MrDaveBoy73
MrDaveBoy73
10 oct 20

DeRank™: 4,28

I was walking down the street
And in silence I could feel
Behind me the people
Whispering softly
How you betray me
And how I am
Alone at home.
Then someone, with a tone
Of an unnecessary saint,
Was very sorry
For me, and really so much.
What sublime talent
To cause harm
There is in people!
My God,
How I want
To turn around and shout:
"Do you,
What do you know
About my falls,
About my disasters?"
Fools!
Fools!
You know nothing,
Nothing at all.
Where is he, what is he,
You will never get there
Not ever.
My love,
My love,
Come and say something,
Come and do something,
To find something,
To rediscover something
That was in us.
Fools!
What fools!
What I think and what I feel,
What I burned and what I feel,
What I stole and what I spent,
These things people
Never know.
The phone rings
From a thousand distances,
Strange friends and even
Stranger alliances.
Everyone wants to say
And yet not say the problem
That is here present.
Every glance I meet
In the bar below my house
Is a crossroads of pain
And silent understanding,
And then someone shakes
Their head to say:
"Case closed."
My God,
How I want
To turn around and shout:
"Do you,
What do you know
About my falls,
About my disasters?"
Fools!
Fools!
You know nothing,
Nothing at all.
Where is he, what is he,
You will never get there
Not ever.
My love,
My love,
Come and do something,
To save something,
Come and say something,
We can say anything
If you want.
Fools!
What fools!
He only loved me,
Yes, I betrayed him
And I also left him.
And here’s what I will never
Say.
Yes, I betrayed him
And I also left him.
And here’s what I will never
Say!
Stupidi
MrDaveBoy73
MrDaveBoy73
7 oct 20

DeRank™: 12,25

Of water and breath
Of scattered footsteps
Of mouthfuls of wind
Of slowness
Of uncertain movement
Of precise words we live
Of great theater
Of obscure songs
Of quick witticisms we move forward
Of how to do
Of how to say
Of how to make sense
Of highs
Of lows
Heartbeats
Phases of the moon
And rhythms of the earth
Of intelligence
Of intermittence
We live of dances
Of social dancing
Of a promise
Of a different face
Of mediocre encounters
Of beauties
Of burning scents
Of accidents
Rolling we turn, we dance
We live, we celebrate
That, this
We stomp hard with our feet
In the dance
And we miss a step
We live of fortunes told
And of traveling
And we walk tired
It's work
It's opposition
It's corruption
We live of slow construction
And of time that nails us
And of devils at our rear
Of tired hips
Of desired fires
We live of bread
Of hope to drink
A good wine for summer
Rolling we live
Of light conversations
Choruses
Of night masks
Singing and unsinging
And down with prohibitions
And oils on the skin
And smiles of ghosts
And photographed ghosts
And down with announcing bells
We live of fixed gazes
Of striking answers
Of letters sent
That we await at the top of the mystery
Of being so alone.
Of this we live
And of so much more
That we chase like dogs
Breathing through our noses
To end up instead
Still smiling, still barking
Of a random pain.
Discanto - Ivano Fossati
MrDaveBoy73
MrDaveBoy73
5 oct 20

DeRank™: 7,28

There’s like a new feeling
That chases me and presents itself
In this house, in this story
On this nameless day
Like an ancient enthusiasm
While in the middle of this square
I’m laughing at the thought of myself
A beautiful girl
One should translate themselves
Find a good publisher
To then cut down the speeches
That over time are just noise
For some time now I prefer
To go to bed early
But in the morning when it’s fresh
Early in the morning I go out, I go out
And I head toward the river
That I like to remember
An old friend and his stories
That made me laugh
Your smile and the word
That made me feel good
Like now that I get lost
In front of this river
And I find empty streets
And thoughts without anything
Without anything different
Than my wasted time
I have a passionate heart
Almost cheerful, almost sad
That almost always rests
On something that already exists
There’s like a new feeling
That finds me disoriented
In the small details
Of a beautiful day
Like an ancient enthusiasm
While the wall of a house
Is stretching my shadow
That stretches and rests
I’ve been preferring for a while
To go to bed early
But at night sometimes I dream
And at night sometimes I go out, I go out
And I like to remember
That old romantic movie
Where he was so handsome
That the hours flew by
Your smile and your word
That made me feel good
Like now that I get lost
In front of this river
And I find empty streets
And thoughts without anything
Without anything different
Than my wasted time
With an ancient enthusiasm
In the middle of this square
I’m laughing at the thought of myself
A beautiful girl
For some time now I go
To bed always early
But in the morning when it’s fresh
Early in the morning I go out, I go out
Ornella Vanoni - Una bellissima ragazza
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