ER RIFUGGIO (The Refuge)
A le curte: te vòi sbrigà d'Aggnesa
Senza er risico tuo? Be', tu pprocura
D'ammazzalla vicino a quarche chiesa:
Poi scappa drento, e nun avé ppavura.
In zarvo che tu ssei dopo l'impresa,
Freghete del mandato de cattura;
Ché a chi tte facci l'ombra de l'offesa
Una bona scomunnica è ssicura.
Lassa fà: staccheranno la licenza:
Ma ppe la grolia der timor de Dio,
C'è sempre quarche pprete che ce penza.
Tu nun ze' un borzarolo né un giudìo,
Ma un cristiano c'ha perzo la pacenza:
Dunque, tu mena, curri in chiesa, e addio.
English
In short: do you want to get rid of Agnes
Without any risk? What you have to do
Is to kill her near a church:
Then run inside, and don't worry [1] .
Once you're safe after the action,
Don't care about the warrant of arrest;
Because anyone trying to harm you
Would surely be excommunicated.
Let them do: they'll issue the warrant:
But for the glory of the fear of God
There's always a priest who will care.
You're not a thief nor a jew [2] ,
You're a man [3] who lost his temper:
So, strike and run inside: that's it.
poem by Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
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Joyous Philandering
Enfolded in the most soothing feeling of
accomplishment, I have completed the
second warrant of arrest with enough
archaic phrases to humour my flighty
mind
We command, require and instruct to
receive, maintain, uphold, re-enforce,
apply and implement the warrant of
arrest, nobody shall be left in doubt
about
Action to be taken after such strenuous
commanding, requiring and instructing,
such grandiose terms can only mean
one thing: Grab the criminal and put
him
In prison – tout suite - make no bones
about it – let him languish while we
deliberate how long it will take to
rehabilitate him – sorry, just our
little joke
We know prison is a crash course in uncon-
ditional pilfering and joyous philandering, in
perfecting the techniques of seizing the
possessions of other people since
criminals believe
Everybody as callous and unworthy as they
themselves; as for the good guys, the Lord
will take care of them - no need to worry
about their problems, one prayer and
they will be
Happy again while praying for
their lost brethren…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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LI FRATI D'UN PAESE (The Friers of The Village)
Senti sto fatto. Un giorno de st'istate
Lavoravo ar convento de Genzano,
E ssentivo de sopra ch'er guardiano
Tirava giù biastime a carrettate;
Perché, essenno le gente aridunate
Per cantà la novena a ssan Cazziano,
Cerca qua, chiama là, quer zagristano
Drento a le celle nun trovava un frate.
Era vicino a notte, e un pispillorio
Già se sentiva in de la chiesa piena,
Quanno senti che ffa ppadre Grigorio.
Curze a intoccà la tevola de cena,
E appena che fu empito er refettorio
Disse: "Alò, frati porchi, a la novena!".
English
Listen to this story. During last summer one day
I was working at the monastery in Genzano [1] ,
When I heard upstairs the sacristan
Swearing like a trooper.
Because while the people had gathered
To sing the novena [2] for St.Cassian,
The sacristan, looking for the friars high and low,
Could not find any of them in their rooms.
Night was approaching, and a whispering
Already came from the crowded church,
So listen what Father Gregory did.
He ran to sound the dinner bell
And as soon as the refectory was full
Said: "Hurry up, lousy friars, to the novena!"
poem by Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
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The Squeeze That Just Might Kill You
I will not let fear keep me in a plastic bubble.
I'm sorry I just don't care no matter the amount of risk involved.
During your birth you could of died.
During every breath you take you could die.
An aneurysm can occur cause extreme amounts of pain anytime before you die.
Nights of constant screaming.
Agony to the infinity.
And sometimes in the case of brain cancer their is no remedy.
If you believe for second you safe locked away behind close doors.
You in for a eye opener.
One day you'll wish you didn't.
Germs can kill.
Pills can kill.
Smoking can kill.
Fire can kill.
Electricity can kill.
A simple fall can kill.
They are millions of way you can be killed each and every day.
You are living one big fat lie.
So just take some wings and soar.
Embrace every moment while your still here.
Because it won't be too long before gone.
The reaper will come and your fear of your own mortality will remedied once and for all.
The only solution I see is take nothing granted.
