After the Baptist indigestion, I listen to the most brilliant text builder in Italy... Paolo Conte - Live in Montreux Jazz Festival (1989) (some gems: "she had wolf-like eyes and chewed on Alaskan candies" from "boogie" - "but the shadow is amber/ there’s no plane that takes off into the sky/ and the soul is thin" from "la negra" - "spread out over the macadam" from "sparring partner" you could go on for hours)