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Rough aperitif

Rough aperitif
C'mon let's meet at five in the parking lot
Two, three, four at Capo's you know that I'll take them
There's already Marchino, smiling, with his eye a bit dull
With Leo next to him, he doesn't speak but he has a whole world inside
I remember that we weren't many, but always happy
The paradox is that I preferred bikes to airplanes
When I'm in a situation with suited up people
I feel uncomfortable while they talk about the holiday
They went on with their children who go to the best school
With that smirk of those who believe they're right
I used to sing in a parking lot with Adriano and Alessandro
For me art is born in a street and then it becomes more, yeah
 
I'd want to wake up one morning, wouh oh oh oh
And find everything as it used to be, oh oh oh oh
You know, I now wake up and I feel fickle instead
I still don't know what path to choose
Now I'm always out of time instead and I feel far
From what I wanted to be
 
A rough aperitif and then I came back home for dinner
But I never ate and I skipped it like a prayer
With mum saying "Nicco, you seem off"
And I quietly said "Sorry, I'm going to sleep"
Don't tell me how to do things
Don't give me advices, don't make comments
Don't preach morals, I'm in a bad mood
My life is the same without your comments
It's full of artists who write albums
They feel sad but they are dealmakers
I grew up with Blasco1 in the car
We were seven pumping his albums, eh oh
Mind what you say
Have I changed? I don't think so
I have the same friends and I don't trust the rest
I only keep the part with no emotions going
Because among beasts you win if you keep your tears away
I have a supply of days that I use when I'm feeling low
Because living with writing is like getting past a breakdown
You don't make it, you fall to pieces, sitting among my insecurities
I lean on my doubts, they're always the same
And it doesn't matter how much you sweat but what you say
I can scream while smiling and you're one of the targets
You who had every fortune
And now you preach and scold
But it's easy to be great, covered in gold among the poorest
 
I'd want to wake up one morning, wouh oh oh oh
And find everything as it used to be, oh oh oh oh
You know, I now wake up and I feel fickle instead
I still don't know what path to choose
Now I'm always out of time instead and I feel far
From what I wanted to be
 
  • 1. Vasco Rossi, Italian rock singer-songwriter
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