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Inspired by Charles Bukowski’s love for cats, this song is a small tribute to his book "On Cats"

GATTI (testo)

Addormentato a letto mi sveglio
e il suo naso tocca il mio naso

e quel paio di occhi gialli
bellissimi
si riversano
in ciò che è rimasto

della mia anima

Più gatti hai, 
più a lungo vivrai

A quei dannati gatti
non importa
proprio
niente di niente

E se gliene importasse
non mi piacerebbero
neanche
un po’

Più gatti hai, 
più a lungo vivrai, baby

Addormentato a letto mi sveglio
e il suo naso tocca il mio naso

E quel paio di occhi gialli
bellissimi
(bellissimi)
si riversano
in ciò che è rimasto
della mia anima

della mia anima

della mia anima


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CATS (lyrics)  

Asleep in bed, I wake up  
and its nose touches my nose  

And that pair of yellow eyes  
so beautiful  
pour into  
what's left  

of my soul  

The more cats you have,  
the longer you'll live  

Those damn cats  
don't care  
about anything  
at all  

And if they did,  
I wouldn't like them  
even  
a bit  

The more cats you have,  
the longer you'll live, baby  

Asleep in bed, I wake up  
and its nose touches my nose  

And that pair 
of yellow eyes  
so beautiful  
(so beautiful)  
pour into  
what's left  
of my soul  

of my soul  

of my soul  



© 2025 Stefano Padoan  
All rights reserved

GATTI

A haze of velvet horns, broken hearts, and clever turns of phrase, Cigarettes & Figures of Speech is a smoky lounge of jazzy hip-hop ballads that speak in riddles and rhymes. Each track drifts like smoke through alleyways of memory and metaphor—crooning confessions wrapped in idioms, laid over upright basslines and dusty drums. It’s a late-night conversation between the soul and the subconscious, where every lyric is a double entendre and every beat feels like flickering candlelight. Smooth, soulful, and seductively smart—this album doesn’t just play, it speaks.

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