c'� del lardo in Garfagnana
un po' di possibile, sennò soffoco.
G. Deleuze
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
un po' di possibile, sennò soffoco.
G. Deleuze
*_____*
And on the radio
You hear, 'November Rain'
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
schusa sono scemo
si ono che sono scemo
mi ritengo scemo
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
nono le tette
schusa sono scemo
si ono che sono scemo
mi ritengo scemo