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lifeisallaboutmusic:

E quando il vento ancora si fermava un po’
Tra i miei capelli, inventavo favole.
Poi cadde giù,
Ma avevo già le mani in tasca.
Quanti eroi caduti, dal coraggio ed ingannati
Dall’incenso e dal bianco che qualcuno venderà.
Dove vanno gli angeli a dormire,
Dove son finite le illusioni e i sogni
Che nessuno compra più,
Tra incerte ombre effimere.

Pazzi, forti eroi, tutto era sbagliato,
Vi è mancato il tempo di riprendere fiato.
Il sangue alla testa si fermò
E scelse anche per voi.

Trascinati da un furto di coscienza,
Abbagliati da miti e da leggende,
Di miracoli pieni i nostri sogni,
Non ci bastano più quando fa luce.

Come non si fanno oscure
Sempre si alzerà,
Una luce accesa o spenta ci sarà.
Mentre dal buio,
Intanto spunterà una nuova favola,
La gente guarderà, qualcuno invecchierà.

Dove i mostri e i santi crepano
E Dio forse è sceso già,
Due miliardi di occhi in lacrime,
In faccia a quel che riderà.

Dove i mostri e i santi crepano
E Dio forse è sceso già,
Due miliardi di occhi in lacrime,
In faccia a quel che riderà.

Disposti in cerchio, a raccontare anche al nemico il tuo destino.
Insieme contro abbracciati innanzi terre ignote.
Ostie sporche di sangue, noi a chiedere perché.
Mentre gli occhi sconfinano verso le stelle,
Le due ali sottili basterebbero a noi.
Ecco il canto di un vecchio, ubriaco e scontento,
Che si infetta le ansie che straripano già.
Troppo scuri i silenzi, nei dintorni e qui dentro,
Forse le lucciole non si amano più.
Non so come la morte profumi d’incenso,
E di suoni di venti e campane.

E quando il vento ancora si fermava un po’
Tra i miei capelli, inventavo favole.
Poi cadde giù,
Ma avevo già le mani in tasca.
Quanti eroi traditi, dal coraggio ed ingannati
Dall’incenso e dal bianco che qualcuno venderà.
Dove vanno gli angeli a dormire,
Dove son finite le illusioni e i sogni
Che nessuno compra più,
Tra incerte ombre effimere.

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lifeisallaboutmusic:

My mind is clearer now
At last
All too well
I can see
Where we all
Soon will be
If you strip away
The myth
From the man
You will see
Where we all
Soon will be

Jesus!
You’ve started to believe
The things they say of you
You really do believe
This talk of God is true

And all the good you’ve doneWill soon get swept away
You’ve begun to matter more
Than the things you say

Listen Jesus
I don’t like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember
I’ve been your right hand man all along
You have set them all on fire
They think they’ve found the new Messiah
And they’ll hurt you when they find they’re wrong

I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of God then, we called you a man
And believe me
My admiration for you hasn’t died
But every word you say today
Gets twisted ‘round some other way
And they’ll hurt you if they think you’ve lied

Nazareth
Your famous son
Should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood
He’d have made good
Tables, chairs and oaken chests
Would have suited Jesus best
He’d have caused nobody harm
No one alarm

Listen Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don’t you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied
Have you forgotten how put down we are?
I am frightened by the crowd
For we are getting much too loud
And they’ll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far

Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
But it’s sad to see our chances weakening with ev’ry hour
All your followers are blind
Too much heaven on their minds
It was beautiful, but now it’s sour
Yes it’s all gone sour
Ah —- ah ah ah —- ah
God Jesus, it’s all gone sour

Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
So come on, come on, listen to me.
Ah —- ah
Come on, listen, listen to me.
Come on and listen to me.
Ah —- ah

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lifeisallaboutmusic:

The Devil went down to Georgia,
He was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind, ‘cause he was way behind,
So he was willing to make a deal
When he come across this young man
Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the Devil jumps up on a hickory stump

And said,”Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn’t know it,
But I’m a fiddle player too
And if you’d care to take a dare,
I’ll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy,
But give the Devil his due
I’ll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
‘Cause I think I’m better than you”

The Boy Said:
“My name’s Johnny and it might be a sin,
But I’ll take your bet, you’re gonna regret
‘Cause i’m the best that’s ever been”
Johnny, rosin up your bow
And play your fiddle hard,
‘Cause hell’s broke loose in Georgia
And the Devil deals the cards
And if you win you’ll get
This shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!

The Devil opened up his case and said,
“I’ll start this show”
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across
The strings and it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in and it
Sounded something like this
When the Devil finished,

Johnny Said:
“Well you’re pretty good old son
But sit down in that chair right there,
And let me show you how it’s done”
(Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run!
The Devil’s in the house of the rising sun
The Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no)

Devil bowed his head because
He knew that he’d been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny’s feet

Johnny Said:
“Devil, just c’mon back
If you ever wanna try again
‘Cause I told you once, you son of a gun,
I’m the best that’s ever been!”
(Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run!
Devil’s in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough,
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no)

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lifeisallaboutmusic:

Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said dreamer, you’re nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said “Far out, - What a day, a year, a laugh it is!”
You know, - Well you know you had it comin’ to you,
Now there’s not a lot I can do

Dreamer, you stupid little dreamer;
So now you put your head in your hands, oh no!
I said “Far out, - What a day, a year, a laugh it is!”
You know, - Well you know you had it comin’ to you,
Now there’s not a lot I can do.

Well work it out someday

If I could see something
You can see anything you want boy
If I could be someone-
You can be anyone, celebrate boy.
If I could do something-
Well you can do something,
If I could do anything-
Well can you do something out of this world?

Take a dream on a Sunday
Take a life, take a holiday
Take a lie, take a dreamer
dream, dream, dream, dream, dream along…

Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said dreamer, you’re nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
OH NO!