VILLA INFERNO

DEAD PENFRIEND
drop me a line from heaven / dead penfriend / there i heard it’s only peace and love / peace and love and not a word / i wonder what’s wrong with heaven  / please tell us / i just know the problems down here  / good times have gone that is all i can tell / dear dead penfriend / i know a girl from heaven / called mary / she’s the kind i like and that’s no good /
you sinner! / because probably she can see me / uh oh oh oh / when i hang around with devil’s son down here / good times have gone that is all i can tell  / dear dead penfriend uh / antonio since i got a dead penfriend

PUNK LULLABY
sweet sweet baby / punk lullaby / he’s milky tall and skinny  / got hands petite and clean / he’s a kind of girl / he looks so much younger / a sort of dorian gray / he’s a kind of girl / just a kind of girl / when he’s looking at his feet / in a kind of punk lullaby / just a kind of girl / But he’s a man enough to her / sweet sweet baby / punk lullaby / she’s rude and neurotic / she got a fucked up car / she’s a kind of boy / the way she talk is dirty / and digs politics and rock / she’s a kind of boy / she’s a kind of boy / when she’s driving in her car / in a kind of punk lullaby / she’s a kind of boy / but she’s a girl enough to him / sweet sweet baby / punk lullaby

BEAT THE DRUM
you gotta beat the drum kid and gotta beat it louder / doesn’t matter what they say doesn’t matter no complaint
you gotta beat it harder ’till the rythm is done / you gotta hold your breath kid and gotta hold it longer / when times get rough and no one’s there / you’ll be the one to take good care / you gotta hold your breath kid / may not have a sense kid do you hear me / we’re gonna write togheter our own constitution / we’re gonna live togheter without an institution / the rise and fall of failure land it’s up to you to make it stand / you’re gonna build it up boy you’re gonna wreck it down man / we’re the bellybutton for the new intentions / gotta beat the drum for the twist generation
the rise and fall of failure land it’s up to you to make it stand / you’re gonna build it up boy gotta wreck it down man
oh lalalalala stand up stand up oh lalalala

DIRTY FEET
heretical poetry and italian wine / please take me away from the modern times / freedom means nothing when you’re out of luck / but nothing is freedom if you lose attack / i have dirty feet i got nowhere to go / i have dirty feet laying on the street / and got a smile on my face / i got a million persons inside my head / a thousand are dead and the rest feel bad / but nothing can hurt me i am not working today / freedom means nothing on such a sunny day

VANA GLORIA
io sono un uomo soltanto un uomo  / e non vi chiedo nessun perdono / scappa! scappa! scappa! / io sono un uomo ed in quanto uomo  / decido io quello che sono / scappa! scappa! ah! / c’era una storia di vana gloria / che tengo impressa nella memoria / meglio morto morto stecchito / che piagnucolare da vivo per il paradiso / meglio storto ed in torto marcio  / che farsi calare le braghe da la verità / io sono un uomo che odia il frastuono / e non mi curo dell’abbandono
scappa! scappa! scappa! / un uomo buono già prono e domo  / mai un pensiero o soltanto un dono / scappa! scappa! ah! / c’era una storia di vana gloria / di questa storia canto a memoria / meglio morto morto stecchito / che piagnucolare da vivo per il paradiso / meglio storto ed in torto marcio / che farsi calare le braghe da la verità
uh! uh! uh! /c’era una storia di vana gloria / di un uomo solo e del suo volo / era convinto di essere quello /che decideva con il cervello /ma perse il sonno mordeva il letto /prendeva a pugni il pavimento /e la sua casa dette alle fiamme /urlava forte perdeva sangue /meglio che poi risorto /in un mondo di uomini sterco che non sanno
meglio morto morto da solo /che elemosinare per sempre la solità idea

VENT’ANNI
un reggimento di poveri operai di partito /una scopata per caso e l’anello è già al dito /tempo vent’anni crescevano coi denti cariati / i perdenti da loro generati / mi ricordo un piazzale mi vestivo già male /convinto che io non ero uguale ma /avevo amici daltonici precoci e già tristi /allegramente fatalisti / avevo solo vent’anni /io quando avevo vent’anni avevo sonno / dalla terrazza sul mare fino al centro sociale / manciate di sputi e poi finiva già male / c’era quello già povero e chi ci diventava / la fica alla fine li uccideva / avevo tasche stracolme di cazzate orientali / ottimismo da spiaggia e coltellini speciali /credevo in maometto come a babbo natale / che fondamentalmente è uguale / avevo solo vent’anni / io quando avevo vent’anni ero uno stronzo

FIGLIO DI PUTTANA
nella testa di mio padre ci sta come un temporale / pochi lampi di genio nazional popolare / ci sta un canto di sirena tipo un suono sempre uguale / niente a vedere con la musica piuttosto col volare / oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! mamma…
nella testa di mio padre ci sta come un grande fuoco / non mi cagava molto però a me fregava poco / io cantavo a squarciagola già nel cortile della scuola / lui andava a lavorare, a faticare a guadagnare / oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! mamma…
mia madre è strana mi dà del figlio di puttana / e fra un MS e l’altra se nè andata la mia infanzia / nella testa di mio padre il tempo ha preso quel che ha dato / così lui ricorda solo d’esser stato innamorato / e all’amore ha dato un peso un nome un volto ed un colore / nero come l’avvenire oscuro come un’avvocato / oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! mamma…
mia madre è strana mi da del figlio di puttana / e fra un ms e l’altra se nè andata la mia infanzia

OH, THE RIVER
oh me! oh me! i just can’t see / the beauty of the sea / is too big / but the river oh the river / probably i’m at fault / but is not a joke / the sky got really nothing wrong / yes i know / but the river oh the river / flows by flows by
just like my life until the last breath / flows by flows by / and seems to make things work togheter / flows by flows by
the river flows in one direction / flows by flows by / the river the river / my river can stand it all / no matter what
as long as i wonder but / it’all wrong  / but the river oh the river / dum dum dum dum / it’s all gone / but the river oh the river / flows by flows by / just like my life until the last breath / flows by flows by /and seems to make things work togheter / flows by flows by / the river flows in one direction / flows by flows by / the river the river

LIKE A GIRL NEVER WOULD
this gorgeous sun that’s coming up
will turn you on
like a girl never would
this urge you got is meant to burn
will make you float
like a girl never would
you’re gonna talk loud to the wind
gonna boogie on the wild side of swing
you get in touch with Pasolini and
both take a walk in Paris ’68
that’s what a girl would not
what a girl would not make
this parking lot is cool and still
as you’re sleeping in
like a girl never would
this late nite talk with thieves and scum
make you feel god
like a girl never would
you’re gonna hit a costa rica trip
and get drunk on the dark side of politics
you get in touch with Guy Debord and
plot a coup d’etat in the u.s.a.
that’s what a girl would not
what a girl would not make

HE WAS ROBERT ZIMMERMAN
there’s a tale i often tell
about a boy who chained the world
with his own hands
then became old and lost his grace
and every moment drew a line
on his face
and is no holiday
just like bob dylan
he was robert zimmerman
just a boy
discovering life
mr. bob dylan
he was robert zimmermann
just a boy
youth is richness
youth is art
you can fail a million times
but you’re gonna rise up
right now i’m a young man
and my blood is compromised
not cigarettes or drinks
death comes cause of life
and it’s no holiday
mr. bob dylan
he was robert zimmerman
just a boy
discovering life
mr. bob dylan
he was robert zimmerman
just a boy
discovering life
just a boy
discovering life