Pensando a te

Been thinking about you
Your records are here
Your eyes are on my wall
Your teeth are over there
But I’m still no one
And you’re my star
What do you care?

Been thinking about you
And there’s no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I’m playing with myself
What do you care?
When the other men are far far better

All the things you’ve got
All the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?

I’ve been thinking about you
So how can you sleep
These people aren’t your friends
They’re paid to kiss your feet
They don’t know what I know
And why should you care
When I’m not there

Been thinking about you
And there’s no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I’m playing with myself
What do you care?
When I’m not there.

All the things you’ve got
She’ll never need
All the things you’ve got
I’ve bled and I’d bleed to please you

Been thinking about you…

Camminando nelle mie scarpe

Ci sono canzoni che in un particolare momento dell’anno acquistano un significato aggiuntivo, che riescono a dire qualcosa in più del solito.

I would tell you about the things they
put me through
The pain I’ve been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I’m not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fates made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn’t have been purer
My case is easy to see

I’m not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I’ve been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Now I’m not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Tornare a casa un pelo alticci alle ore piccole, col freddo e la nebbiolina di questi giorni, ascoltando questa canzone… Beh, potrebbe essere fatale. Soprattutto se il random del lettore è stato così bastardo da metterti prima In your room.

Supersonic

I need to be myself
I can’t be no-one else
I’m feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic
You can have it all but how much do you want it?
You make me laugh
Give me your autograph
Can I ride with you in your BMW ?
You can sail with me in my yellow submarine

You need to find out
‘Cause no-one’s gonna tell you what I’m on about
You need to find a way for what you want to say
But before tomorrow

‘Cause my friend said he’d take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
Nobody can see him
Nobody can ever hear him call

You need to be yourself
You can’t be no-one else
I know a girl called Elsa
She’s into Alka Seltzer
She sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train
She made me laugh
I got her autograph
She’s done it with a doctor on a helicopter
She’s sniffin in her tissue
Selling the Big Issue

She needs to find out
‘Cause no one’s gonna tell you what I’m on about
She needs to find a way for what she wants to say
But before tomorrow

‘Cause my friend said he’d take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
Nobody can see him
Nobody can ever hear him call