Schizoid Man

It's not like using irony in a piece automatically makes you Rino Gaetano!! This Pierdavide Carone is not original; it really sucks!! Irony, yes, but used like the comedians from Colorado... that is, just clichés and commonplaces!!

Anyway, this must be a truly exclusive page; there are almost only comments from Divers Users :P "I swear I saw lights bigger than ever before and then along the streets that are white like lines on a page, I fell.
I swear I saw bright lights like never before wide beams that illuminate night and day wide beams that guide, my memory that listens." legendary Fiumani! :D

The review is beautiful! Unfortunately, and I say unfortunately for me, this is one of the Diaframma albums that I listen to with little pleasure! Except for "Un giorno balordo"!! :D Anyway, always up to the legendary Fiumani!

Nacchiooooooooo... what a talent for arguing Birbabirba has!! :D :D :D oh my...

Birbabirba, giving a 7 to this song is something that transcends good taste! An old, trivial, empty song, with a chorus that would make Apicella and sCanu envious, and with its grouper-like vocals, it makes it even older—definitely suitable for the coarse Sanremo audience, that's for sure! Pierdavide Carone: "Questo è l’ospedale, c’è chi scende e c’è chi sale ma questo discorso no, per me non vale Perchè quando entrai la speranza persi ormai da qui non si esce, non si esce, non si esce, mai!" well, should I comment on this song!? Are we kidding!? If you want, you explain where the hell you see any trace of Rino Gaetano!? Because I can't see it!! I'm not joking—I want you to seriously tell me if there are points of contact between the two, because I'm starting to seriously worry about my abilities!! :D

Birbabirba, your Carogna doesn't even have 1/10^10^10 of the thickness of the great Rino!! Have you read the lyrics of sCanu's song!? No, because otherwise I can't explain your statements!! :D

Pierdavide Carogna... :D what a singer-songwriter! It's enough to leave you stunned :D keep it up, Carogna! :D

"Now I want to tell you about something that happened to me yesterday. She said to me: "Dad, can you take me to buy a pair of shoes on Via Veneto?" You can imagine, my heart swelled, me and my daughter on Via Veneto, woe to anyone who dared to look at us. While she was looking at the shoe store window, two young guys passed by and said a phrase I didn’t like at all. I turned around and said, "You bastard! Come here, you bastard!" The bigger one came over all scared and punched me in the mouth. I took a look at him, spat, and said, "You won't even make me bleed, you bastard, get ready." I gave him a right hook to the mouth and he fell to the ground like Jesus Christ. I broke his nose, shattered his mucous membranes, and kept saying, "Get up, get up, you bastard, get up!" I told him. There was blood everywhere, in liters. He didn’t get up, I looked at him, turned around, and fixed my jacket. My daughter asked me, "Dad, what happened?" I said, "Nothing, just two passing by, let’s go buy the shoes."” (cit.)

One fine day, I boarded a cargo ship flying the Liberian flag. For two years I traveled the world, and I never knew what the hell that cargo was carrying, but maybe one day I figured it out: drugs! (quote)

"...and being a Savoyard, I dip it in the coffee!!..." :D :D