Un uomo senza sogni, senza utopie, senza ideali sarebbe un cinghiale laureato in matematica pura.
(Fabrizio De Andrè)
(Fabrizio De Andrè)
Well I guess what you say is true
il successo raramente viene perdonato.
(Guè Pequeno, Club Dogo)
I am afraid
Afraid of losing time
(Annie Mac radio rip)
I’ve been walking in the same way as i did
And missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
(visto che non posso farlo in radio, lo faccio sul mio blog. Da oggi)
My drinking is killing me
K-k-kill
My smoking is killing me
My diet’s killing me
My heels are killing me
My shopping’s killing me
My ego is killing me
Can’t sleep, it’s killing me
My label’s killing me
Kick drum…
My phone is killing me
My email is killing me
These hours are killing me
My tour is killing me
This flight is killing me
My manager’s killing me
My mother’s killing me
My landlord’s killing me
My boss is killing me
The TV is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
My boyfriend is killing me
My talking’s killing me
Killing me
Killing me
K-k-killing me
Can’t sleep, it’s killing me
My dreams are killing me
The TV is killing me
My talking’s killing me
Let go, you’re killing me
Ease up, you’re killing me
Calm down, you’re killing me
My god, you’re killing me
K-k-killing me
My drinking is killing me
My smoking is killing me
My head is killing me
My mind is killing me
My back is killing me
My neck is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
My gut is killing me
My PMS is killing me
My email is killing me
These hours are killing me
My tour is killing me
This flight is killing me
My manager’s killing me
My mother’s killing me
My landlord’s killing me
My smoking is killing me
The TV is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
Ease up, you’re killing me
Let go, you’re killing me
Calm down, you’re killing me
My god, you’re killing me
Un artista non può mai camminare dietro il suo pubblico.
(Lucio Battisti)