ritornerò…
Ti ho cercata in mezzo ai volti che vedevo intorno a me
più credevo di trovarti più eri inafferrabile
ogni tanto m’illudevo fossi veramente tu
e sentivo la tua voce anche se già non c’eri più
“Ritornerò, ritornerò”
Poi una sera d’estate ho aperto gli occhi ed eri lì
le nostre giovani vite quasi indivisibili
forse è stato il troppo amore o l’incoscienza dell’età
aprendo quella porta hai detto “Tutto si sistemerà”
“Ritornerò, ritornerò”
Ed il tempo se ne andò con te
tra i rimpianti e le lacrime
e i ricordi e la felicità
a l’Amore che non tornerà
che quando si perde è perso ormai
chissà un giorno se mi rivedrai
ti batterà il cuore per un po’
solamente per un attimo
Sono stato come un cane, mi sono buttato via
con qualunque umiliazione, anche sotto casa tua
la finestra illuminata, lui che ti stringeva a se
io che avrei voluto urlarti e urlare a tutto il mondo che
“Ritornerò, ritornerò”
Le stagioni poi passarono
i ricordi se ne andarono
restò solo la malinconia
dell’Amore che è fuggito via
Si asciugarono le lacrime
le fotografie e le lettere
cicatrici dentro all’anima
tanto il male si dimentica
Ma poi mi sono svegliato e intorno c’era casa mia
d’improvviso non ho più provato alcuna nostalgia
perchè ho visto la mia vita e le persone accanto a me
l’Amore alla fine ha detto il vero nel promettere
“Ritornerò, ritornerò”
….sperando in un 2009 di ritorni….
This day next year – Karate
Words are the worst way to say what I have to say,
but sometimes you can’t play how you want to play to show it well.
And this is one splinter of a sentence,
both a pain and a pleasure to try to expel.
But I have to tell about the years of influence
and artless advice that can still only escape in a struggling, stilted excuse for a smile.
And when you’re parked over on the wrong side of nowhere
no amount off nothing is going to make it worthwhile.
A touch, subdived, rinsed, and sold,
before the hands have a chance to get cold,
as an eyelash pries an hour from the schedules of the uninvolved.
And your sills so-called insulation can only sigh at December Sundays, unsolved.
So like the transportation of the suns,
ou must hold steady to the ones who light your mornings, nights, and aftermoons.
And if you should grow angry with the pace of chance,
don’t be afraid to make some plans for December Sundays soon.
Today you missed her getting up once again.
Well boy, you’ve got to listen to me-promise her you’ll rise this day next year from this very bed.
consigliata da un amico…
cosa non darei…
Holly Brook – What I Wouldn’t Give
Feeling like I can’t forgive, but I want to
it’s like I don’t know how to live, I’m afraid to
I used to think take them as they come, without hesitations, no
now it’s like my head is filled with lies, and persuasions
as the sun begins to fall I hear her calling out to me she’s sayin’ hurry it’s one more day gone
what I wouldn’t give just to forget
so I can remember how to live again
I wanna live again
I am feeling dissonant, and distracted
the toxic chemicals are spilling in my head and they’re bleeding deadly reactions
and as the moon begins to rise he shows me all the colors that I’m hiding I’m hiding myself
what I wouldn’t give just to forget
what I wouldn’t give to get some rest
so I can remember how to live again
I wanna live again
am I desperately losing this fight
when I should really be choosing my flight
take me now
what I wouldn’t give just to forget
what I wouldn’t give to get some rest
so I can remember how to live again
I wanna live again (x2)
the woman who can’t be moved
The Script
The Man Who Can’t Be Moved
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don’t understand,
I’m not…broke I’m just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you…
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving…x2
Policeman says son you can’t stay here,
I said there’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving…x4
People talk about the guy
Who’s waiting on a girl…
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world…
Hmmmm
and maybe I’ll get famous as man who can’t be moved,
And maybe you won’t mean to but you’ll see me on the news,
And you’ll come running to the corner…
Cos you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved x2
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]
