Archivi giornalieri: 16 Febbraio 2015

I left my heart in your lap under a starry sky along the Thames (now give it back to me!)

 

Lyrics by Riccardo Piroddi

 

When I fell in love with you
the grey clouds turned blue,
a dog barked to the moon,
and around was muggy as noon.

On the next day met your sister
and I thought she was a mister,
she was chubby like a bubble
and I said her, it’s time for a double.

I left my heart in your lap
under a starry sky along the Thames,
now give it back to me,
give it back to me.

One week later it was raining,
it was going on my training,
thinking of you got on a train
but it didn’t stop my pain.

I left my heart in your lap
under a starry sky along the Thames,
now give it back to me,
give it back to me.

Then I saw you two once more
my smelly oysters on the shore
my love was rotting, I can’t deny
cause you’re like two seaweeds dried.

I started wandering about the pearls
my two countess with no earls,
silky skin like horseradish
scented breath like drunken Irish.

I left my heart in your lap
under a starry sky along the Thames,
now give it back to me,
give it back to me.

I left my heart in your lap
under a starry sky along the Thames,
now give it back to me,
give it back to me.

In the end what can you do?
Don’t forget your sister too
and bin my heart along with you!

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The bone of swine broth

 

(The Beatles “The long and winding road” cover)

Lyrics by Riccardo Piroddi

 

The bone of swine broth
that I had the night before,
do not ever digest
I still have it in me,
please leave me, dear broth,
let me go to bog.

You were so hot and bright
swallowin’ you was a fight,
a little piece of bone
got stuck in my teeth,
why did you do it to me
I’ve got spasms, you see.

Parsley overgrown,
potatoes as big as scone,
spicy, what a moan!
I felt like broken stone,
but kept on having you
till I run to the loo,
and nothing out of here
my tummy seems a sphere.
I’m sitting, waitin’ mmmh,
waitin’ in the bog.

But kept on having you
till I run to loo,
and nothing out of here
my tummy like a sphere.
I’m struggling, waitin’ mmmh,
waitin’ in the bog.

 

 

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I wanna fudge you

 

Lyrics by Riccardo Piroddi

 

My everlasting dream
in a can of creamy cream
I wanna fudge you.

Sweet butter and chocolate,
sugar and gleam,
I wanna fudge you.

Tender caramel, soft steam,
lickable drop of supreme,
I wanna fudge you.

I wanna fudge you
when you come in and go out,
when you come up and get down.
So, get down now and let me fudge you.
I wanna fudge you.
I wanna fudge you.
I wanna fudge you.

When I bite you,
I wanna fudge you.
While I’m tasting you,
I wanna fudge you.
When I spread you,
I wanna fudge you.

I wanna fudge you
when you come in and go out,
when you come up and get down.
So, get down now and let me fudge you.
I wanna fudge you.
I wanna fudge you.
I wanna fudge you.

 

 

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Pensiero della notte

 

L’Amore materno è l’archetipo di tutto ciò che gli uomini chiamano amore. È il modello con cui la Natura ha vivificato qualsiasi tipo di affezione positiva leghi tra loro le creature viventi: l’amore fraterno, parentale, amicale, relazionale, carnale e omosessuale. L’Amore materno è il canto della Natura, il germoglio della vita. Esso è fatto di carne e di sangue, di cuore e di battiti, non di versi dei poeti, perché l’amore dei poeti non dà la vita, celebra soltanto ciò che dà la vita. L’Amore materno è la prova naturale del fatto che la Donna-Madre sia stata incoronata e messa a sedere sul trono dell’esistenza. Nella religione della Natura, di cui io sono fedele, la Donna-Madre è l’unica divinità da adorare. Benedetta, dunque, la Donna-Madre, seme della storia del mondo, fiore della passione, origine e fine della vita.

 

 

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