When love becomes resentment

and resentment becomes despair,

all that remains is the need of making it public.

Pathetically, of course.


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Imagine a war
which everyone won
Permanent holiday
in endless sun
Peace without wisdom,
one steals to achieve
Relentlessly,
pretending to believe
Attitudes are materialistic,
positive or frankly realistic
Which is terribly old-fashioned,
isn’t it?

...Or isn’t it?

DJ culture...
dance with me
DJ culture...
let’s pretend

Living in a satellite of fantasy
Waiting for the night to end

Let’s pretend
we won a war
Like a football match,
ten-nil the score
Anything’s possible,
we’re on the same side
Or otherwise on trial
for our lives

I’ve been around the world
for a number of reasons
I’ve seen it all,
the change of seasons

And I, my lord,
may I say nothing?

DJ culture.
dance with me
DJ culture...
let’s pretend

Living in a satellite of fantasy
Waiting for the night to end

DJ culture...
dance with me...
DJ culture.
let’s pretend.

Living in a satellite of fantasy
Wondering who’s your friend...

Now as a matter of pride
Indulge yourself,
your every mood
No feast-days,
or fast-days, or days
of abstinence intrude

Consider for a minute
who you are
What you’d like to change,
never mind the scars. -change-

Bury the past,
empty the shelf.
Decide it’s time to reinvent yourself.
It’s time.

Like Liz before Betty,
she after Sean,
Suddenly you’re missing,
then you’re reborn

And I, my lord,
may I say nothing..?

DJ culture.
Dance with me.
DJ culture.
Dance with me...

Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end...

DJ culture...
dance with me...
DJ culture.
let’s pretend.

Living in a satellite fantasy
Wondering who’s your friend...

And I, my lord,

...may I say nothing?


(Living in a satellite fantasy, waiting for the night to end...)

SECOND NATURE -Electronic

I adore this song....


I use to think that I was lonely
When I was a young boy
Doing what they told me
(Living rather coldly)

Too many lessons in the school class
Stated my allegiance
Mixing with the wrong class

I lived at home with all my family
Even had my own key
It was given to me
(Parents listened to me)
Allowed to be alone
(Then left me alone)

There was never any friction
Starring in my own film
(A starring role in my film)
It was my addiction
(It was science fiction)

You don't have to wait
The world will carry on
It's there in your face
But it won't stay for long

Let's be a nation
And sit upon a throne
Don't ever hesitate
Just carry on

The older boys were rather surly
Living in the wrong place
Made me grow up early
But it was my home

As I complete my own existence
Staring at my own life
(I look at the old one)
Fading in the distance
Down a semitone

Smiling faces of the neighbors
Proud of their endeavors
Unemployed forever
watch TV at home

You don't have to wait
The world will carry on
It's there in your face
But it won't stay for long

Let's be a nation
And sit upon a throne
Don't ever hesitateJust carry on

It sometimes happens to me that I fall in love with a brain.

Sisí.

Not witha' whooole package.

Only the brains.


As there are people who fall in love with a body,
my mind is easily aroused by brains.


Although I cannot say I ever fell in love with someone who didn't have some kind of a sex-appeal.



*Italian genes, can't do anything about it*