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HEGEL SAYS NOTHING ABOUT DESPERATE SUNDAYS
Florence is burning.
And I find nothing better
than a clothing store
to search for inspiration.
"But here there's only
bore and conditioned air!"
This is depressing.
This is depressing.
And my heart warns:
"Move or I will fall!"
I could throw myself in the arms of a tourist.
And cry: "Mister, won't you tell me
how I can save a desperate Sunday?
Hegel says nothing about.
And summer radios
keep spreading summer love songs.
They're so intrusive.
They seem to know about me.
This is outrageous.
This is outrageous.
And my heart warned:
"Move or I will fall!"
So I throw myself in the arms of a tourist.
And cry: "Mister, won't you tell me
how I can save a desperate Sunday?"
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Domestic
04:52
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DOMESTIC
Welcome mat,
I rely on you.
Will you keep them away?
Will you keep them away from me?
Coffee pot,
I rely on you.
I don't want fall asleep.
Keep pouring caffeine.
Until the house
falls down on us
I will remain with you.
Telephone,
I rely on you.
Will you hang up to them?
Will you hang up to them for me?
Stripped bed,
I rely on you.
If I should fall asleep
take me in.
Take me in.
Until the house
falls down on us
I will remain with you.
But here they have come!
I hear them climbing on the terrace
and pressing against the windows.
"We go to disco!
What are you going to do?"
Oh, I love discos!
When they are closed.
So I hide into the cupboard
and pretend to be a tea set.
I'm domestic tonight.
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EVERY TIME I MISS YOU MY SONGBOOK REJOICES
Say my love.
Is there enough space in your heart
to hold the both of us?
Caroline said
that you were sleeping in Brick Lane.
I came.
But you were not there.
I missed you again.
I missed you again.
Commonplaces about artistic deeds
say creation needs some melancholy.
If this is true,
then I have just composed
my eighty fourth declaration of woe.
I missed you again.
I missed you again.
Say my love.
Is there enough space in your heart
to hold the both of us?
Augustine said
that you were crying in Leicester Square.
I came.
But you were not there.
I missed you again.
I missed you again.
And if I don't
find you soon
I will drown
in my songbook.
Commonplaces about artistic deeds
say creation needs some melancholy.
If this is true,
then I have just composed
my eighty fifth declaration of woe.
Now Adam says
that you are begging in Edgware.
I come.
My love,
I come.
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Nocturne
03:08
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NOCTURNE
Look how Eveline drowse
soothed by domestic lights.
As ink seals up the books
and specific weights increase.
Again,
she comes again
to give the peace to all of us.
But what an excessive grace!
For who could stand
the gravity of a whole civilization asleep?!
Again,
she comes again
to give the peace to all of us.
But we can't receive.
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Farewell to Hearth and Home Firenze, Italy
Generated by an accidental gathering-and-sedimentation process of nomad musicians around the glorious Legri's Farm, Farewell to Hearth and Home are Athos Molteni, Diego Boboli, Marco Balducci, Francesco Fanciullacci, Nicola Beneventi and Emma Lanza. Cautious commentors marked their musical outcomes as reassuring “indie rock”; the most audacious forged the bizarre label of “rural folk wave”. ... more
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