Unto Bisunto, Negro Petegro e Magro Impicco alla stazione dei treni di Brescia
l'uno era fatto, l'altro un po' allegro, il terzo era fico, si destreggiavano tra roba e piscia
tre ragazzine appena uscite da scuola in cerca di un piccolo divertimento
qualche righetta di coca non cola per un pomeriggio di gioia e sgomento
Madonna santa che ci posso fare senza delirio non riesco a volare
la mente aperta ma che me ne faccio? Cerco incoscienza e per vivere spaccio
Vita di strada, di cesso, di piazza, se non lo pago quell'altro mi ammazza
nuovo lavoro molto più redditizio però l'introito non supera il vizio
Forse controllano il mio cellulare però se va bene concludo un affare
cambio la vita, scappo nel Congo, però per ora mi faccio giù un colpo!
RIT. Madonna Santa...
Con un lezzo sibilante da serpente quella notte
la sbirraglia penetro' nella mia tana, sto in manette
non per farvi la morale a voi scugnizzi e birbantelle ma
francamente mi son rotto leggermente anche le palle
me l'han detto “sei troppo poco tagliato!”
“ti ci vorrebbe perlomeno un avvocato
uno tosto però eh, uno con i controcazzi
e vediamo un po' di ridimensionare i vizi!”
Però quando usciro da qui metterò la testa apposto
prendo moglie, scappo altrove, “in Sudamerica non piove”
vi dimostrerò che ancora sono un tipo molto tosto anche se
scivolando un poco meno sulla vecchia bianca neve
RIT. Madonna Santa...
Il delirio di Valerio fu un calvario, per fortuna s'è risolto tutto questo tafanario)
chi lo sa dove è finito ma cosa importa? Il tempo passa ed oggi ha chiuso un'altra porta.
VALERIO'S DELIRIUM:
“Dirty Greasy”, “Darky Black” and “Skinny Thin” at the railway station of Brescia
one was drugged, the other one a bit happy, the third was nice
they manage themselves between heroin and piss.
Three young girls just came out from the school, looking for a little funny game
some tiny strips of coca, not cola for a joyful and dismayed afternoon.
Oh Saint Virgin Mary! What can I do? Without delirium I cannot fly
Mind is open but how can I use it? I'm searching unconsciousness and I push drugs to survive.
Life of street, toilet and square, If I'll not pay him He will kill me
new job, much more profitable, but the income is less than the vice.
Maybe they control my mobile phone but If all is going alright I'll do good bargain soon
I'll change my job and I'll escape to Congo, but for the moment I just need a “blow”.
Oh Saint Virgin Mary! What can I do? Without delirium I cannot fly
Mind is open but how can I use it? I'm searching unconsciousness and I push drugs to survive.
With a snaky hissing stink that night the cops penetrated in my home, I'm in jail!
Not to moralize you bad boys and girls naughty girls but sincerely I broke a bit my balls.
They told me “You are not very clever, you need at least an advocate
a good one, one very combative and please, reduce the vices!”
But when I'll go out from here I'll become a good boy
I'll get married, I escape somewhere, “In South America it doesn't rain!”
I'll show you that I am still a very great fellow even if sliding a bit less on the old snow white!
Oh Saint Virgin Mary! What can I do? Without delirium I cannot fly
Mind is open but how can I use it? I'm searching unconsciousness and I push drugs to survive.
Valerio's delirium was a calvary, luckily all this mess now is resolved
who knows where he is now, but what does it matter?
Time pass and today has closed another door.
credits
from La Bacchetta Magica e Altre Storie...,
released February 9, 2015
LYRICS AND MUSIC BY CARLO “KAMAL” BONOMELLI
arrangement: Carlo “Kamal” Bonomelli (vocals, guitars), Federico “Freddy Meraviglia” Gelfi (bass), Massimiliano Angeloni (drums), Abdou Mbacke (sax), "La Scimmia" (female voice).
Carlo Bonomelli was born in a small mountain village in the middle of italian Alps. Musically self-taught, in the early
2000's he was part of several musical projects, In 2007 he started his solo project and during a trip to Nepal he received the nickname Kamal. Between 2010 and 2013 he lived between Australia and Asia.He actually lives between his village in the Alps and the rest of the Universe....more
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