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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