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Stepping Stone
02:15
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Achieving everythingās achievable
feels like having just the minimum.
If āthe impossible is possible tonightā,
whatās the point of dreaming of daylight?
Crossed every path that was crossable,
walked past life, invisible:
no way home with no stepping stone.
No home with no warm stones.
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2081
03:42
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Lunchtime. Getting stuck before my plate,
feels like being on a date:
each in his own row, our overalls are turning hot;
may I burn in hell, if hand in hand weāll dwell there.
I love when you kiss me hard like this,
with your grin against my lips and my shirt around your hips.
Scattered on the floor, our overalls are making love:
we wonāt burn in hell if in their blue weāll dwell.
Hide with me! Weāll raise our struggle within.
Make love, drink tea, kiss me as if we were free.
Side with me! Theyāll get us, but if we believe
[we are one, theyāll fall: no more ābig botherā at all.
And two plus two is four.
Teatime. In a bed weāve found a nest,
push your grin against my chest.
Scattered on the floor, our overalls want more and more:
desire is hot like hell, wonderful how we fell...
Hide with me! Weāll raise our struggle within.
Make love, drink tea, kiss me as if we were free.
Side with me! They got us, but we do believe
[in love we are one: no more ābig botherā at all.
And two plus two will make four.
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3. |
Love Is
03:17
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I donāt know where to start.
What would you do in my shoes?
In your eyes, what is āloveā?
What is it? Want a clue? In my view...
...āloveā is Iām gonna hate what I feel for your sake,
making sure Iāll be hiding all the smiles,
all the lines of the songs you inspire,
the desire in my veins, every gift waiting in vain.
When a mindās out of place, heart itself can make mistakes.
No more smiles.
Iāll be hiding all the lines of the songs you inspire,
the desire in my veins haunting any given day,
every gift waiting in vain.
Heart itself can make mistakes.
Though I love the idea of you,
āloveā is just a point of view.
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4. |
Just This
01:37
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...if you need this silence, well, there you go.
If you need me not to intrude, well, as you wish
but for strange it may seem, for fast it might have been,
if you listen carefully, this ain't more than what it is: just goodnight,
may you sleep well tonight... just this.
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Recollection
03:54
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All the things you got aināt everything you are,
to me thereās something more to sing
that one should dare to beā¦
Got so much to say
and even more to play,
but all is stuck in my pen
feelinā like it wonāt come out again.
Days of yore! How could I have been so sure?
That was the refrain: āplease get the fuck away!ā
Thereās no need to say that March is not May;
there should be more to sing,
something more to beā¦
Got so much to say
and even more to play,
but all is stuck in my head
feelinā like it wonāt come out again.
Days of yore! How could I have been so sure?
That was the refrain: āplease get the fuck away!ā
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One-Hour-Love
02:49
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Something you know: thatās about how long youāve known me,
but thereās something you donāt: I have elected you my one-hour-love.
One-hour-love, donāt be mistaken ācause itās not our love,
Iām flying up above in one-hour-love.
It will soon be gone.
Something you got: thatās the kinda look I find in your eyes,
beautiful lies I would whisper staring at the sky.
Weāre out of time, donāt be sad Iām feelinā good, I feel fine,
Iāve had the time of my life
my one-hour-wife, there at my side but now out of sightā¦
One-hour-love, no oneās mistaken ācause itās not a real love,
we flew up above in one-hour-love.
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Forever and a Day
03:06
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Nothing lasts foreverā¦
ā¦but those days weāve spent together in our arms,
within our souls, with what we believed to be our goalsā¦
I loved you that time and that very time is forever.
I kissed you and that very kiss is forever,
no matter how long it lasted, itās forever:
Forever and a day.
Nothing lasts forever but the days weāve spent together...
I burnt the sauce and thatās no good, but I did burn for you tooā¦
I loved you that time and that very time is forever.
I kissed you and that very kiss is forever,
no matter how long it lasted, itās forever:
Forever and a day.
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8. |
Raw
04:14
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If you had to unmask, what would it be like?
Would it be fast? Would it be everlastingly slow?
If you had to dance, whom would it be with?
And would it be soft? Would it be unceasingly hard rock?
Would it be hot? Would it be harsh?
Would it be like youāve ever thought it would be to sit and talk to him?
That rough?
If someone dared to ask, what would you reply:
āNo more hearts on my sleeveā or āno Judas kiss on my skinā?
What if it was hot, would you be that harsh?
Would you feel like youāve ever thought you would feel if you sat and talked and laid?
Happy to have played that raw?
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9. |
Christmas Blues
03:19
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Christmas time, late at night.
Somethingās missing in our eyes.
Save some words for the next time.
Steer clear of me. Please.
Christmas time, sleepless night:
lights and stuff straight in my eyes.
Steer clear of me, please.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Fuck the bells, fasten belts, engine works its way:
oh, what fun is it to ride in a fast car without brakes?
Fuck the bells, fasten belts, engine works its way.
Christmas time, endless night.
Rotten baublesā fixing time, staring at the tree.
Steer clear of me.
Please.
Fuck the bells, fasten belts, engine works its way:
oh, what fun is it to ride in a fast car without brakes?
Fuck the bells, fasten belts, engine works its way.
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Roberto Ventimiglia Rome, Italy
"Pursuing artistic freedom since 1982".
š¬š§ Born in 1982, Roberto Ventimiglia is a classically
trained composer writing both pop-oriented tunes and contemporary (neo)classical music.
š®š¹ Nato nel 1982, Roberto Ventimiglia ĆØ un compositore italiano di formazione classica che scrive sia brani pop che musica (neo)classica contemporanea.
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