Giovanni Ferrario Alliance – Places, Names, Numbers – LYRICS

SOWEIJA
(testo e musica di Giovanni Ferrario

sell your little things for an honest price
It’s a trivial matter that could bring some help
to live by the sea without asking for more
from that group of fools thirsty for stupidities
not without pride now you can stay
alone but free of doubts of many kind
It’s the end of the chapter ‘humanity’
sunk along with ‘ideology’
don’t forget the last time
don’t forget the last time
the light too strong had made you blind
noise terrified you and then the fall
relax while trashing an entire decade
sit down in search of a memory
shoot yourself in the past century
when you thought things were not going so well
you can see for yourself with great clarity
how memory does the most nasty of tricks
having no faith in your ability
It’s like throwing your life
in the mouth of corporations
don’t forget the last time
don’t forget the last time
the light too strong had meade you blind
noise terrified you and then the fall
you’re done with the factory
they dare not looking in your eyes
let’s talk about it anyway
they benefit for everything
you’re done with the factory
they dare not looking in your eyes

HE FELL
(testo e musica di Giovanni Ferrario)

All is well
the boat has finally set sail
not a witness who can say otherwise
we’ll never know
if It’s taking the right direction
don’t matter if my perception is clear
what is the noise that comes between us now
why do you need to say It’s gone forever
I will come
I just want to see his face
he has never got a single word
not for me to judge your intention
you’ve decided to take the shortest way
too many days we’ve spent only making plans
everything has changed
and now you can’t say that It was right to wait
he finally sat down
he sat down – he fell down
he’s afraid
today he fight his fellows
could you imagine a better wake
you see
no way to resolution
there’s no other way to leave the stage
looking back at the precious time you wasted
you can hear the echoes of the preachers
he finally sat down
he sat down
he fell down
he finally sat down
he sat down
he fell down
he finally sat down
he sat down
he fell down

GOOSE 4
(testo e musica di Giovanni Ferrario

I give you this thing
I’ve always kept close to me
if not in my pocket
I’ve held it in my mind
and I ask you explicitly
not to be so shallow

something warm
if you feel confused
something to lose
on a sunny day
I ask you, please
don’t be such a goose

help me to not fall

money makers
meaning seekers
ego maniacs with feeding problems
to all these brothers
goes a gift
my boredom

jigsaw puzzles and dominoes
just a nip before going to bed
hop on this train and take care

to all these brothers
goes a gift
my boredom
(ripete)

WHERE TO GO
(testo e musica di Giovanni Ferrario)

I don’t know
where to go
I never know
a place to go

OAXACA
(testo e musica di Giovanni Ferrario)

the bus arrives at 04:00 a.m. and I am tired but determined
the road from the bus station in the scent of flowers tells me that I’m fine
I can breathe again

bienvenidos gringos
touches the sky and die, I’m not one of those
Oaxaca sleeping in a wind too hot and sweet, but I feel good
I walk and I breath it all

leave behind old habits and stay still It’s not a new life
but I have to stay calm for now
I sleep a long dry night without nightmares / means a lot now
I feel at home
I see better

bienvenidos gringos
touches the sky and die, I’m not one of those
see! Oaxaca wakes up in a sunny day like many other times
like many other dreams
I look at the box
I find a cache in the room
it might be useful, like many other times

bienvenidos gringos touches the sky and you die
like many other times
like many others

like many others

BRUSH
this month four injections
four red pills for me
then the others two
they’re so cute
I start to see into something
I want more
a week free from nightmares
a new set of brushes
to look aside of myself
to go back to Australia
look at that girl
she looks so addicted to these killer days
I’d like to have this awareness
or not having at all
light years from my body
I can finally hear something real
my friend is talking to me
we are so together
as we’ve been for a long time
we can’t wait to sit down for breakfast
we want more
we want to stay together
take a look at the pressure
nearly complies with the rules
It’s a good habit to forget about it

WISH 33RD
(testo e musica di Giovanni Ferrario)

welcome back you deserved wish
I thought I’d never see you again
they say It’s not too late
to put some things on a silver plate
and see if they’re still edible
I heard some rumours out there
I prick up my ears and in the end
I  do have been able to hear
I went down the street in my slippers
I began to fight against the fascists
you see my desire was just asleep
welcome back you deserved wish
no socks
so cold
you need boots to fight)
welcome back you deserved wish
I thought I’d never see you again
they say It’s not too late
to put some things on a silver plate
and see if they’re still edible

CECINA
(testo e musica di Giovanni Ferrario)

standing at the Crystal bar
waiting for Lara to come
I turn around and my gaze
falls on the lake once more
I feel It’s the right time for me to figure out
if this is the place where I belong
It takes me five minutes more
waiting for Lara to come
the road from here descends to the bay
and then you take the boat
as you expand the tangle of your thoughts
two hours more
this has become an old game
that you’re playing alone
in silence far from the shore
here it should be deep enough
assume the position

COSTA
(Robert Wyatt / Alfreda Benge)

Orange
fierce orange of the egg shaped fireball
plopping into the ocean
as the earth tips backwards towards night

Orange
scratched orange of the gas bottles
delivered, for lack of pipline
dragged to the door by the man in a wig

Orange
soft orange of two full moons
one high, one low in a puddle mirror
floating in a pathole of the unmade road

arancia
feroce arancione della forma di uovo palla di fuoco
plopping nell’oceano
come le punte di terra all’indietro verso la notte
arancia
arancione graffiato delle bombole
consegnato, per mancanza di gasdotto
trascinato fino alla porta da un uomo in una parrucca
arancia
arancio dolce di due lune piene
uno alto, uno basso in uno specchio pozza
galleggiante in una buca della strada non asfaltata