Don't dwell that which is too petty to really worry about.
It's just the small stuff listen to me.
Come over here if you need anymore encouragement I'll give you a hug.
A squeeze that might just kill you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Here's to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize;
Now to the maid who has none, sir:
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow;
Now to her that's as brown as a berry:
Here's to the wife with her face full of woe,
And now to the damsel that's merry.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
For let 'em be clumsy, or let 'em be slim,
Young or ancient, I care not a feather;
So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim,
And let us e'en toast them together.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
poem by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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Care 4 You Why
Why do I care 4 you
Why am I there 4 you
Why do I Try
I am lost in my fellings
I am lost in careing 4 you
Nobody cares about me
All alone
All by myself
Lost inside
Lost on the outside
No fellings
No where to go
Care 4 You Why
Why do you not care 4 me
Lost forever
No point to care
I don't need you
Care 4 me please
I am alone in this empty world
Filled with no care and love
I shell end it all no more careing 4 you my endless hope
poem by Keith Young
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"The Summons"
Io seguir per sempre
con lo sguardo
il tuo copro
non credevo mai di averti qui
vicino a me, solo con te
Giulia i tuoi occhi
verdi come il mare
li ho sognati mille notti
senza dimenticare
quella sera, al tramonto
tutti in compagnia, col vento
d'estate che portava magia
sar per te
ci che vorrai
ti venderei anche l'anima
Amami
senza piet
amami, amami, amami oh
amami
come ti va
amami, amami, amami oh
Ora che ho qui
chi volevo
tutto il mondo fuori
mi sembra diverso
ogni tua parola
ogni tuo gesto
rimangono impressi nella mente
non li scorder di certo
sono con te
se tu lo vuoi
ma fa che tra noi non finisca mai
Amami
senza piet
amami, amami, amami oh
amami
come ti va
amami, amami, amami oh
Ho scalato le vette pi alte
ho lottato per esser con te
Amami, amami, amami oh
amami ...
song performed by by Kiss
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Unsigned Letter
She got an unsigned letter from her secret someone
And she fell into the mystery
Words were few and specifically vague
Intrinsic intrigue
But it said everything
When it just read come to me
Shes always been that responsible someone
Safe within her simplicity
But all this cloak and dagger is stoking her heart
Stroking her curiosity
Is plain little jane
Gonna risk everything
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying a torch for love in vain
Is she gonna break the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowing that she could release pandoras shame
Welcome to the game
Whats in a name
She must be dreamin as she boards a plane
And flies into her fantasy
A first class ticket to the city of boston
Is all she knows of her destiny
When she touches down
Will her feet hit the ground
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying a torch for love in vain
Is the gonna bread the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowing that she could release pandoras shame
Welcome to the game
Whats in a name
Is our little plain jane
Gonna risk everything
Yeah.
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying the torch for love in vain
Is the gonna break the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowin that she could release pandoras shame
Oh, welcome to the game
Whats in a name
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.
Ayn Rand in Anthem, 1946
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ER ZAGRIFIZZIO D'ABBRAMO III (Abraham's Sacrifice 3)
"Pacenza", dice Isacco ar zu' padraccio,
Se butta s'una pietra inginocchione,
E quer boja de padre arza er marraccio
Tra cap'e collo ar povero cojone.
"Fermete, Abbramo: nun calà quer braccio",
Strilla un Angiolo allora da un cantone:
"Dio te vorze provà co sto setaccio..."
Bee, bee... Chi è quest'antro! è un pecorone.
Inzomma, amici cari, io già sso' stracco
D'ariccontavve er fatto a la distesa.
La pecora morì: fu sarvo Isacco:
E quella pietra che m'avete intesa
Mentovà ssur più bello de l'acciacco,
Sta a Roma, in Borgo-novo, in d'una chiesa.
English
"I resign myself", said Isaac to his evil father,
Dropping to his knees over a stone,
And that wicked father raised the knife [1]
Over the neck of the poor fool.
"Stop, Abraham: don't let your arm down",
Cried an Angel from a corner:
"God wanted to put you to the test..."
Baa, baa... Who's there! a ram.
In conclusion, dear friends, I'm now tired
of telling you the story in full.
