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Lyrics:

( I'll try to run )
But the windy rainy streets just look uglier
With a bit drop of sun.

( I'll try to run )
We lost all the buses, train, trams
Taxis, boxes and thoughts.
( I'll try to run )


Johnny Boy the dynamiter,
When he comes, he asked us for some place:
"Where I can borrow some money
Without getting split up my face."

Then came in tiny whiskers
He just want to say: "marry me
I make a good bride of you,
My name's Mounsier Verdoux".

The "Wrath of God" is bored
With treasures, pesos, gold and rafts
He'll enlist a monkey legion
Armed with Winchesters and shafts.


And all I ever asked for
And all I ever needed
Is stroopwafels  
Stroopwafels for two.

 
But the windy rainy streets just look uglier
With a bit drop of sun.
We lost all the buses, train, trams
Taxis, boxes and thoughts.


The wild bunch is trying to hide
The smile of  angels of death
Under the last shoots flying
Like migrants dirty birds.

A death row mile, his name is "Green"
In jail God is a big Blackman.
Healin' guards and mice he dies on a chair,
chainin' to the gift of life.

Strangelove throws away the keys
Of eugenetic refugees
While a sky-cowboy rides the bomb
That's going to stop our song.


And all I ever asked for
And all I ever needed
Is stroopwafels  
Stroopwafels for two.

Stropwafels for two

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Lyrics:

Almost alive, flown from the wire
to the heat of the ground
Stayed in between the prayer and the sin
And I chose the sin
(And) it's a deaf way, baby,
I can't hear anything
We are gonna losin' control
Again

Creeping throughout the crease of the night
Till I lost my sight
Shaking blue hands like waves on the sands
Of our innocent youth
(And) no one cares 'bout battles baby
We just kiss the sky
Separate the dates, the dates
If you can

Almost alive, flown from the wire
to the heat of the ground
Stayed in between the prayer and the sin
And I chose the sin
(And) it's a deaf way, baby,
I can't hear anything
We are gonna losin' control
Again

We opened eyes alone
Stood up to catch the mood
A noise comes from the clouds
A downpour washing our souls

Deaf way

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Lyrics

Tell me the name of the street you are walking
Tonight I'll leave you there,

I'll try to remember the name of the streets
That I walked in as a child,

No one survives on the notes of your name
Time, has gone away.


In this last days I started
To see things we miss
And we can't get along
Without them
The red lights, the night tribes
Everything covers these 
Thoughts   

There used to be holiday
And I read in the books
about other places 
With other names
The big Bungalow, the fields under snow
They lay in my mind.


If I don't want to be
If I don't want to be

The one who goes crazy
When the telephone rings,
While other ride the waves 
His boat always sinks
Don't want to turn away
Seein' the name of new streets,
The first that laughs
The last to understand
The way that people change their mind  

If I don't want to be 
If I don't want to be

A man in the crowd 
For the last black toy
All over the cliff top
Climbing no way
Afraid, no choice
in the greenwood of noise
the first in sprint
the last to cross the
finish line in this exhausting run


For travel there used to take
a long time, say two cities
And now earth, look, is only shy blue light 
The red lights, night tribes
Everything covers your
Thoughts

Abandon thoughts in alley blind
can I see all of my footprints?
Left on dry garden,
from grey gungle safe
The big Bungalow, the fields under snow
No place in my mind.


If I don't want to be
If I don't want to be

The one who goes crazy
When the telephone rings,
While other ride the waves 
His boat always sinks
Don't want to turn away
Seein' the name of new streets,
The first that laughs
The last to understand
The way that people change their mind  

If I don't want to be 
If I don't want to be

A man in the crowd 
For the last black toy
All over the cliff top
Climbing no way
Afraid, no choice
in the greenwood of noise
the first in sprint
the last to cross the
finish line in this exhausting run


Tell me the name of the street you are walking
Tonight I'll leave you there,

I try to remember the name of the streets
That I walked in as a child,

No one survives on the notes of your name
Time, has gone away.

Footprints

Live version, 18/01/2014

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Lyrics:

It’s late when you start to run
Waves break on the shore
And nuclear bombs obscure the sun
Hey what you're waiting for?

Too late when you start to run
Too slow you’re moving on
No you can’t run so fast
It’s gonna be the last

Run from the love outburst
you gonna run out from love outburst
Run out from love outburst
Or the love outburst will cut you down!

Drowned by the seaquake wave
When you’re drowned there ain’t no haven 
(you better) run ‘cause nuclear is burnt
radiations want a prey to hunt

And the nations is about to explode
Should not be the last when nuclear comes

Run from the love outburst
you gonna run out from love outburst
Run out from love outburst
Or the love outburst will cut you down!

Special:
Too late, too slow, 
when you try, man, you know you are down!

Run from the love outburst
you gonna run out from love outburst
Run out from love outburst
Or the love outburst will cut you down!

Love Outburst

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Lyrics:

Forgot the dune
Thinkin' about you
I wish you come (x3)

Wet to the bone
Mailing up to you
I wish it'd come(x3)


The bombed post is gone
In this leaky setting sun
While the long trombones
And the easy jokes
Had Left alone the show

The ghetto I drew beside
The mail that postmen hide
And I said that I know how
From the bottom of sea
No letters jump to thee. Why do you

Take care, Sabbath,
Of Israelis postmen stress?
All the rotten words aren't important for you
On sunday about Italians too!


How long should I walk (x3)
I never thought I would miss the cold season and treason of my westfalia
I never thought I would share all the mud and the blur of this failure
How long should I walk!


Gold blinds your sight
If you dive, you'll forgot your aim
In the sack bright dust
Every speech is past
Is your Dorado cage

Apes like the post
Especially (the) one that gets lost
and sourrounded by bright eyes
they go deep into your soul
Lonelyness that makes you cry

Down to the shore,
on the hill everything drowns
There’s something wrong the wind is blowing away, 
A man is moving behind you!

How long should I walk (x3)
I never thought I would miss the cold season and treason of my westfalia
I never thought I would share all the mud and the blur of this failure
How long should I walk!


Forgot the dune
Thinkin' about you
I wish you come (x3)

Wet to the bone
Mailing up to you
I wish it'd come(x3)


Candid

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Lyrics:

Forgive me for this lonely party where
no one knows how to dance


Leave no dark signs on the shut door of vice
you’ll better step back, and just roll the dice

Flames from the roof top wild over the night
sliding soldiers you can’t catch in this sight.

These last three tokes, I leave them to
that creepy wind’s gamblin’

In my room,
And I go to sleep...

Stop my motionless head being blessed
With this old songs that I used to know


I won’t let it go,
waiting for someone I should have known,



And we lay stoned by the seaside
reaching the crooks of long time gone

Andy comes laughing with a knife in his chest
 saying: “This joke isn't one of my best”

The good family men are patient  but 
don’t say: they have wasted their lives 

In prisons,
and nappies…

Stop my motionless head being blessed
With this old songs that I used to know

No One To Take A Picture

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- Leonardo Cappelli - guitars, bouzouki, backing vocals.
- Francesco Sacco - lead vocal.
- Andrea Donato - bass guitar.
- Antonio Pensabene - drums.
- Matteo Cuccuini - keyboards, synths, samplers, backing vocals.