My intention was to try to make a jpop song as a tribute for my Japanese friends hit by so many terrible things in so little time, but somehow seems like I ended to write my first Paul Simon song. Anyway, here's my song. I really needed to express my feelings on what happened so far away over the sea. It could happen to you as well, and it wouldn't be right. Anyway, anyhow, anywhere. Let's hold on to what's precious above all in times of trouble. If Japan has a virtue has to be found in the braveness of its people... so GANBATTE KUDASAI NIHON!
"Little soul Hangin' on the town Little soul Look at what we've lost So many things we've lost are gone And now I need to be alone With the one I love The one who's singing Little soul words Need to listen close To your heart beat fast and loud
Little Soul Rock
Little Soul We cracked the core Little Soul Reach the very source Our safety is planted in the trash Is getting daily deemed at last Let the Motown stars Show up in droves With lil' soul claps And then collapse to their best sound Anything loud"
Back from Rome. I spent 3 days with a couple of friends and loads of pop (we were there for Roma Pop Fest indeed). It was fun. Three days doin' nothing but walkin', drinking', eatin and listening and dancing to fine music.
Last day, when I woke up in the hotel, I had TWO strange dreams. Before waking up, a radio in my dreams was broadcasting this "parallel universe" Verve song. I tried to rush a first acoustic version just to remember it, since my real goal now is to record at least a cover from I Demoni, a band we saw at the Festival that really made our days! (now I'm a superfan!)
Guess you'll have to wait for that anyway. My Alesis Soundcard hit the floor for the third time and seems like it finally managed to crash :(
"So here I was here I was running up those stairs to get the highest floor I was there I saw the light 'was about to knock but doubts came in my mind
Was that I To get by I am so sure I didn't realized
Mama was gone Papa's gone too no one is left inside to call to open up the door and let me cross the line
This is the realtime this is the real time the real life the real after life
So here it was about time fun was nearly over so we said goodbye we had our days all a lie as we foundthat nothing really has passed by So we hanged out reaching homes and the radio never stopped to play that silly song
Richard is gone Nick has gone too drugs didn't work so I'm resting too Running up that green to reach the blue"
When it became quite clear I was about to make a whole album from "impossible love songs", a DJ friend of mine named Kaypea accused me to be "blinded by the pop stars". And of course she was terribly right, but the very moment she said that instead of having any psychological reaction I went like:"Hey! That's a marvellous title for a pop song!". And so her we are, with this little Smitthesque tribute filled with Jennifer Lewis and Karen O.
This post reminded me that while I'm proceeding to record vocals in a real studio, I've also spent time carrying on other two songs meant to be some sort of duets with two almost acclaimed indie pop girls. That's the chance to post the lyrics in case I forget how they goes!
One song is about an Italian adventurer and hero from 1800 called Garibaldi meeting the Indonesian equivalent of Cinderella, while the other is about me writing short stories about Nina Persson from Cardigans (I really did!).
Songs are still "Under Construction", still you can try to imagine how they will sounds like with a little help from the lyrics.
BLINDED BY THE POP STARS
Little princess Natalie in psychological waars got to win your Globe Awaards helping me is the role
Scarlett Scarlett sing along you got to whisper that horse he's a fool in a ghost world you're not meant for him at all
Jennifer suggests I won't live without her as I'm modeling worlds I will forget no more
MIlla can't you see THere's nothing left to fear though I can't tell you're real or real fantasy, because...
I was blinded by the pop stars Baby I was blinded by the pop stars And I'm burning my eyes setting my thoughts on fire selling my world to the franchise
blinded by the pop stars Baby I was blinded by the pop stars it's so hard to resist when I look at the screen electromagnetic cute sights
and there is a girl that never goes out....
