L TROI
Text: G. Pasolli
son leva ncuei da duman y te ei cherda su,
l ie n bel di, te ei damanda :ce fesa tu?
te es dit:
jon n pue ala lergia,l suredl ie aut sen,
nen ei tan debujen ,ie men stei nia dre ben.
y nsci scumencion noscta jita tres nosc pensieresc,
me neus doi dasseui, senzieresc.
tlo sun chesc puent,
svaion ora nosta rabbia te l vent
te ses chesc lieia.
l vent sofla sun nosc spinel, l troi ie ert y da ulei mel.
jon tres la mauta, cialan de viers de la piza,
l suredl che bat lesu stiza.
LAZY MORNING
Text: G. Pasolli
lying,confortably numb,close to a pillar of my poor wisdom.
comitting the same errors once again.
saily`n, saily`n, trough the open sea of my empty mind,
tryin to give a fuck of what i`ve left behind.
new horizons leeds out to empty spaces,
curlin`up like waves out there.
i`m just a man who´s tryin not to,get insane.
i´m breathin , there`s life whitin,
i´m just a man who is tryin not to get insane.
a bird from the sky, shits on my pie,
think wheter he´s high or wily to die!
i´m jelling at him reachin out,
but he is much too high.
LONELY
Text: G. Pasolli
Well I’m Sitting on a bench
waiting for a trainand I feel so lonely
and I think you would feel the same
but insane or sane I can’t see the difference
I feel cold inside and my mood is down
Well I can see the foy of an aeroplane
I can hear the noise of my Lousie-train
but every time I start is always the same old think
I got to escape I got to change
Cause I don’t wanna be lonely
That time I was on the station
there was a lot of people around me
a dog pissed on my bench
and I was a little upset
but you now how it is
you know man, well
but now it’s time to turn the page
and now is time to change it all
and now it time to meet with other people
Cause I don’t wanna be lonely
Yes don’t wanna be, be such a lonely thing
I will never go to give it up,
never give it up!
Fields and fields, nothing but fields
trough the raildroad
I got to escape to change
I am missing you again
so that’s the end of the storyhope you enjoy it
I will never go to give it up,
never give it up.
LA STOPPA
Text: G. Pasolli
Close your eyes my baby
so I will slip into your dreams
I will come to you
like a melody
into your ears
And I will be all the dirty life
that you never had
and I will possess you till the end
like the bloadstream runs trough your head.
Now the planet of reality is gone
and we are sitting on the stone
the absolut eternity is ours.
No drugs, no religion
no shy attitudes that you always had
just the endless space of our deep sea.
You are here by my side
in this garden full of stars.
I kiss you slowly
while we are flying through the yards
I give you a hugh, a sudden smile
I give you everything so try I can recall.
Down the main street,
trough the tunnel of love
I will join into your heart
So I’ll belong to you and you to me
I wonna be the bridge
to your secret fantasies
a little devil in your eyes.
TILDA
Text: G. Pasolli
We met in a club then we went to our house
Smoked some joints then we realized
It would be nice to go to the city for fun.
It was early in the morning when we got there
Someone though that a bed would’nt be bad
We rented two rooms and slept all day
In the afternoon while I was sleeping
Two of us went to the station
And got some hard stuff, yeah
Three of us took it and went numb.
There is something I wanna tell you
Somebody went high, somebody went down
Well I don’t know why I don’t know why I didn’t fuck of
The show was definetly obscene
Nobody knew what to sey
Well I don’t know why
I don’t no why I did’t quit and liv that fucking shit.
We went downstairs into the dinner lounge
Someone realized that some of us
Was defenitly numb by drugs
We ordered expensive pizza for four
But only two of us where able to eat
The drugs had feed their mind
Refrain
We went upstairs, wached tv
Then we set off the lights and we made love
But it was the worst sex of my life
The next day we went home
Smoked some more joints
Well that was the worst journey of my life
you run your life think nobody is gonna bite,
think you`ll not have to fight
you`re not the one who bites.
you live your life the way you always lived it,
you gave your best feelin glad when you made it.
i`m just like you, i have my old pen to drun,
riskin a lot for a little bit of fun.
things can change in a second just like that
leavin' you not even the time to react
i try to give my best but what i`m i doin when,
i`m feelin frightened, not holden,
my shell is broken. 4x
there is panic, no way to think, no way to breath at all, youre knocked out
youre knooocked ooout
so you`re there, lookin at the damage you`ve done,
try to think ,try to recall, how didìt happen?
take a look at that broken shape,
gray fog floats up,
do you think it `s a fake?
how was life before ,how will it be now.
