Maurizio ferrarotti torino è la mia città 2011
Maurizio ferrarotti torino è la mia città 2011 Maurizio ferrarotti torino è la mia città 2011
FLYING (ACROSS THE OCEAN AND OVER TURIN) I’m flying Across the ocean And I’m soaring Back home To the place I was born And probably raised. And I’m flying Across the mountains and valleys, Back home to the one that I love so happily. Can ya blame me for feeling homesick ’Cause I’ve been away such a very long long time I served a while in the county jail Five years for being hungry tired and poor On and on Yes I will follow With your buttons and bows. Figura 6. Flying (across the ocean and over Turin.) 12
A STEP AHEAD OF THE SNOW I’m a step ahead of the snow, thinking about willfully obscure genuine rock classics. The kinda vinyl that only me and you own. We used to wandering downtown in search of sonic gems. Those were the bloody days. Hungover, noisy, witty, happy, young. I’m still strong and young at heart but now I wear scars: well, I wear them like proudly. I’m a veteran of the psychic wars. We fought the stupidity and the stupidity won, we were captured and chained but they weren’t able to brainwash us since our heads were protected by the Strummer Energy Shield, so they gave us our freedom back like: “Oh, nema problema. The Modern World will do the job.” Do you really think like that? So what kind of fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world. All my life has been the same. I’ve learned to live by hate and pain: it’s my ispiration drive. I’ve learned more than you’ll ever know. Even at school I felt quite sure that one day I would be one of a kind. The teachers who said I’d be nothing. Ha ha ha. So say what you like cause I don’t care. I know where I am and going too. It’s somewhere I won’t preview. Don’t have to explain myself to you. I don’t give a fuck about your fucking rules. I’m a step ahead of the snow, while you, you can just blow. 13
- Page 1 and 2: MAURIZIO FERRAROTTI TORINO È LA MI
- Page 3 and 4: PINK RIBBON Seasons of wither I’m
- Page 5 and 6: DIGOS ON MY BACK Well I’m running
- Page 7 and 8: APOCALYPSE SNOW Ain’t it a frame
- Page 9 and 10: EUSKO KASABIANA Figura 4. Ever took
- Page 11: Figura 5. Save a tree! 11
- Page 15 and 16: TOO MUCH TOOO YOUNG You've done too
- Page 17 and 18: BANDWAGONESQUE Just forget about Mi
- Page 19 and 20: INVALIDATORS In the picture below,
- Page 21 and 22: aromatizzato. Un’usanza antica, d
- Page 23 and 24: INTO THE VALLEY OF THE NEWS Into th
- Page 25: Figura 14. This must be Sean Penn.
FLYING (ACROSS THE OCEAN AND OVER TURIN)<br />
I’m flying<br />
Across the ocean<br />
And I’m soaring<br />
Back home<br />
To the p<strong>la</strong>ce I was born<br />
And probably raised.<br />
And I’m flying<br />
Across the mountains and valleys,<br />
Back home to the one that I love so happily.<br />
Can ya b<strong>la</strong>me me for feeling homesick<br />
’Cause I’ve been away such a very long long time<br />
I served a while in the county jail<br />
Five years for being hungry tired and poor<br />
On and on<br />
Yes I will follow<br />
With your buttons and bows.<br />
Figura 6. Flying (across the ocean and over Turin.)<br />
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