1. |
Absolulu
06:00
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I just woke up
I left my voice on the pillow
Throat sizzles
Gotta take that bike
To get myself a bagel
Ooh… A bagel
Am I still drunk from yesterday?
Absolulu
Could you grab a tomato from my fridge whenever you please?
Absolulu
Absolulu
A couple of quite green eyes makes me wonder:
What about the name of an Italian baroque composer?
Watch out for this false sax solo motherfucker!
(I’m spinning on the ground! I’m spinning on the ground!)
Am I getting quite dumb when you speak French?
Absolulu
Does being a good pilot means driving off the road?
Absolulu
Absolulu
Ignore the fact I’m spinning around
To get out there’s just one way: the Albatross
Hear the echoes of a distant tide
While you’re cooking once again pasta sauce
You don’t like beer but that’s okay
We got red wine and whiskey
You can borrow me some oil
Even if yours is better
Let’s talk about it later
Got to cure this hangover
(Maybe you can make a pizza without cheese)
Is it wrong to say “prego” instead of “thanks”?
Absolulu
Do I look like I’m wearing the inside out?
Absolulu
Do I need to keep finding questions like that?
Absolulu
Am I drinking again to clear my mind of this track?
Absolulu
Absolulu
Absolulu
Absolulu…
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2. |
Plastic
03:40
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The plastic is killing dolphins
The plastic is wasting our dreams
We gotta get rid of this matter
The plastic is killing dolphins
Lulu said that
And she’s right
She might have read it on a website
She’s right about that fact
The plastic is killing dolphins
The plastic is worst than it seems
We gotta stop buying “bic” lighters
‘cause this plastic is killing dolphins
It’s in the biscuits, in the snacks, and the boxes in the streets
In my eyes, in your shoes, in your tires, in my booze
In the air, in the sea and all the landscapes of our youth
This goddamn plastic !
Lulu said that…
She might be right…
The plastic is killing dolphins
The plastic is wasting her dreams, poor girl
We gotta get rid of this matter! It’s killing everything, boy! Goddamn!
The plastic is killing dolphins.
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3. |
New Year's Fever
03:45
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This is just for one night
Let’s pretend to be all right
Just shut up and hold me tight
You cannot hurt anyone here
My heart’s already gone
I fear no woman at all anymore
You won’t end a friendship as easily
Maybe I’m not your type but this is not about me
Keep playing that kind of game and I’ll lose interest
For you, your lips, your breast
Come on eat this with me
The world seems so pretty
With extasy
If you feel bad I’m around
Again spinning on the ground
Beacause it’s the sexiest move that I found
I won’t be the sucker you’re looking for
I can’t be heartbroken anymore
My purest passion is behind now
And so goodbye. Au revoir.
Don’t be shy
I’m so high
Lululululululu…
You’re too close
The time slows
I unwind
Nevermind
Lululululululu…
Au revoir…
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4. |
Litany
04:56
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Here’s a shade of me who prays to see you smile
Just one year or less to know what’s in your mind
This is not so far between France and Milan
This is such a mess
Something floats in the air
But do you really care?
Stretch your legs. Ready, set, go! Run after me.
Never think I hate you please
I apologize
I’m sorry to cry these three verses
Complaining thoughts and grievances
Are not my style, just feel creepy
As you’re in the same room as me
Baby it’s the 4th song I wrote
Thinking of you and your raincoat
Everyone tells me to cool down
But I still feel strange when you’re around
Something floats in the air
But do you really care?
Will I stay just a weird guy singing for you?
By the way, really soft lips.
I’ll remember them
This is the only way for me
With this Italian litany
To feel a little better now
And get away from that sad “ciao”
You’re in my head, you’re in my dreams
Is this the line where love begins?
Well… I guess it’s a bad idea
You prefer boys with some crispy
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5. |
Weak Brain
11:00
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Life’s a pretty bitch sometimes
You think you own your good deeds and your crimes
I failed again
Screwed it up again
To err is human
Forget a woman
Entails an inside war in your heart
Shhhh… Cool down… Cool down…
Every step implies a weak brain thinking of you
Always thought honesty is the best policy
Better be alone than in a bad company
Don’t wanna hide my fears
Don’t wanna fight my tears
I drown into the wine
Your haircut looks so fine
I got this night I can’t erase from my mind
Hate predates fear, anger follow denial
But every step implies a weak brain
Thinking of the scars past leaves
Always want what I can’t have
Always love what I can’t graze without paying the price
My throat sizzles! Am I still drunk from yesterday?
Absolutely
I feel stable now
Everything’s clear
Beauty is wherever my soul looks for solace
Feeding my dark beast
Singing my grief
You’ll hear it again
Let’s be friend with the same self-stranger that I am
My wistfulness last through the stress the shadow you are brings me back to
What a bright afternoon
To wonder why this is so hard to stay away from these rules I don’t care about
When I just want to say to a girl
I find her damn cute with these sky blue dress highlighted by those green eyes.
The party is still going on
But this is the last pill I brought with me
To become your silly friend who brings you joy in your Italian life
Full of weird guys singing for you with their spinning soul and always clumsy bleeding heart.
(Hear it again...)
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