The ram died: Isaac was saved:
And that stone you heard me mention
At the crucial stage of this abuse,
Is in Rome, in Borgo Nuovo, in a church [2] .
poem by Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
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Literary Masterpiece
Rocked up at work, all confused,
we discussed books we loved as
kids, Hanlie reminiscences about
Bible and Vicky Villard Stories - I
recall a garage stacked with book-
club detective novels, hands killing
victims by giving them a fright in the
night, she read comic books at school
We got gargantuan amounts of photo-
books from grandma De Lange while
grandma Alice subscribed to Reader's
Digest, we read Shangri-La and Beau
Geste so condensed - they lacked all
fire and spice, only an outline left, then
I tried tackling a document, International
Warrant of Arrest - my mind wandering
Listening to an André Rieu DVD playing
because cold silence punctuated by the
tapping of keyboards is a symbol of the
end of all life; with Carmen and Zorba on
my earphones engaging my heart, I shall
try again to relay the quaint legalese of the
warrant of arrest - a literary masterpiece
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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All I Have To Do Is Kill Her (live)
All I Have To Do Is Kill myself
Pulling this watch as faces go
Pulling in a word and done it slow this other time
I see your face is silent
Oh, we go away and play
What have you done
Takes a feeling inside us all
Continue out with just one push in my mouth
But you're so close now
And you're so close now
All I have to do is three short blows
All that still is best inside
The full when the wall
And you don't even know
And the other faces here with me
The others dressed in summers thing
If only one way is to be beautiful
If only one way is to the other song
And every time it's you, it's like the blood on the stairs is sent away
And every time we see it's all said before you
If only the ways to kill you
You used to say this fear of drowning
Fear no death by water
Father walks in at the foot of the bed
Six of you want to see you safe
Just one time you'll meet this man
All you've got to do is kill her
And all you've got to do is kill her
Trickle the sands against and pull the animals
Just out of the womb
Seeing the cow dead before he was born
It's the man he, he loved
The solid pieces fell on the ground
He couldn't kill another life
He couldn't kill another life
He couldn't kill another life
It's all been painted with love
It could have been some friends
Pulling strings to meet you
All I want to do is reach it
She says 'Let go my shoulder!'
See the sky!
And the sky goes black
And the sky goes black
I just want to feel her
I just want to feel her
I just want you to feel it
I just want you to feel it -a
song performed by by Cure
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The Third Witness
he said instead of the warrant of arrest
the police officer aimed a gun at him
and so he looked at the sky
called upon God and then he closed his eyes
and bowed and knelled on the ground
and kissed the sands
and then he ran away
to nowhere.....
he did not know what happened next.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Innocent actions carry their warrant with them.
Sento Le Campane
Gino sei un cane
Fammi bere fammi b
Meno male bella infame
Che dal buio arrivi tu
Quando vedo te
Sento le campane
Mi scappa la pip
Da da dallemozione
Sono proprio un bel tacchino
Nella notte coccod
Vuoi vedere che dal fango
Nasce un fiore anche per me
Quando vedo te
Sento le campane
Mi scappa la pip
Da da dallemozione
sempre il solito riff, s
Per mi sento bene
Quando vedo te
Sento le campane
Sono figlio di una pistola
Vieni via con me
Sono figlio di una notte che vola
Ti porto via con me
Get down....... I wanna give you my love.......... yeah
Stand up.......... I wanna give you my love.......... yeah
Black out......... I wanna give you my love.......... yeah
Gino sei un cane
Ora vado via perch
Lei mi vuole, lei ha fame
Nella notte coccod
Quando vedo te
Sento le campane
Mi scappa la pip
Da da dallemozione
sempre il solito riff, s
Per mi sento bene
Mi scappa solo la pip
Su questo mondo infame
Get funk
song performed by by Zucchero
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My bed isn't made, I'm tired, I haven't slept well for two weeks. I haven't been laid in a month. I don't have a girlfriend. I have a warrant for my arrest.
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Kill The King
Danger, danger the queens about to kill
Theres a stranger, stranger and life about to spill
Oh no, move me out of harm
I need a spell and a charm
Fly like the wind
Im no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on
Kill the king
Tear him down
Kill the king
Strike him down
Power, power it happens every day
Power, devour all along the way
Oh no, move me out of harm
I need a spell and a charm
Fly like the wind
Im no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on
Kill the king
Treason, treason, the specter looms again
Treason, treason, the realm is safe and then
Oh no, move me out of harm
I need a spell and a charm
Fly like the rainbow
Im no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on
Kill the king
Tear him down
Kill the king
Got to take his crown
Kill the king
Hell rule no more
Strike him dead
Hell rule no more
Strike him dead
The people roar
Kill the king
Take his head
Down, down, down, down
Oh, kill
Oh, kill
Oh, oh
song performed by by Rainbow
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I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.
