cause I’m a Jack of all trades
in the 21st century
cause I’m a jack of all trades
a true master of everything (master of none)
Mother
We used to fly
hand in hand
riding times
trough cartoons
and kitchen smells
in black and white
but no one wants to be different
in a picture
so in my head
we still walk down
the old city streets
‘cause…
Mother, I’m sorry for all those years
We’ve hardly been together
now my beard is white
and I still haven’t found
a better version of me
mother, I’m sorry
can you feel it?
Seconds and minutes and hours,
dedicated to waiting me
even if I wasn’t there
we still walk down
by the ancient walls
in the crowded city streets
finding a way to put my bike in the car
‘cause
Mother, I’m sorry for all those…