Karen left me with an Oh turning me into some strange playboy but it's mia who won my soul with her unsual joy
Jenny Lewis is having fun she's available now Neko just won't let me down as long as she is around
Fiona loves and hates I can't live without her as she tells her friends I'm one of her casual guests
Pin-up Sammy Fox can't touch you without pop a bubble framed my heart I know it's about to blast
and there is a girl that never goes out.... that will never never never cross my path downtown
and there is a girl that never goes out.... and I'll never never never see her leave that house
* * *
WHEN GARY MET PUTIH
Not a patriot revolution just a way to show the world freedom was a resolution to get close to his real love He was told that fame and glory were awaiting in seaports but he couldn't stop from wondering on a home to call his own
But I hope that you'll come They say France is thorned by war and a life by the sea won't deny this chance to me
Gary! Garybaldi he was wounded at the heart for she had him still so damn fast he just couldn't stop her dart She was swinging by a sweet swing she was singing silly songs When the man came on to see her had a look and turned to a stone
Garibaldi cought a gold fish he was swimming in the sea and the fish he fished was talking for he once was a real king He told:"Gary go to Java there's a princess you must save" So the merchand marine captain Took an oath to save his dreams
But I hope You won't sleep I'm so far from Italy hurry up dance with me don't deny this chance to me
Gary! Garybaldi he was wounded at the heart for she had him still so damn fast he just couldn't stop her dart She was swinging by a sweet swing she was singing silly songs When the man came on to see her had a look and turned to a stone
* * *
SHORT STORIES 'BOUT NINA
Lying in bed I keep thinking of you you drove me mad it's so true Since we got through on a carnival cruise I spend my days with no clue
Nobody cared when I entered the room It was a cold afternoon ready to play on the smallest venue Nobody came... but you
And you were just oversight fancy dream to come alive stuck in a trip between lines
Writing short stories 'bout Nina Writing love stories 'bout you Meeting my dear ballerina Trying so hard to catch you
And I'm so very super blue don't turn off your Abajour
Writing sweet stories 'bout Nina Inking more pages on you faking a place I could meet her Fool's paradise coming true
Leading a band must be hard in the end struggling with fans and the press I hope someday you could get your revenge you can hang on here'till then
It was a blast when the last light went off rocking the cheap stage for sure Your dreamy eyes set on me, eagerly no secret you couldn't read
And I am dust in your mind Lazy boy get a life You Shouldn't waste all this time...
Writing short stories 'bout Nina Writing love stories 'bout you Meeting my dear ballerina Trying so hard to catch you
Writing short stories 'bout Nina Writing love stories 'bout you Meeting my dear ballerina Trying so hard to catch you
When it's clearly a stupid lie A bad fiction for juveniles inner spaces that won't be mine throwing shadows on my blue eyes Come grow up please wake up
've always been fond on Yuka Honda, the cute clever half behind Cibo Matto. I knew that band thanks to a magazine review, back in 1995, when Internet was quite out of hands for the times. At least in Italy. But it was only in 1996 I got the chance to find the band first album in Dublin. It was gold. Since they made me noticed that Wiki wants a collection of songs to last at least 35 minutes to be called an album, I choose the chanteuse as final muse for my "impossible love songs" collection, mixing lyrics with memories of those days in Dublin. Any reference to the number stations enigma is a mere conspiracy against pop music.
THINKING 'BOUT YUKA It wasn't meant to be you It just wasn't meant to be you The bus had stop and you got on, we drove and we got lost You rose your thumb Then pinky came and it was clear You wanted me to come I guess there's something more And now she's asking me why I'm so late and didn't call
I was thinking 'bout Yuka (You can never really tell what happens after that) I was thinking 'bout Yuka (You can trust your feelings, nothing matters in your head) I was thinkig 'bout Yuka (You call for another drink, she's blending with your hand) Thinking 'bout Yuka Thinking 'bout Yuka Thinking 'bout Yuka Thinking 'bout
Double Virgin' Megashorewas meant to be the stage Acting other lovers lines from long forgotten days "don't know what I'm doin sweetheart, but I'll never stop" Music be the food of love... play on
You were talking 'bout Mika (Can't you really tell that now it's happening the same) You were talking 'bout Mika (c'mon close the door, forget about your past) You were talking 'bout Mika (caravan get goin', no need to be left)
Hand some na kanajo shojo marmalade joy ribbon merging out paths shame blame ash in your tray test rest so young at heart love fast you're mine at last gone"
Here's the new "Impossible Love Song", as my dear friend Rima from Annemarie use to call'em. It's called "Hatherley", and I partially felt the urge to write and play it because of some mixed feeling crossin' my mind these days. Clearly dealing with a pretty girl, looking really a lot like her in one of her pics. And because - yesss - "Charlotte Hatherley" it's so much more than a pretty face and seeing my musical hero playing in Glasgow a year ago was really something to be. And didn't all the unrequited love stories start in that city? Enough. Guess this one will take the place of "Febraury" in the next album. Meanwhile I'm leaving you with the lyrics awaiting for some feedback. Buona settimana!
