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‘L'opera possiede contemporaneamente più di un senso, per struttura, e nonostante l’incapacità di coloro che l’ascoltano’ (Barthes/Walter von Tyrol, Pretzel)

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Lyrics 1.First Freight Train Home (music and lyrics by PS) Knocking on, knocking on my door in the night. Ramble on, rambling like the dreams in my mind. My days have all come and have gone, I’m gonna jump on the first freight train home. Rolling on, rolling down the road from the hill, snow and pills, shaking like I can’t sit down still. Here I am like a dog with no bone, I’m gonna … 2. It’s Not Easy to Kill John Prine (music and lyrics by BG) It was just yesterday but seems so long ago, when Mr. Doube J was knockin‘ on my door. He speaks so kind that I never can refuse, and it’s gonna turn me loose. Sometime 6 turns up to 9 but I’m not ready to change my mind, you got yours and I got mine, and it’s not easy to kill John Prine. So if you meet somebody crossing your own path, it’s good advice to you For taking down your wrath: all of your mind will not fill an empty heart, and now you will you do the math? 3. Don’t Blame Me (music and lyrics by PS) When the morning came inside of me and woke me, I saw you standing there with your pale blue shoes on, Then you looked away, is that the game you play, you were looking like your name was Maria, that’s when you said to me: ‘don’t blame me, I wasn’t looking for answers, don’t blame me, I wasn’t looking for love’. On the telephone with the dial tone to keep me company, my Sunday morning line while they play John Prine on the radio; you’re still in the air, like a blue fanfare, I can hear again your symphony, just what you said to me: ‘don’t …’ And then that Monday morning came and you didn’t call, and I thought that maybe you did really mean just what you said to me: ‘don’t …’. 4. Non Me Piase Il Piezo (music and lyrics by PS) Non me piase il piezo, non piase neanche a Creso, I wanna hear my guitar here tonight, want to hear it all right. It seems like I am playing through the phone, and I moan but I’m all grown (up), I won’t play your electric guitar, I won’t play my Ramona. I don’t need an amplifier let the crowd be setting fire to the bar room, white room, hey. I’m not playing a Squire and you don’t call me a liar, gimme mike boom, back room, hey. Non me piase il piezo, non piase neanche a Creso, I wanna hear my acoustic guitar, want to smoke my cigar. Yo toco un tango y milonga, mi g’ho la nerchia longa, un metro ocho seis, ma col piezo yo siento dolor, tu ciuciame l’osei, hey. It sits under the bridge, it makes me sound like in a fridge, like Willie’s Trigger.I don’t need to compensate, yes that is all that you could take can’t have it bigger. 5. Cheap Beer and Cocaine (music and lyrics by BG) I got a story for you if you’re ready for that, the rooster crows, somebody beat on a brat. Y’know a second chance seems like to be blessed twice, ‘cause I’m the last man standing ready to pay my price. Wasted years, days of trouble and shame, wasted years, cheap beer and cocaine.It’s been a long time gone from everyone in county jail, every single night excape hound dogs on my trail. I was a hungry soul lost in the flood of my sins, my heart as a black hole deep in the pocket of my blue jeans. 6. Love in East LA (music and lyrics by PS) I wet my back in the Rio Grande, I wound up in the Angels’ land. 38 steady by my side I lost my hope by Ikept my pride. So jump on that train Rosalita, turn your back to the dolce vita, say ‘hey Mr. custom man ifI may, I’m gonna find love in East LA. I saw her shine down from Griffith Park, I heard the call for a brand new start. I met my man down in Hollywood, though mama said I don’t think you should. So … 7. Oh Lonesome Me (music and lyrics by Don Gibson) Everybody's going out and having fun, I'm a fool for staying home and having none. I can't get over how she set me free, oh, oh, lonesome me. There must be some way that I can lose these lonesome blues, forget about the past, find someone new. I've thought of everything from A to Z, oh, oh, lonesome me. I'll bet she's not like me, she's out and fancy free, flirting with the boys with all her charms. But I still love her so and brother, don't you know, I'd welcome her right back here in my arms. 8. Point of No Return (music and lyrics by PS) The fire is burning slow, pale blue ambers cast their glow, open skies is what I yearn, at the point of o return. He’s a cowboy, he’s going far, with a song on his guitar, when the bend comes it’s time to turn, at the point of no return. He’ll be waiting one more day, he’ll be riding, come what may, and his bread he’ll have to earn, at the point of no return. He’s a rider in the rain, he’s a killer made of clay, down in hell may they burn, it’s the point of no return. 9. Homeless Heart (music and lyrics by PS) Little Alice has left forever and Mary Ann’s on her way, no songs to sing and no words left to say. Pushing Jay on his way back home Sue was waiting for dawn, no way to be right, too much time to be wrong. So many ways to end it, no way to start, and it’s getting late for a homeless heart. And America’s waking up to the new phoney day, no songs to sing, no words left to say. So many … 10. Autumn Days (music and lyrics by PS) Fireflies in an empty jar, running ‘round but not too far, they’ve gone away; there’s better times you trust me friend, staying up all night to see the end, they never die. I never thought it could go wrong, when summer fades away, I’ll be there if you come along, on these autumn days. Brown grass and a plastic flower, looking down from my ivory tower, it never falls; cotton dress waiving in the breeze, piano players begging please, why not me?But it just couldn’t turn out right, nothing ever stays, time leaves a moonless night, and these autumn days. 11. The Day it All Turns Around (music and lyrics by PS) I hear the faraway train, like a wolf in the night, in a hot month of June. Train, your sad whistle moans, I’m standing alone, you won’t come too soon. I still think it could be the day when it all turns around. See the glittering lights, a song in the night soothing my pain. Smell of kerosene, setting the scene for drizzling rain. And they say … Look, the fine lonesome knight he gave up the fight for the maidens at home. He’ll hide when the planets collide, when the evening tide will be shining like chrome. And they say …

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