There and Back Again - Lyrics

S'I FOSSE FOCO

Fabrizio De Andre’ (Sonetto by Cecco Angiolieri 1260-1312)

S'i' fosse foco, arderei 'l mondo
s'i' fosse vento, lo tempesterei
s'i' fosse acqua, i' l'annegherei
s'i' fosse Dio mandereil'en profondo

S'i' fosse papa, sare' allor giocondo
tutt'i cristiani imbrigherei
s'i' fosse imperator, sa' che farei ?
a tutti mozzerei lo capo a tondo

S'i' fosse morte, andarei da mio padre
s'i' fosse vita, fuggirei da lui
similimente faria da mi' madre
S'i' fosse Cecco come sono e fui
torrei le donne giovani e leggiadre
e vecchie e laide lasserei altrui

FOLK METAL BABY!
There was a young lady, she was sad she was kind

A library dress and a glass full of wine

We met at the Abbey, we were hidin’ from cold

But I felt back the shivers when she said “No”

So I gave her one kiss and tipped my own hat

And i said to her eyes “You ain’t seen nothing yet”

She looked at my mug and asked “What do you mean?”

Well the answer I gave... “It’s folk metal, baby!”

From Brugge to Bremen, from Pilsen to Cork

Behold the Grim Reaper just holdin’ a big fork

From Glasgow to Dublin, from Porto to Brest

You’ll hear the drunk march of our boots without rest

When the ale it is rain and the stout is a cloud

And thunders are roaring ‘cause we’re playin’ it too loud

Just raise your own tankard and drink ‘til the end

It’s not time for the fight

It’s folk metal, my friend!

 

Sweet singing of sirens won’t harm us today

By old drums and horns we are blowing it away

Let’s row all you bastards, the stern wind’s a lie

We rock and we roll on a sailer on fire

So go home Mister DJ, you’re welcome no more

From now on, I swear it, we’re the masters on board

In the depths of the ocean you’ll be scratchin’ the shells

Have a nice dive

It’s folk metal, in hell!

 

No bows, no flagwaving, no captains at all

We don’t need your rules to be proud and stand tall

No island of pleasure, no ready made fun

We don’t need your party to be totally drunk

No matter how bright is the cross on your neck

We’ll choose the right sentence between cake or death

So throw away your chainballs and join the grim ship

It’s freedom bound wicked... Folk metal, baby!

 

FULL FRONTAL NUDITY

Tears with a taste of honey

While I am moaning

Trying to fade away

Come to see the saddest man just for today

The dancer is on his carpet

Blood in the bucket

Somebody’s cut his hand

Come to see the unluckiest guy over the land

Look at me cutaway Don’t you wanna say

Something comfortin’ to me

If I was a lucky one Would you sing me song

Stand up and cut a few capers then fall down and pray on your knees

 

Looking across the street

I was a geek

Just standing alone on a bench

Come to see this hungry wolfman searchin’ for friends

The galaxy spawned out a monster

On this rollercoaster

That you call wonderful life

Come to see this Doctor Jekyll looking for a Hyde

 

Look at me cutaway Don’t you wanna say

Something comfortin’to me

If I was a lucky one Would you sing me song

Stand up and cut a few capers then fall on your knees

 

A young fascinating guy

Cryin’ spiders from his eyes

You gotta take a look

Falls on his bleedin’ knees

Everytime he’s on the scene

You gotta take a look You gotta take a look

 

Look at me cutaway Don’t you wanna say

Something comfortin’ to me

If I was a lucky one

Would you sing me song

Would you dry my...

 

Tears with a taste of honey

While I am moaning

Trying to fade away

Come to see the saddest man just for today

The galaxy spawned out a monster

On this rollercoaster   That you call wonderful life

Come to see this Doctor Jekyll looking for a wife

 

Look at me cutaway Don’t you wanna say

Something comfortin’ to me

If I was a lucky one

Would you sing me song

Stand up and cut a few capers then fall down and pray on this beautiful guy on your knees.



COME DIO COMANDA

Non ti sporgere dall’orlo di questa terra piatta

Prendi posto nella gabbia, mima la tua rabbia

Fonda una città di sabbia come Dio comanda

 

Ogni bivio che ho segnato in queste catacombe

Mi ha portato a Roma, dato fiato alle tue trombe

Con la bamba o con le bombe sulle barricate

Scegli le tue carte, il banco chiude le giocate

Con il re o con l’impiccato come Dio comanda

 

Il tuo pane quotidiano mi dà il mal di pancia

Ho giurato su un doblone ritto sulla plancia

Troppo tardi per far rotta dove Dio comanda

Ma regna la tua legge

Naufraga il mio orgoglio

Dentro il ventre del tuo pesce in un muto esilio

 

Le tue schiere nei supermercati, nelle chiese

All’entrata delle discoteche di paese

Nuove tesi affisse sui portali delle regge

Le piscine segnano i confini del tuo gregge

Dove regna la tua legge

Naufraga il mio orgoglio

Dentro il ventre del tuo pesce in un muto esilio

Ma muovo nell’abisso

Col tempo che mi avanza

Conservo il pelo e il vizio

Consumo una distanza

Una lega più lontano da dove Dio comanda

 

Eine doepe

Eine glaube

Kaefigen an der Kathedrale



NIGEL’S GOT A SWORD

Nigel’s got a radio   Nigel’s got a favourite song

Nigel’s got a C-3 PO   Nigel’s got

 

Nigel’s got no girlfriend   Nigel’s got his right hand

Nigel’s got his hidden words his comic books

his angry looks and...