Hatherley Written by Mark Zonda Double-Checked by A Nice Person
"Glasgow the first time that we met Blue eyes I surely won't forget You popped in staring at the crowd And Oh, My, there was no doubt...
You You You I was looking at you you you I was looking at you you you I was looking at you I was paralysed You You You I was looking at you you you I was looking at you you you I was looking at you and your uniform You So far so cool You You had to knew My mind is gone Head for the Moon
I'm really through I'm really through Hatherley... Hatherley...
When did we start to talk and comment every clips and the cryptic note places we both craved to go spending our time to check updates in any post like counting ghosts being there at any cost
I was afraid to violate your perfect smile, your state of grace
A year has gone and I forgot how does it feels to get in touch And since La Sera evening show All I was looking for
't was you you you I was looking at you you you I was looking at you just close your eyes You So far so Cool you you you I was looking through you you you I was looking at you, and my stupid look You You had to knew My mind is gone Head for the Moon I'm really through So clear to see Come dance with me Come dance with me
I always had a romantic view of life. Relationships were no exception. I can understand sometime it's hard being in the mood for dreaming of stars and dove, but if I get to choose I stand for being in a harmless comic rather than a gloomy cynical reality. Part of the "Impossible Love Songs" project, guess that this "Peynet Lovers" it's all about that, rushed by the will of introducing my old Casio PT-82 to listeners and friends.
"Peynet Lovers 15 years old dreams spent on Peynet Lovers Art school and beer where meant for Peynet Lovers Sweeping the floor from drawings Peynet Lovers Chocolate boxes gone for
Make more money to stay in Paris Rendevus, sitting on benches while a long hair dude right from the bandstand playing sweet sweet tunes enliving his violin
We're not supposed to rush It's not like it's a trap When did we start to fight?
We can't go on living just pretending it's so peachy
We're not Peynet Lovers Too many heartbreaks killed Peynet Lovers Can't get an answer stright from Peynet Lovers Papercut passions now burn Peynet Lovers Look at us running from
Love and poems Live touring worldwide Dolls and scarves Valence to Hiroshima Craftsman said Long live the bride we look like newly-weds praying in prada dresses
It's almost Valentine My mood it's cold and far Don't feel like I could smile Sometime I might lose my charm and I don't wanna live like we are
Peynet Lovers Holding eachothers like sweet Peynet Lovers Whimsy and shiny just like Peynet Lovers Welcome to real world my Peynet Lovers We're going crazy for
"My wicked heart". A perfect future love song by Marina & The Diamond archie enemy Diana Vickers. I know it's such a wreck being indie and even mentioning that artis, but you have to admit that the production behind this song, video and artist is really cutting edge and ahead of the times (especially for the tempo changes and the whole cut-up synths and drums stuff). And what the hell... Diana is really cool! What the hell if she even unconsciously mocked Red Hot Chilly Peppers! I didn't even notice that before reading the comments on her Youtube channe.
