Death To Los Campesinos!

You've been broken down I go

(war economy)

father führer, don't be mad at me

peasant child, you're into botany

splitting necks and calling the dichotomy

"BEWARE" the sign on the door suggests -

I'm better off with artificial intelligence



I invented you

(I invented you)

AND I WILL DESTROY YOU.



If you catch me with my hands in the till

I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal

I'm just swimming in copper

to smell and pretend

like a robot!



Well, if a leopard doesn't change it's spots

you can't change my perceptions just from dots to dots

i swap the bruising for a bumping sensation

i'll be ctrl-alt-deleting your face with no reservations

I will stop flighting once your circuit board's igniting

singing, "I'M NOT FINISHED, I'M NOT FINISHED! No!"



Mistaking cables for veins can be quite misleading,

friction sparks the metal made it look like bleeding



If you catch me with my hands in the till

I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal

i'm just swimming in copper

to smell and pretend

like a robot!

Un tattoo per non pensarci più!

Mi sono fatta un tatuaggio,

si: il primo a 32 anni!

Che sfigata o che fortunata?

Era da questa estate che volevo farlo.

Solo venerdì mi sono convinta.

Troppe cose da buttare alle spalle:

il dolore, la sensazione di schifo...

E tanti motivi per guardare avanti:

un nuovo posto dove vivere (non a cui appartenere),

i capitoli della tesi di dottorato da concludere (nonostante il desiderio di mollare tutto)

e i capitoli di vita a Trento da salutare un po' alla volta:

c'è chi per sempre (perché non merita più di stare nella mia vita),

ma ci sono anche molti che invece mi porto con me,

non sul tatuaggio, ma più a fondo.

Insomma, è ora di cambiare aria, di voltare pagina, di iniziare qualcosa di nuovo,

che mi dia un po' di entusiasmo e

che torni a dare a voi i miei sorrisi stellari.

Una stella per tutto questo:

per quello che mi butto alle spalle e non voglio più vedere e

per gli amici che, durante tutti questi anni,

senza farsi vedere sono entrati dentro di me.

The Dandy Warhols

A long time ago
We used to be friends but I
Haven't thought of you lately at all
If ever again A greeting I send to you
Short and sweet to the soul I intend
Hoho ohohoh Hoho ohohoh Hoho ohohoh Hoho ohohoh
Come on now honey
Bring it on bring it on yeah
Just remember me when
You're good to go
Come on now sugar
Bring it on bring it on yeah
Just remember me when

It's something I said
Or someone I know
Or you called me up
Maybe I wasn't home
Now everybody needs some time
And everybody knows
The rest of it's fine
And everybody knows now
Come on now sugar
Bring it on bring it on yeah
Just remember me when
You're good to go
Come on now honey
Bring it on bring it on yeah
Just remember me when
We used to be friends
A long time ago
We used to be friends
A long time ago
We used to be friends
A long time ago
We used to be friends
Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh
Eeeeaaaahhhhhh
Hoho ohohoh Hoho ohohoh Hoho ohohoh Hoho ohohoh
A long time ago
We used to be friends but I
Haven't thought of you lately at all
If ever again A greeting I send to you
Short and sweet to the soul I intend

We used to be friends
A long time ago
We used to be friends
A long time ago
We used to be friends
A long time ago
We used to be friends
Hoho ohohoh Hoho ohohohHoho ohohoh Hoho ohohoh

Nausea - Beck

1, 2, 3, 4

Now I'm a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin' in my ears

Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

Now I'm a straight-line walker
In a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over
In an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers
Working for some God
Who could see his own reflection
In a parking lot

Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
No it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

Now I'm a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes

It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

Ferrara - No grazie!

Un'iniziativa delle donne di Livorno.