Where's Waldo? (Zebra Party)

where we live it’s now obvious to leave out energies, 
and too many things are taken for granted, 
so we don’t have to wonder what we feel, 
cause we’re not supposed to feel.
so we’re confused and
they take us by the hand 
and we’re just too full and 
it’s the only thing that keeps us alive.

cause
we will find a way to stay 
to stay once again
we will find a way to lay
we’ll no longer worry about these nights spent in pain
just because it’s not our blame 

everything will be fine 
when you decide to get out of the lines 
you can do what’s important to you 
cause people are all alone 
and they don’t give a shit at all
so remember that you are the light 

we will find a way to stay 
to stay once again
we will find a way to lay
we’ll no longer worry about these nights spent in pain
just because it’s not our blame

We'll Be Fine

well now, keep breathing 
like you've never done before
even if it’s feel like you’re squeezing 
even if the walls are about to fall
the noise of confusion is living in my head
as if reflected in a thousand mirrors, the same story again 

told for too long 
about the people
and the deafening noise 
of this fucking freedom 

it’s fine to be blind 
freedom is for the few 
It's dying all the times  
that you tighten the screw
it’s fine 
it’s fine 
it’s fine 
everything you do it’s fine 
it’s fine 
it’s fine 
so now the planet’s dying 

we’re dizzy with the loss of hope
too insecure to experience that 
only freedom of living alone 
will lead to destruction
everything you do
everything is full
with all the shit that you'll always need to do
everything you do
everything is rude 
destroy everything you’ve ever done, it’s fine

it’s fine 
it’s fine 
it’s fine 
everything you do it’s fine 
it’s fine 
it’s fine 
so now the planet’s dying

Same Story Again

Upside Tide

sometimes she comes back and there is nothing i can do
she's just creeping up my legs and guts and it's so fucking rude
it's like an on and off switch and now i can't even breathe
i cope and monologue my way through the end of my fears
please i'd like to understand before i drown myself in beers

everything's just so wrong
it's a knotty climax but there's nowhere it will go
it's a stairway to heaven
but the heaven is no more
and i'm a grain of sand that clocks around the eye of the storm
and everything's so wrong

now she lives in me and i guess she's sitting tight
so she's waiting there in ambush lurking for my fucking life
told me it's hard to share the space in such a tiny home
so i keep tearing down the walls cause i can't live like this no more

everything's just so wrong
it's a knotty climax but there's nowhere it will go
it's a stairway to heaven
but the heaven is no more
and i'm a grain of sand that clocks around the eye of the storm
and everything's so wrong

Housemates

yes strange, I’m grown but nevermind 
I am no longer a child who lives blind 
I miss being carefree when I cry 
and I think about when I was young
with my dog, I ran in the fields 
and I was never sick

one day it came and never went away 
that feeling of emptiness that I will never fill
Here come the drugs, comes love and come the nights that take away the pain
and I still fight

the nights dancing, the nights fucking
but I still miss that smell of the sea
that now have become the smell of weed 
the nights escaping, where no one can find me 
looking for a place where I can love me
so please feed my seed 

oh feed my seed

one day it came and never went away 
that feeling of emptiness that I will never fill
Here come the drugs, comes love and come the nights that take away the pain
and I still fight

the nights dancing, the nights fucking
but I still miss that smell of the sea
that now have become the smell of weed 

oh feed my seed

Feed My Seed

non è vero che nella vita devi essere infelice 
perché se ti concentri forte puoi non essere infelice 
puoi riempirti le giornate con le cose che hai da fare 
tipo dare da mangiare alle cavalle alle puttane 

puttane!

non è vero che nella vita devi essere infelice perché se ti concentri forte puoi non essere infelice
dice l’amico infelice, vita colta! 
quella di un acido alla volta 
ogni volta che voglio scandagliare su uno scoglio, quando voglio come voglio ma solo se voglio 

lo scoglio!

non è un imbroglio, questa è la vita che voglio, palle a mollo sullo scoglio 
sono tanto scoglionate tutte le sciure bagnate a rosa marina d’estate 
non si levano dal cazzo con caddy del ragazzo 
che non è tanto un ragazzo ma è cornuto ed ubriaco e in mezzo al cazzo 

cornuto!

in mezzo al cazzo
passano i ciclisti ma nessuno qua li ha visti 
sono tanti, sono tantissimi!
son tantissimi!
sti terroni turistici 
marco!! sei l’ultimo? 
no, c’è chester che è l’ultimo,  ma non è l’ultimo..
ci sono altri terroni nella valle dei torroni!
c’è oronzo lo sbronzo, marito cornuto della sciura che non si leva di torno

figa la gita in biga!

parliamo di carlos…
ti ringrazio carlos, chi è carlos? il tarlos
figlio illegittimo di un frollo dainosauros 
carlos, beve birra valdostana con i narkos
quando la vita è puttana resta al parcos 
fatto come un termonatua fa la muta 
mette l’autan fuma nuota in acqua cauta 
vita colta! quella di un acido alla volta 

chi è carlos?!

ed ecco masha… con la mexican mafia 
organizzano nel texas una rapina in banca 
scherzi? no, c’è di mezzo il papa, la mala egiziana, i gelati, il g8 di genova, john, khaos g col chinotto 
la banca in realtà non è una banca…
è il jova beach party! con gli uomini saltanti 
sul ritmo zebra party pieni di psicofarmaci pacchi
psicofarmaci pacchi!

sul ritmo zebra party!

quindi non è vero che nella vita devi essere infelice
puoi riempire con la sabbia una bottiglia senza birra per spaccarla sulla faccia di un bastardo con la bibbia
non dico balle! io ci gioco con le balle nella valle delle palle
come la vita di un frate d’estate
erba a palate!

puttana!

Feed My Seed

Sally and the Mystical Seafloor