Though this was a really good point to try to make a cover of the song, that's why I decided to have myself a try and record a "My Wicked Heart" cover trying to use only a drum, bass, no more than two guitars and some random synths solo. I used this set up to record another song written during the weekend, trying to blend politic, gossip and the "impossible love songs" theme that seemed to be the theme of our next collection of songs (politic and love together in a love song? I live in Italy, leave it to me!),
The song that came out is called "Rubi Et Orbi", trying to imagine which kind of love song Roy Orbison cwould have written to Anthony Kiedis if involved in the Berlusconi affair instead of Emilio.
Hope they won't put me in the same hospital of Wayne Coyne and Walter Bishop. Enjoy.
"Hey good evening look at me got a problem can't you see it was half a week ago when they kicked me far from home
Is it legal? I don't know guess I lost her fake passport she took everything I had threw my heart and kept the rest
Won't you pardon me lady I couldn't help but see you've been pooled the wool over on beady eyes asleep It's so hard to be weaky tryin' getting through the week when it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Rubi and Orbi a little world gone waste Rubi and Orbi how to communicate I don't believe your easy cheats You're acting good but they're so cheap O-oooh Rubi and Orbi As filth as they can be
Can I tell you what to do? Share my stupid point of view? Better take care of your youth I could break your legs, it's true
So shut up and have some sex You can call him after that In the morning he'll be gone So tonight is all we've got
Won't you pardon me baby I couldn't help but cry You've been talking for hours and never cracked a smile It's so hard to be pretty when we don't have the time to wait Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Rubi and Orbi a little world gone waste Rubi and Orbi how to communicate I don't believe your easy cheats You're acting good but they're so cheap O-oooh Rubi and Orbi As filth as they can be
May our holy prayers fix all their troubles and misfits it's a never-virgin beat blessing blessing unconfessed sins
Won't you pardon me baby I couldn't help but cry You've been talking for hours and never cracked a smile It's so hard to be pretty when we don't have the time to wait Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Rubi and Orbi a little world gone waste Rubi and Orbi how to communicate I don't believe your easy cheats You're acting good but they're so cheap O-oooh Rubi and Orbi As filth as they can be I know She's walking back to me I'm sure she's walking back to me just turn around and see she's walking back to me"
This are the first words from the last call of Ryoji Kaji to Misato Katsuragi, NERV Operation Director in Hideaki Kanno anime Neon Genesis Evangelion. Not exactly an happy ever after one, but a very intense fictional relationship that moved a lot of otaku more than ten years ago. And since Rimauli from Annemarie keeps on asking me for more imaginary lovesongs -and I'm already risking to be arrested for bigamy - I looked back into the past for memories that really made my days.
Guess I drove a little too far into Pink Floyd Road in the end. Hope I won't get lots!
"Katsuragi, it's me... I guess I'll cause you troubles when you're listening to this Forgive what I did Do tell our common friend I'm sorry for this twist
And dealing with troubles since that's what you'll got I want to give another task to you I could not carry on Take care of all the old plants I planted on my own
I would be glad if you'd decide to water what I've grown You know where they belong....
There's more I want to say I guess you'll have to be more than a brave girl after that The truth now is with you Just carry on, don't esitate, whatever blocks the way
And dealing with feelings I can't hold my heart I'd dare to share another night with you But soon I'll fall apart Take care of all the moments We grew in better days
If I ever see you again I'll say the words that I couldn't say eight years ago Goodbye"
And here's another one from the songs that are waiting in a little box of my room to come out but I felt the urgence to write. It's called "Jesus Green", and it's dedicated to my friends in Albion. I tried to picture the perfect lazy summer day in a distant peaceful country. See ya there in 2011.
"Have you ever heard 'bout Jesus Green Quite a miracle for you to see Not a soul around just skies and green While the summer slow things endlessly the swimming pool was laying calm and still the perfect place to have a walk in peace In Jesus Green
See Victoria from the common land Always dreamy with a book at hand Hope that William won't get too upset gonna wake her up one of these days River came to rest and Jesus locked the gates wouldn't be a shame to lose that graceful day in Jesus Green"
Cara Emilia Pond. This is a strange period of my time-space line continuum. It's just like I'm stuffed with things to do in my agenda, but since I've got some free time all I cared was to write down and record some songs really knocking hard at the doors of my heart. Most of them are impossible love songs, and this one goes to you, and all the Doctor Who tv show addicted. It's called "Come Along Pond". Jonny Lee Hart from Leed did a great job with his guitar. It was fun!