 

Nigel is not a sporty kind   Nigel has not a brilliant mind

Nigel has got his magic doom

That could take him out of his room

 

Nigel’s got a sword

Is the seed lost is the seed sown

 

Nigel’s got a cellar door   He’s feedin’a twin under the floor

Nigel’s got a harder core   Nigel’s got

 

Nigel will leave his place to hide

Nigel it’s time to throw the dice

Nigel will meet his magic doom

That could take him out of his room

 

Nigel’s got a sword

Is the seed lost is the seed sown

 

Ready, 1, 2, 3, 4...

This story takes time to be told

Nigel, don’t wait the bite of the spider



THERE AND BACK AGAIN

Rose, lose your name but not your smell

Rose, I must confess I fell

In love with you again

 

Road, road that runs under my wheels

Road, every springtime is a thrill

But winter kills Forget your tea

We cross the gate again

 

Stairs climbin’ the raindrops

Butterflies over the treetops

We come, we come

Blades shine a bit brighter. Deep into the dungeon

 

We could walk through hell

By the path the flowers smell

You know it’s hard to be there and back again

 

Road, now the road goes ever on

Far, from the door where it began

We come, we come

Road, now the road goes ever on

And I, I must follow if I can

At every rainbow’s end

The pot is full of sand

You know it’s hard to be there and back again

 

Road goes on, ever on

Lead me To that mountain solitary

Where the lost goldOf the dwarves’ Lord sleeps

 

Road goes on, ever on. Lead me To apartments solitary

When things get worse Where my dad’s curse sleeps

 

Sea calls behind the wet hills Let’s smoke under the windmills

When the last ship sails This is where I’ll stay

In the end I love to be there and back again

GLASSES

I could count a million leaves

Dust upon my tapestry

With my brand new glasses

To be honest there are many things

Horace, more than I could think
Spittin’ in the glass I drink

It feels so good to see

That the right direction is

Out of windows glasses

It’s me looking through the mist

Past does not exist
I don’t seem what I thought to be

Glasses

DINAMITE

(Renzo Provinciali 1895-1981)

Sorgete, o paria oppressi Che soffrite tra soffitte e stamberghe grame
Potrà liberarvi da fame e da patimenti Solo la dinamite

Risorgi, plebaglia possente Tra il bagliore del gran giorno fatato
Distruggi ciò che è edificato, distruggi tutto Violentemente

Fa’ di sibili acuti e rimbombo Echeggiare le piazze mitragliate
E voi oppressi rovinate la terra e il cielo

Fate scoppiare il mondo

Dal vermiglio sangue dei ribelli Non sorga tra l’aurora desolata, no!
Non sorga la rinnovata pacifica famiglia Dei fratelli

Dall’immenso crollo del creato

E tutto ciò che in terra ebbe culla
Dalla fine del mondo sterminato

Solo liberator risorga il nulla.

WATERLOO

Si l’Occident était vraiment berceau de ma culture

Derrière moi j’entendrais pas gens qui murmurent

On dit qu’dans l’Univers nous sommes tous seuls et solitaires

Donc l’Univers a préféré se satisfaire

Ma soirée vomit café fichu boulot et potins des idiots

 

Voilà pourquoi j’respire mes légendes médiévales

Où l’ennemi se réfléchit sur mon métal mais

L’tourbillon de mon esprit si résigné hélas

Me lance ailleurs tout loin du temps et de l’espace

France siècle 19ème c’est pas le reve que je revais d’rever

 

Au lieu d’l’épée j’ai le mousquet

Cette uniforme ne peut pas me protéger

Mais l’général me dit “Pas mal T’es pret

pour faire la guerre à Waterloo!”

 

Comme Dante je vais défaillir je connais bien l’histoire

Aux français rien que merde et aux anglais la gloire

Route vers la Belgique j’ai un brouillard aux yeux

C’est pur cela qu’à l’arrivée j’me sens comme Hulk

Déjà vaincu t’as pas d’idées seulement ton sang

qui bouille comme la marée

 

Au lieu d’un chef j’ai ma colère

Qui grince mes dents et tourbillonne mes bras trop raides

Au lieu d’la peur j’ai la folie

Qui fait danser mes pieds... à Waterloo!

 

France souveraine, fierté d’l’empereur, viens!

Admire ton soldat qui bataille de coeur

Proud sons of England let’s roll up and see

Through Wellington’s armies he sings “C’est la vie”

 

C’est depuis lors. Q’je lutte encore

Contre l’déni Et l’ignorance. L’hypocrisie. Et la malchance

L’exploitation. La religion. Et le governement

Et ça c’est tous les jours ma Waterloo! A Waterloo!



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