Overtime
Sometimes the looks I get
From people that Ive never met
Its cruel
Poor hard done by you
Sometimes I hear remarks
Like hes a snake out in the grass
Its cruel
Poor hard done by you
Well I beat around the bush a lot
Dont let my feelings show
cause if I did Id surely hit the roof
Maybe if youd listened
Youdve known something was missing
What I say surely is the truth
Well Ive been working on this overtime
You might think that I dont care
But if you look inside this heart of mine
Youll still be there
Some lovers wont admit
That all the pieces just wont fit
Its cruel
Poor hard done by you
So tell me that Im blind
To let my heart go rule my mind
Its cruel
Poor hard done by you
Well Ive been working on this overtime
You might think that I dont care
But if you look inside this heart of mine
Youll still be there
Ive been working on this overtime
Whats been done I cant repair
But if you look inside this heart of mine
Youll still be there
My wanderlust betrayed your trust
Dont want forgiving
All things must change, it aint so strange
Lifes for the living
(baby baby please)
Ive been working on this overtime
You might think that I dont care
But if you look inside this heart of mine
Youll still be there
Ive been working on this overtime
Whats been done I cant repair
But if you look inside this heart of mine
Youll still be there
Ive been working on this overtime
You might think that I dont care
But if you look inside this heart of mine
Youll still be there
Poor hard done by you
song performed by by Level 42
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Standing Ovation
C' un mistero che non lo so
Quando ti vedo che cos'ho
Sento tremare lo stomaco
Qualcosa di profondo sai
Mi fa andar fuori di testa
Fuori di me
Io non capisco senza di te... (Oh no!?)
Il mondo che cos'?
Ho camminato per strade sai
Ho fatto cose che non dovrei
Ho visto cose fantastiche
Ho avuto donne bellissime
Nessuna ha mai chiarito se
Il mondo vero senza di te... (Oh no?)
Io credo di no!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te!
Standing ovation
ovation for you!
Ho passeggiato nel buio sai
ho vinto tutto e ho riperso poi
Ho visto cose fantastiche
Ho avuto donne bellissime
Nessuna ha mai chiarito se
Il mondo vero senza di te... (Oh no?)
Io credo di no!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te
Standing ovation
Ovation for you!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te
Standing ovation
Ovation for you
Ti ho mandato un messaggio ieri sera
sulla segreteria telefonica
sono dei fiori
No Ti ho pensato molto stamattina
Quando ho visto nascere il sole
Ti ho mandato subito un messaggino
Era: per te vorrei essere migliore
Standing ovation
Ovation for you
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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ER ZAGRIFIZZIO D'ABBRAMO II (Abraham's Sacrifice 2)
Doppo fatta un boccon de colazzione
Partirno tutt'e quattro a giorno chiaro,
E camminorno sempre in orazzione
Pe quarche mijo ppiù der centinaro.
"Semo arrivati: alò", disse er vecchione,
"Incollete er fascetto, fijo caro",
Poi, vortannose in là, fece ar garzone:
"Aspettateme qui voi cor zomaro".
Saliva Isacco, e diceva: "Papà,
Ma diteme, la vittima indov'è"?
E lui j'arisponneva: "Un po' ppiù in là".
Ma quanno finarmente furno sù,
Strillò Abbramo ar fijolo: "Isacco, a tte,
Faccia a tterra: la vittima sei tu".
English
II
After having a little breakfast
All four of them left at dawn,
And walked in prayer
A bit further than one hundred miles.
"Here we are: come on", said the old man,
"Take the bundle, dear son",
Then, turning towards the servant, he told him:
"You wait here with the donkey".
While climbing, Isaac asked: "Daddy,
Tell me, where's the victim?"
And he answered: "A bit further on".
But when they finally reached the top,
Abraham cried to his son: "Isaac, it's up to you,
Lay face down: you are the victim".
poem by Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
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