"Your smile so fine the perfect place to ride and drive to your green eyesyou set my mind on fire
drowning dreams into my rhymes your long red hairs are just wires connecting my desire and I get to know much more 'bout my new love I guess I'm fond on so come along Pond
Still lost in time and space The very day you came A crack into my life Has thorn my heart apart
5 minutes seem too long when it's you I rely on to cure my erratic state I want you home to talk about my new love I guess I'm fond on so come along Pond
Still lost in time and space The very day you came A crack into my life Has thorn my heart apart 5 minutes seem too long And I'm wondering...
Are you gonna be and be, and see the one from that kissogram do tell her all
about my new love I guess I need you so come along Pond"
I guess it's no secret. At least... not now anymore! Some months have passed since I felt in love with Marina from Marina & The Diamonds by the word. I mean: she's like Regina Spector turning Lady Ga Ga to an unsuspected clever side, a unique pop genius and... ok, she's terribly cute! That's why I had a song called "A Diamond for Marina" in my brain for months. Winter vacation was kind enough to bring me some time to record it and share it with you.
PS:"Some references to Elvis too. Both of them ;)"
"They say it last forever Not like all the other things You're heart is a gemstone could break into my dreams just like burning stars your eyes are made of carbon and I can't pretend to handle your superlative walk
I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die A Diamond for Marina I've gotta buy I've gotta buy I've gotta buy I've gotta buy A bible for a ritual I've gotta try I've gotta try I've gotta try I've gotta try My pretty ballerina I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die A Diamond for Marina, Yo!
Maybe in Hollywood in a sparkling little place Elvis meets Marylin Stealing cherry anc champaigne A taste of happiness I want to prove myself that there's a chance to take your hand in mine, your whole life too
I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die A Diamond for Marina I've gotta buy I've gotta buy I've gotta buy I've gotta buy A bible for a ritual I ga ga ga ga ga ga I've gotta try I've gotta try I've gotta try I've gotta try My pretty ballerina I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die A Diamond for Marina, Yo!
I felt in love... In love with Marina A brunette girl She just don't care my name is...
I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die A Diamond for Marina I've gotta buy I've gotta buy I've gotta buy I've gotta buy A bible for a ritual I've gotta try I've gotta try I've gotta try I've gotta try My pretty ballerina I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die A Diamond for Marina, Yo!"
This song came to life with the only intent on forcing Fabio Benni from Le Man Avec Les Lunettes to starr in a duo having the two of us pretending to be Paul McCarteny and David Bowie in a song that never were. Just imagine the potential of such a unbelievable improbable combo, and the fun in writing and singing the song. I wrote and finished the song, Fabio didn't find the time to work on the song, and I found myself singin' the two parts.
"Road to Fairies" is such a great and loved song, but nothing really changed that much from the EP version and its sounds were a bit too distant from the indie-rock of the last works, so I decided that "Lover / Loser" would have repleaced it on the new album "Febrero".
When I started to write the song the tune was simply called "Abe", a tribute to Abraham Lincoln, born February the 2nd. Then things started to morph and the first draft became just a simple sketch before the main song, a sort of little feature indeed. An opening number in a very McCartian style.
