The Clash, Hate & War

Ramones, Psyco Therapy

The Clash, One more time

Gravedigger V, The mirror cracked

Iggy Pop, Five foot one

Crass, Bloody revolutions

my innerspace

is colourfull and silent

half a glass I dip in

a tray holds up spiritual splits

an essential warehouse and slide

all the cherubim and evil

morning dew morning dew

if the trip is over

intensive and romantic

a sentimental journey

please come in

silent roses and precious cheeks

greetings in early sun ray

wisdom of several may

there are mountains of worries

mountains of desires

balancing each others,

would you remember

the gate

the fade

the down beats

shocking for us

Mazzy Star, Short highway

Anna Calvi, No more words

PJ Harvey, The last living rose

Ani di Franco, O my my

Yeah yeah yeahs, Man

Janis joplin, Half moon

The sources are mixed with the river

rivers with the Ocean

the winds of Heaven always

cakes in motion unite

nothing in the world is single

and everything to divine law

a force meets and merges.

Why not I with you?

See the mountains kiss high

of  Heaven, and that the waves one by one

embrace. No sister-flower

would live more backward toward his brother-flower.

And the glow of the sun covers the earth

and the moonbeams kiss the sea.

What all this work tender

if you do not want to kiss me?

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Bob Dylan, It’s alright,ma(I’m only bleeding)

Devendra Banhart, Lazy butterfly

The Beatles, happiness is a warm gun

The Beatles, Magical mistery tour

Rolling Stones, Jigsaw puzzle

the (international) noise conspirancy, The black mask

Pearl Jam, Save you

Mad season, Wake up

they scream and push

in the rising euphoria

all these things can be

each smell each taste

we had so deeply

a watercolour purpose

and hands in their own place

softly touching istant glances

you all madrigals, hurry up hurry up!

all these things can be

more beauty

more creep

passo a passo le vaghe colazioni

la vita degli spaventapasseri nella piega dei quotidiani

fra caffé e notiziari

ci sono residui e prestiti

ci sono finestre che si aprono e poi si chiudono

con gli ultimi valzer mi guardo indietro

costa ancora tanto

non rimanere sotto gli archivi che sono

memorie individuali

cani e bambini hanno simpatie per me

intanto sto facendo sto facendo sto facendo tutto

il possibile da fare

non tralascio che mai

e tutti i demoni notturni e diurni

feriali o festivi che siano

non mollano non mollano