Qualche canzone che ho scritto senza pretese di dare una coerenza stilistica ma più come esercizio o sperimentazione di un genere.

Roses and Chocolate

Guazzabuglio di vecchio cantautorato italiano (Battiato, Dalla, De André) e nuovo cantautorato internazionale (Frusciante, The Tallest Man On Earth).

 
Roses and chocolate non fa per me

And I got nothing at all but myself

E se ti dico che ti vedo in sogno

That’s cause I’m scared of say I love you

 

Ricordo male ciò che è passato

Così il futuro lo tengo lontano

E se ora fingo di sembrare morto

That’s cause I’m scared of say I love you

 

A rollercoaster dentro di me

And I can’t get you out of my head

E se ti chiedi perché ho un labbro rotto

That’s cause I’m scared of say I love you

 

Roses and chocolate non fa per me

And I got nothing to say about that

E se continuerà anche mentre dormo

That’s cause I’m scared of say I love you

 

The End of Every Known Thing

Canzone di fantascienza dove una vaga idea di James Blake inciampa in una voce stile Incubus snaturata dall’auto-tune.
 

 
I’ve been waiting for so long

I’ve been searching

But now the Earth

is swelling

 

Now the Earth is swelling

Merging all the stars

Now the Earth is swelling

Merging all the nebulas

 

Spinnin n Rollin

È una canzone scherzosa. Tratta l’amore ai tempi di Dioniso, quando Gesù Cristo non era ancora arrivato a imporre tanti timori.
 

 
It makes me feel like a T-shirt in a washing machine

I’m always spinnin’ ‘n’ rollin’, spin- spinnin’ ‘n’ rollin’

When my dreams become crazier than Jesus in hell

I wanna sin like a menade, sin- sin like a menade

 

It’s something that happen in the morning when I

Wake up with your toes rubbing down my haunch

Realizing the dream I was having before

Adding something more

 

Wear no pajamas ‘cause the temperature’s hot

I say «Ei» you say «Ou»

You make me go on and on and spinnin’ ‘n’ roll

I’m gonna have this feeling all day long

 

It makes me feel like a T-shirt in a washing machine

I’m always spinnin’ ‘n’ rollin’, spin- spinnin’ ‘n’ rollin’

When my dreams become crazier than Jesus in hell

I wanna sin like a menade, sin- sin like a menade

 

My arms are snakes and your skin is the sand

Soft and smooth I turn it into goose

I don’t give a shit about the ditch between beds

I’m gonna have you darling anyway

 

It makes me feel like a T-shirt in a washing machine

I’m always spinnin’ ‘n’ rollin’, spin- spinnin’ ‘n’ rollin’

When my dreams become crazier than Jesus in hell

I wanna sin like a menade, sin- sin like a menade