This was the first version of the lyrics:
"Abe, be ace you California Rambler guess it's not to late to hit L.A. Dixieland it's coming into fashion on a street parade across the States
Cross the greatest crisis on your civil walk to preserve our union we divide'em all Guessed we failed on loving often absent friends We were seeking power to enlight our fate
'CAUSE THIS ISN'T JUST LUXURY GUESS WE'RE BOTH SMARTER THAN THAT
Oh my! WE'RE MOVING UTTERLY ON YOUNG AMERICAN TRACKS
'CAUSE THIS ISN'T JUST THUGGERY GUESS IT'S MORE CRUEL THAN THAT
We Crashed cought in a robbery Caught by a valuable friend
'CAUSE THIS ISN'T JUST LUXURY....
it's your chance my dear fellowmen no goverment plan will stop our defence
Live and learn stand up like a man we're gonna go far to fullfill our race"
Then I was hit by the "Lover / Loser" stuff. Isn't it strange out a single letter can change the whole meaning of a word? I started to work on that new version that came to be the one you'll hear on Febrerto. Here's the lyrcs:
"Abe, be ace you California Rambler guess it's not to late, to take your chance and hit L.A. Di-xieland it's coming into fashion on a street parade dear fellowmen we'll take the States
Lover or loser you got to decide to take it or leave her apart from your life
hate her or call her should not be a crime save her or kill her and hide for a while
sex-obsessed do you feel forlorn hustling on your friends When you're showing such a mess
Are you tired of all those dead-ends in the book of love When things do starts in uppercase it's so clear to understand
that Lover or loser it's you to decide to love her or leave her apart from your heart
hate her or call her cannnot be a crime save her or kill her and hide for a while
They'll come on strong and quickly starts to crawl... I don't wanna know where were you not at all THere's no control on flaws and jelous thoughts It's equality whatever should go wrong
Troubles are a risky part of life No one should give up without a try Can't deny that something's going wrong and the only way to win is to hold on Please call"
Hi there. This is our 2010 contribution to the fuckload of Christmas songs waving 'cross the cyberspace this time of the year. The song is called"Left Alone For Chirstmastime". I was asked to do this song by Mike Leffe... right a year ago! It was Christmas 2009 when I wrote "XMARS TIME" - an insane song about Father Christmas and Wayne Coyne celebrating Christmas on Mars - and Mike asked me to write about his sad and mysterious story about him being secuced for Christmas eve by this unknown woman and being left the day after. A year passed (possibly to quickly)... and unfortunately our drummer hasn't forgot my promise!
So here you have this strange indie song, with Mike Leffe on drums, Manuel on Bass and me on keyboards and guitars. You'll find "Left Alone For Christmastime" on a festive compilation by KinGem Records, along with Pasley and Charlie, Stars in Coma, The Clever Square, The Brigadier, Cherry Berry and A Nice Person. Here's the lyrics as well :)
LEFT ALONE FOR CHRISTMASTIME
"Do I have to wait and cry Till I'll find her by my side I'll be good and I won't spy Won't you give me one more try
Left alone Left alone left alone for xmas time I was told not to stalk but I couldn't change my mind Left alone all alone no sweets in the tree Couldn't wait ubtill midnight so I had to say goodbye
Met the girl outside the door it was cold and she was hot melting snow around Satin bow and leather belt Dressed in red and all the rest too good to be true
(I said) I can't say that I've been bad but I can't tell if I'll behave step inside and celebrate
I've been said it can't be bad But we could turn this place to hell with no need of magic spell
And we had music sweet music we did jingled all the bells making xmas eve a time to celebrate guess I was wrong
Never met the girl again Hunting traces anywhere any crib and church She was gone and disappeared was she true or just a dream guess I'll never found
Here's Tiny Tide first attempt to write and record an indie pop Halloween song in... two days! It's really late, and I shouldn't even be here in front of the computer, but... who cares? He's the same since days and days. Or should I say... nights! :)
I couldn't miss this chance to do the Halloween song! The invite came from Kaypea Elizabeth Porsch. Having to contribute to their UK based radio show Protozoa and their Halloween Special for Insanity Radio was a funny and unmissable chance :)
So Saturday I gave up on the idea of going to see One Dimensional Man playing live to write this song called "Halloween Reunite", that I played and screamed out of tune right the day after.
A friend of mine decided that it's Gorillaz meeting Imogen Heap... but I don't really know if I can trust him, especially on the second part of that. The song was inspired by the incoming Halloween Dresden Dolls reunion. I thought:"What's that fuzz about Dresden and not Halloween the band?". And so I started wondering about all these monsters starting gathering for this special night from all over the most obscure creepy places usually hidden from human eyes.
