1. |
Big Opportunity
02:34
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Good morning have a sit
Do you mind if we begin with
A little summary of
What you have done and where you have been
This is a major firm
Somewhere you should want to be in
A big opportunity
Considering your little CV
We need someone younger
Someone who’s not that old
A more capable worker
So you will have to split in two
Until the night is over
That’s how long is your work
A part-time as employment
So you will have to split in two
In ten or fifteen years
Where do you expect to be?
And what do you think of kids
Is it really something you need?
I looked on your degree
Nothing great to say at the least
In such a major firm
You will have to split in three
We need someone younger
Someone who’s not that old
A more capable worker
So you will have to split in two
Until the night is over
That’s how long is your work
A part-time as employment
So you will have to split in two
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2. |
Rise So Low
02:33
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Rise so low
Don’t wanna be wise but dumb
Don’t wanna do what you do
And works for you
We hurt and fight for getting some
We’re on a battle with mankind
You can do whatever you like but make sure don’t forget to
Never say you’re sorry
Is hard as find a single drop in the ocean
To finally find something clear
It’s so much easier just to dive in that ocean, oh
Rise so low
Don’t wanna be wise but dumb
Don’t wanna do what you do
And works for you
Have to take control over myself
Drowning inside this filthy ocean
To turn your mistakes in someone else’s failure
High in the sky the right direction
Where to take your own equation
That compares bliss and damnation
And where prevail is only solution
High in the sky the wrong direction
For you to find me beside you
Me beside you
Me beside you
Me beside you
Me beside you
Rise so low
Don’t wanna be wise but dumb
Don’t wanna do what you do
And works for you
Have to take control over myself
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3. |
Dancing Generation
03:06
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Ready and good to go like there is some money to win
He’s standing quiet and seated with shirt, bow tie and brand new jeans
The classic lame haircut of someone that will never have a chick
Mixed up and melted with the mood of who doesn’t really give a shit
ONE Dancing Generation celebrating with pride
TWO they move like Jackson Five
THREE following the music with a very big smile
FOUR they seem to be just fine
Stuck in the living room focus on what’s going on the screen
No chance they can hear whatever you may try to scream
Go left, right and still. Push L1 and circle after X
Don’t care of anything, except playing hard to avoid any defeat
ONE Dancing Generation celebrating with pride
TWO they move like Jackson Five
THREE following the music with a big toothy smile
FOUR they seem to be just fine
You keep on telling me I should behave like men of my age
Why don’t you let it go?
The more we grow the more light heartedness we do should regain
And while you do that I dance all time
Why don’t you let it go?
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
Sit down!
Sit down!
My heart is making move my butt now
Sit down!
Sit down!
My heart is making move my butt down now
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4. |
Foreign Fighters
03:36
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This is the story of a guy on the run
From responsibilities and jobs to be done
We are not talking of some cute Peter Pan
His plan is to stay young as long as he can
Grown up nightmares, childish dreams
Playing all night hide and seek
Foreign fighters in your sleep
Monday morning who will win?
Wake up at twelve cause the late bird don’t like worms
He’s on his feet when he gets a call from his mom
He’s still showing a great pride
He’s fine, he really doesn’t know
Being a man of thirty not looking for a chance to roll
Keeping so low and following the flow
No purpose at all but still feeling like
He’s on fire
So on fire
Grown up nightmares, childish dreams
Playing all night hide and seek
Foreign fighters in your sleep
Monday morning who will win?
Go back to sleep
It’s not too late
The world will wait for your delusion
Go back to sleep
Why even care?
