another cryptic text ;-) by faust'one Il lungo addio
"When you take me
the skin searches for a body I've never had
I can sleep
in a bed always warm and half undone
My feet are wet, and something is wrong
I'm never hungry, and I feel a little down
I wish I could go away for a while
I wish I could tell you to go away
I want to tell you to go away
I want to go away for a while, away
Always someone
who sleeps in my bathroom and eats with us
Do you really think
that I couldn't do what you want
When you take me
the skin searches for a body I've never had
I can sleep
in a bed always warm and half undone
My feet are wet, and something is wrong
I'm never hungry, and I feel a little down
I wish I could go away for a while
I wish I could tell you to go away
I want to tell you to go away
I want to go away for a while, away
Always someone
who sleeps in my bathroom and eats with us
Do you really think
that I couldn't do what you want
I wish I could go away for a while
I wish I could tell you to go away
I want to tell you all to go away
I want to go away for a while, away."
 
#nowarsongs Strani pensieri
Strange thoughts tonight, little signs like vultures
I fall into a dream and see the earth from the sky
Shooting stars around me
Whirlwinds, highways and airplanes transparent as glass
Hallucinations, images of the sun, of summer in my breath
10 billion humans hanged on television
20 billion Nazis, Buddhists,
Marxist Christians and more armies still
30 billion starving moving oceans and
deserts and there is no God who can stop them
100 million disgusting worms on
my eyes, in my ears, in my dreams
Strange thoughts tonight
Nothing is safe around me
Acid in my throat down to the bottom of my back
Shooting stars like vultures
Splendid visions of spaceships in space, lost in infinity
Spirit wizards and skyscrapers fall before the void
100 million deadly viruses whose names are secret
20 billion priests, psychiatrists,
soldiers cutting off heads and balls
30 billion ecstasies, dreams, miracles, hallucinations submerged by
100 billion, tons of plastic, blood, aluminum, tar,
oil, illusions, suicides, nightmares, souls, despairs, governments,
cities, religions, prisons, machines, armies, associations,
shit, money, songs and vomit and tears, everywhere all over the earth
 
«Ode al moto perpetuo» the revolution is crossing at the red light.
 
Faust'o - Perché il Mio Amore sit down and listen to yourselves.
 
Ballata Autocritica Fausto is gone too...
 
L'erba "This record was the last chance for collaboration with Caterina Caselli's label, but the line 'santo il nostro cazzo...' led to the final break." #chianuradocet #censorship #caradroga "Santa è l’erba che apre dolcemente il cuore" (la Caselli always had something to say about the lyrics. cit F.R.)