you head torned away by the shock
you can`t walk ,you can`t talk
and still everyone is lookin at you
but you`re off
A Dream
Text: G. Pasolli
it`s just a dream,
a dream you`ve never dreamed before.
you`re down feelin`cold.
surrounded by darkness feelin`cold and so old.
i see you walkin`trough that tunnel
chasin`that fadin`lite,
that shins pale down on your way
and its gonna lead you out.
so you start to walk down your path of death
to that mountain house where you feel shelterd.
you strach out there on a banch
its all so quiet you feel so save.
then you pull out a paper form,
on one side you write down your good sides
on the other you write down your bad sides.
the one with you're bad actions is full
on the other theres just health and death.
and then you die oh yes you die !
here comes your final breath here you leave.
and then you die oh yes you die !
here comes your final breath yes here you leave
sadness, why do ya tear me down?
why don`t ya led me enjoy the time
i`m wearin`that crown?
happyness ,confidence,
why do you live me down?
i was satsfied and bold wearin this crown.
doin`nothin`to get a higher speed
oh maby thats why, i`m gettin`so week.
trust me i could be a peak,youre peak,
when there will be none there for ya
feelin`so week.
so don`t be sick ,let`s meet in a week
and there you will find me, fixed.
ref.
deep contrasts are jammin`my mind,
where`s my place in ya society
in youre high and deep tides?
i feel confortable when i`m at home,
hidyn`from the people
who wants to look in. oooh!
end
Little Loreley
Text: G. Pasolli
once they called little lorelie
they called her
she never denied a good glass of wine
a good glass
than she became an alkoholic,
strucked pretty thick,sraight in it.
loved to live a expansive live,
but than found no place to hide
ref
i`m here to tell you,
what?
it is`nt easey to reconise
true
i`m here to tell you
what
it isn`easey to hide
sweet lorelie.
she was a real nice kind of bitch,
from the boys she got tons of loads and stiches.
rolling into a new era,
screamin what the hell i love it . yeah!
freaky bounded to a higher truth
but in the end just a fool.
Rage on Me
Text: G. Pasolli
my envelope
tell me the truth´say who i`m.
tell me i`m a playahater in the game we are playin.
i started my world when i was nothing,
giving a shit to the motherfucking hole thing.
i always tried to go on my own way
´4 the game we always try to play.
to be needed, to be loved,
waitin the hole time to be called.
once to climb the mountain without to fall.
chorus:
i just live my live in my envelope .
i`m around in those coffeys,
i´m doin nothing,
but wastin my time drinkin drink after drink.
sharin my hell whit you ,
i cant see through .
sharin my hell with you,
just cant see through .
whow could i open up my soul to you?
i see myself trough a broken glass of what , of what , of what, just can`t recall.
i live my live in my envelope.
VZB
Text: G. Pasolli
MUCH TOO CHEAP
In the morning when she wakes up she's overbored,
She looks to her pet, her eyes are pretty cold.
Her shape gets normal after tons of make up,
and not yet now she seems waked up.
The coffee tastes pretty bad,
whose fault is it? the barmans?
She goes to work, but not for money,
And not for satisfaction, everyone does it.
She's gonna marry a ferrari with a man,
Well, how long do you think it's gonna last, then?
One kid, or maybe more,
The divorce later will give money to this whore,
And then she'll start again,bored as ever,
But she won't get any clever.
chorus:
Your value is like jewels,
That is what you think,
Meanwhile it's just as high
As a Mc Donalds chicken wing
Your value is as high,
your value is as high,
your value is as high,
as diamonds!
That is what you think,
that is what you think,
that is what you think,
but you ain't right!
Now listen:
This one wakes up early in the morning,
Even on sunday's, to listen to the sermon,
When she goes out she turns back at eleven,
She doesn't talk dirty, she will go up to heaven,
Her life, just as exitin` as glass of coke,
What do you think may be her dope?
Mum and poppa would never let it be,
Maybe when she's married, we'll see...
...chorus...
Woke up this morning
(= L Troi, english version )
Text: G. Pasolli
woke up this morning and I called you,
a shiny morning ,I ask you what we would do .
you say,let`s go on a mountain get some sun,
couse I need it so ,
you know I`m sick ,I`m tired
and so we started our journey
with noone around,
just you and nobody else
beside me ,
now,we feel free,
screamimg out our anger in the wind
you know , that binds!
the wind strikes my shoulders
the trail is steep and we are out of breath
lookin toward the top,
walkin trough the mud
and askin what the fuck.
now we are here enjoin the sun
you´re eatin`a apple while I`m climbin a rock.
we are here sure,but, tomorrow nobody knows.
and that sucks!"!!