The world will wait for your delusion
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5. |
Funk Ain't No Low
03:04
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All day and night I’m surrounded by meaningless
Rap with no rhymes that’s like Cuba with no lime
Put clever lyrics on a Drum and Bass pattern
One spoon of youth on some pretty little face
You hear it all the time all coming out alike
Standing precise in line waiting for their turn to shine
Some electronic synth and a very simple melody
The ultimate receipt for every next best thing
Music Academy the one and only way to succeed
But I don’t care what y’all think
Funk ain’t no low shit
A stranger on their side came in with good disguise
Convinced against the world that is preventing him to rise
A pause can work this time, the bass goes
Oh, it was too quiet now is your fault if it’s not fine
Some electronic synth and a very simple melody
The ultimate receipt for every next best thing
Music Academy the one and only way to succeed
But I don’t care what y’all think
Funk ain’t no low shit
Some electronic synth and a very simple melody
The ultimate receipt for every next best thing
Music Academy the one and only way to succeed
But I don’t care what y’all think
Funk ain’t no low shit
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6. |
Without Control
03:44
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Wake up lonely I don't know
If this morning will last long
You are withering beside me
Saving those who have fallen
Sometimes I see you crying
I still haven't lost my mind
"Live and let die" someone said
You love me, but it's easy to fall
You love me but the pain still grows
I hate that moment when I realized
I’m without control
Eyes that can’t see, mouth that can’t speak
Mind that still think, heart that still beat
You are witnessing, my ship sinking
Just a sailor that’s not leaving
Sometimes I see you crying
I wish I have lost my mind
"Live and let die" someone prayed
You love me, but it's easy to fall
You love me but the pain still grows
I hate that moment when I’m alive
I’m without control
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7. |
Hit It And Quit
03:56
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My melody is anything but new
It’s what I’ve always had and what I might end up lose
Like gravity, it is still drawing me to
That place inside me full of things that I can no longer use
Blue notes in my mind are becoming hard to find
Sweet groove in my head is cloudy now instead
My pick is standing still, no this is not a drill
Why aren’t you telling me telling me when to
Do the hit it and quit
Quando dare il colpo finale
The remedy’s becoming something new
No more drum session, no more videos, no more drinking on tour
Not a tragedy, a different debut
There’s more inside you than the music that you usually do
Blue notes in my mind are becoming hard to find
Sweet groove in my head is cloudy now instead
My pick is standing still, no this is not a drill
Why aren’t you telling me telling me when to
Do the hit it and quit
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8. |
Joe
03:57
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Joe! Hey Joe!
Where the hell you’re going with that gun of yours
Oh god! What I did?
I shot my lady down
A strong emotion, deep as the ocean
Primordial as the outer space
An inner violence erupted somewhere in
A hidden dark place in my mind
Oh love! What I did?
I can’t believe the rage I had in me.
Come on! On your feet!
I never, oh never wanted to end it the way I did.
Your one solution it’s a gun explosion
To hurt her when the words can’t help you find the way
Right of possession, a false devotion
To hold her when your hands can’t help you make her stay
Are you doing alright? Do you need a ride?
I saw you on the road crying all night
Bruises and black eye, hold to prince charming lie?
It’s getting worse you should think of your life
A strong emotion, deep as the ocean
Primordial as the outer space
An inner violence erupted somewhere in
A hidden and dark place in my mind
Your one solution it’s a gun explosion
To hurt her when the words can’t help you find the way
Right of possession, a false devotion
Unable to end any fight
without hurting her body and mind
Indifferent to tears and crying
Indifferent to tears and crying
The usual murder/suicide
Why don’t you think of changing side
And start by taking your own life
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9. |
Solitario feat. Peggio
03:22
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10. |
Roy The Gravedigger
02:48
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Six feet tall old lawyer
Six feet under a tree
“Time to dig up”
Roy with a joyful big smile
Bouncing all his way to Lara
The prostitute always down the road
Out to look for wealthy clients
Out now of this thrilling world
Jamie and his smoking
Christine not holding the wheel
Roy is looking after all
And smiling he come back home
Singing on a funky song
Taking care of Dan along
He was working as a cop
And died of his own shot
Roy and his shovel dig in the ground
The graves are calling with no sound
Garlands are falling , mourn’s in the air
Roy’s epitaph is carved in the stone
“Death and her friends has been my life
My guiding light”
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Funkin' Donuts Rome, Italy
Funkin' Donuts, ovvero il perfetto connubio tra glassa e Funk, tra zuccheri polisaccaridi e Rock, tra obesità e sordità.
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