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Rating: There have already been many, too many words said about this album. I am one of the most assertive convincing ones about Mozza's second youth. Pardon, convinced assertors. That he lives in Rome, has Morricone arrange the strings, and finally admits that a man inflames his thighs, well, these are not fundamental things. Just as perhaps the music on these grooves is not entirely fundamental (there's still vinyl, for those who want it, and can).
But. There is always a but. There's the absolute perfection that only the (now) old Steven Patrick can distill in three minutes. There's that wonderfully incredible single. You have killed me. In the Rome of Pasolini and the beggars, of Visconti and Magnani. Too many circles closing. The total melancholy of happiness. Even when life changes. Very Smiths guitars, without a doubt. Killer chorus (indeed). Carver-esque synthesis in the verses for an author who is always more than prolix, even from the titles.
Being dazzled, I will adore this album, as I always have. I spent these last crumbs of lucidity to publicly declare my surrender. I've been out of the blessed adolescent sadness for (quite) a while. And yet. And yet. And yet this jerk always defeats me. Best English author for decades. Moody and unpleasant. You even went to live in the most symbolic place I know.
What can I say? You have killed me. Again.
(PS. I found some "piciu" scattered around the site. You are of the noble - bovine - Piedmontese breed?).
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Dear God Please Help Me (05:51)
I am walking through Rome
With my heart on a string
Dear God, please help me
And I am so very tired
Of doing the right thing
Dear God, please help me
There are explosive kegs
Between my legs
Dear God, please help me
Will you follow and know
Know me more than you do
Track me down
And try to win me?
Then he motions to me
With his hand on my knee
Dear God, did this kind of thing happen to you?
Now I'm spreading your legs
With mine in-between
Dear God, if I could I would help you
And now I am walking through Rome
And there is no room to move
But the heart feels free
The heart feels free
The heart feels free
But the heart... feels free
The heart feels free
03 You Have Killed Me (03:08)
Pasolini is me
'Accattone' you'll be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but
As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?
Visconti is me
Magnani you'll never be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but
As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes, I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
Who am I that I come to be here...?
As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
And there is no point saying this again
There is no point saying this again
But I forgive you, I forgive you
Always I do forgive you
05 In the Future When All's Well (03:54)
Armed with wealth and good health
The best of health
In the future when all’s well
I will lie down and be counted
In the future when all’s well
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Lee, please stand up and defend me
In the future when all’s well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all’s well
Every day I play a sad game called
In the future when all’s well
Living longer than I had intended
Something must have gone... right!
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Please, please stand up and defend me
In the future when all’s well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all’s well
Hold me closely if your will allows it
In the future when all’s well
Paired-off,
Pawed till I can barely stand it
The future is ended by a long, long sleep
The future is ended by a long, long sleep
The future is ended by a long sleep
08 I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero Now (04:14)
Warm lights from the grand houses blind me
Haves cannot stand Have-nots
And my love is under the ground
My one true love is under the ground
And I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s hero now
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s hero now
They who should love me
Walk right through me
I am a ghost
And as far as I know I haven’t even died
And my love is under the ground
My one true love is under the ground
And I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s hero now
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s hero now
(See as I... See as I... See as I...)
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s lover now
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s lover now
Things I’ve heard and I’ve seen
And I’ve felt and I’ve been
Tell me I’ll never be anybody’s lover now
It begins in the heart
And it hurts when it’s true
It only hurts because it’s true
10 To Me You Are a Work of Art (04:01)
I live a life
I feel the pain
To sing this song
To tell the tale
I wish I never even heard the song
I see the world
It makes me puke
But then I look at you and know
That somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me
To me you are a work of art
And I would give you my heart
That's if I had one
I see the world
It makes me puke
But then I look at you and know
That somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me
To me you are a work of art
And I would give you my heart
That's if I had one, had one
To me you are a work of art
And I would give you my heart
That's if I had one
11 I Just Want to See the Boy Happy (02:59)
Lord, these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Because soon I will be dead
Let’s face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With some hope in his pale eyes
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don’t care anything
Lord these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Let’s face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With his arms around his first love
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don’t care anything
And I just want to
I want to see this boy happy
Why is this such a bad thing?
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