Oh! Here's the lyrics of the song in case you wanna suddenly shout in a totally random circumstance:
Halloween Reunite "Trick or treat let's drop the cheat your costume indiscreet Dreadful doll don't look at me
it's making me uncomfortable It's giving me the thrills cause you're about to carve a wider smile from me the twinkle in your eye a haunted place to hide the string behind the door still ready for a trap
Joke or coke the story goes it's frighting me no more I'm a killer for your love
because you're so adorable girl you know you're such a Goth And Frank don't stand a chance this evil magic night Will hide us from their sight it's entertainment time the moon is my delight it's calling your arise
Almost died sweet vampire i can't wait
for Halloween reunite the ghosts will dance aside with skeletons and bats and demons out of luck it's Halloween reunite the black cats are all back they're coming into town they run for miles and miles it's Halloween
Trash, rewrite Show your invite Stay or hide just turn around a while For I can't tell myself I can't tell myself
Bliss or mess we're still the best with forks between our teeth it's so hard to understand
we're mumbling unbelievable lies we're hanging up your mind don't be afraid to try to roll with all these nuts we're serving razor blades to sing your name with blood the witch will trick you blind and hold you in her straps."
I know I know. I should keep my head down, pull my socks up and work hard on "Febrero" pre-editing, but people around me got so enthusiastic when I suggest I could have worked on a cover of Lou Reed "Sweet Jane" that I really couldn't resist but givin'it a try!
Of course, since ever version I heard, even from Lou, seemed to be different in some unique way, I changed the lyrics trying to picture our days through the eyes of me living with this band and stuff, and here's the result:
"'was waiting for the big time No money for a Leffe in case you forgot it you're playing in a band while the World outside is freezin' nobody seems to care you had your little husband I've got my heap of sand
Takes patience to be no one can't tell you never tried still nothing on the broadcast you hope you're still in time she's sharing smiles to socials and sex to other guys and yes another promise pronounced just for fun
Your leather jacket replaced for white turning shoulders to crowds Lysergic rainbows on junks made the femme fatal sing
I reall loved your whispers did never need a whisp avoiding rotten places will keep us out of reach the song is nearly over your ordinary trip by killing all the dealers she's still my heroine"
I was always fascinated by the useless effort of Phill Collins on 1985 Live Aid on trying to play on both sides of the World flying from Europe to America just to be in time to singing in the choir of relevant artists chosen for "We Are The World" big choir.
Having in mind to do a protest song to defend a cause (I was trying to write a tune against the killing of the animals "just for fur"), some friends of mine suggested me:"Why not trying to justify all the worst things in the World we keep on doin' just because it's fun?".
So I did! The song is a clear response to "We Are The World" kind of dysneian hypocrisy, trying also to include all the possible musical genres into less than 4 minutes just like different animals on a crazy zoo.
"I think I'll take my learjet and fly to the Moon fly high fly got to be there soon gotta run There's nothing left on Earth to hold me back Not just a toy, not just a girl or good I could use
I clutch my bloody fur 'cause your heart is cold and you just couldn't wait goin' head on your way like not knowing
We are them all we are them all Dead meet in the mall
We are the animals Everyday we shit on Earth We are the animals Unevolved wild life forms
We are the animals Everyday we kill our hopes We are the animals Savages without a cause
The planet just a grey ball with zillion of lights new clear sights still to feed An educated wildlife grew leaders of change waiting for us to trade aids I think I'll start to warm 'cause the heat will rise as I will join the choir and pretend I'm good as we'll start singing
We are them all we are them all Meet them in the mall
We are the animals Everyday we pee on Earth We are the animals Unevolved wild life forms
Come on come on you farmville freak Got a brand new dance called poison leak let the river know that you're in the flow be the illest bloke of this dying world Gotta wake up now to the alarm clock Hear this nature call from volcanic rocks it's the requiem for the Sir Sebastian Bach"
