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Abbiamo Perso

(inizialmente branobag del giugno 2015 su pibinko.org NdR)

Questo lo dedichiamo a tutti quelli che sostengono che la musica tosta è finita con gli anni Settanta del secolo scorso e che preferiscono fare un mutuo per vedere concerti di artisti che -sì dai- sono delle icone, ma che al limite levano spazio e attenzione dalla galassia di gente molto brava e molto viva oggi, e che puoi vedere invitandoci anche un amico a un quarto del prezzo avendone più emozioni.

Music is now“, direbbe Flavio. Oppure, ricordando il più blasonato Gustav Mahler: Tradizione non è culto delle ceneri ma custodia del fuoco”.

http://sikitikis.bandcamp.com/track/abbiamo-perso

Abbiamo Perso (testo) | we’ve lost it all

‘Plachiamo gli animi | let’s cool down
non c’è di che agitarsi | non need to fuss around
la repressione avanza | repression makes its way
l’alternativa è sempre farsi | plan B is always to get high

Da quando mio cugino è morto | since my cousin died
non è cambiato molto intorno | things haven’t changed a lot, around here
la nicotina mi fa stare meglio | nicotine makes me feel better
e anche quando bevo | and when I drink
mi sento più tranquillo |I feel easy
molto più tranquillo | a lot more easy

Sostanze psicotrope | psychotropic substances
o disinibitorie | or giving you disinhibition
quello che riesco a darti | what I can give you
sono solo scorie | is just waste

Avanzi del misero pasto | leftovers from my measly meal
delle mie molte vergogne | leftovers from my great shame
e di chi sta raschiando il fondo | and from those who are scratching the bottom of the barrel
per inventarsi storie | to make up stories
per scappare dall’amore | and run away from love
lontano dall’amore | far away from love

Per poter vivere decentemente | to try and live decently
con l’anestetico che rende stronza la gente | with anaesthetics making people assholes

Scrivere il romanzo | we’re writing an interpersonal novel
interpersonale
la vecchia autobiografia | the old autobiography
che ognuno deve un po’ inventare | that everybody needs to make up a little

Abbiamo perso ogni certezza | we’ve lost all certainties
ogni speranza e ogni partita | every hope, every game
soldi per terra e conti in banca | money on the ground and bank accounts
la dignità e le palle | dignity and balls
e abbiamo smesso di gridare forte | and we’ve stopped shouting aloud
abbiamo smesso di gridare forte | we’ve stopped shouting aloud

Per poter vivere decentemente
con l’anestetico che rende stronza la gente

Just Dropped In

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I woke up this mornin’ with the sundown shinin’ in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin’ out as I was a-crawlin’ in
I got up so tight I couldn’t unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

Someone painted “April Fool” in big black letters on a “Dead End” sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah

Chaka Demus

A lot of people around here lost the white in their eyes.
I see the lust inside your heart, so why don’t you go and touch the sky?

Think with their head, argue with a gut,
Draft if you leave the door open it might encourage customers in,
Then I wish the barmaid shut, look like shit, down on my luck,
Two world wars and one world cup,
Screamed by the desperate divided crutch.
Used to have an empire then we grew up.
Lost everything — who gives a fuck?

Money in a jukebox, rocks all night
Same shit bands, too much hype,
Everyone knows, everyone sees fights, everyone drinks in the corner, right.
Everyone knows it’s the ‘C’ blood type, sayin’ we match, too much delight.
I love her, she loves me too, that’s why we get together.

A lot of people around here lost the white in their eyes
I see the lust inside your heart,
I don’t wanna touch the sky.

He’s dizzy for Lizzy, I’m dizzy generally,
Scapegoated by a girl befriending me,
Not that I care, it’s the only use of me,
She bounced off walls through doors
Pretend to be everything I wanna be and everything less.
I stress this guess, the part that we stressed
It’s heavy, kinda heavy, on your lungs all down your spine,
Show up, pleurisy.

You’re leaving alone but you came together,
Who made the sun turn stormy weather?

You’re leaving alone but you came together,
Who made the sun turn to stormy weather?

A lot of people around here lost the white in their eyes
I see the lust inside your heart,
I don’t wanna touch the sky.

She said tonight Jay, I’m gonna’ teach them a ballad, an English man in every coward,
I was kinda impressed by the way she dressed,
I scoured this land to find a girl empowered,
Asked her again why her heart turned sour,
One of the ones that the boys devoured,
If you’re gonna learn a song, you gotta sing along,
There’s an English man in every coward.

I got money in the jukebox, rocks all night
Same shit bands, too much hype,
Everyone knows, everyone sees fights, everyone drinks in the corner, right.
Everyone knows their ‘C’ blood type, sayin’ we match, too much delight.
I love her, she loves me too, that’s why we get together.

A lot of people around here lost the white in their eyes
I see the lust inside your heart,
I don’t wanna touch the sky.

A lot of people around here lost the white in their eyes
I see the lust inside your heart,
I don’t wanna touch the sky.