All music by Massimiliano Galli
All lyrics by Daniele Idini
lyrics
In the measuring we ask, why way too much is
How this could be… be an elevator chat.
In the how we ask too much about the way the weather's stuck
On last week's forecast.
Until boring is the only way forward,
And freedom is the only way the day goes;
Until the names we put to minutes are the hours of the billions.
No solution offered but the problem translated.
To save the same paper no space is left unwritten.
The price for the answers has risen
By the same rate new words are printed.
The plants outside have grown faster.
From the window at the kitchen table speechless.
The man rests his eyes on the wife's plate uneaten.
All his questions are insured against a mortgage and some stale bread.
How many miles of wired wildness cross the oceans above the clouds
Holiday makers and leavers waiting for their turn to get out.
Pack my stuff in a suitcase and send it to the fake address of the letter box
On the beach on the island ashore the roads swiped by the waves we dreamed of surfing.
Not a chance to swim in the quicksands, breaking records.
A weekend each we'll hope for someone, Sunday paper after Sunday paper.
A week brushed the bearded grooms, groomed is the beard of the Prophet.
Groomed is Christ’s beard on the crosses.
Groomed is my garden with weed killer in every corner.
I decide Nature.
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