Sior and Siori Good day,
with great honor I present the work in four hands id ziovini Bergamo two built for the combo Sunday August 1 @ arcibloom (BG ).
Everything was done in this way.
Well, you have six hours, the theme is Atlantis, good job.
We could go and multiply, kill, go home to his grandmother, lay the table and probably people did-or even to go search for it (done), all in freedom.
I had given hole. Then proceeds to take C ACIO (aka Alessandro Lesi, as well as splendid man winter couch sloth), thickness songwriter, a talented talking about.
Thus, improvisation on improvisation, we decided to join forces and we have given birth to the story of a fish or perhaps as old as Mike Buongiorno more (hence the name), who followed the flow of migrants from Europe, cardboard suitcase in hand. Sees the human misery in their light and free, full of dreams, which makes him explode in envy, it awakens the disillusionment and cynicism. Our Atlantis we caught in the States, we have chosen New York as sibolo of evolution, richness and projection screen of expectations. Undeterred and eroded its core of black bones, our water is just waiting all this world above his head unattainable dream become bread for his stomach.
I've written, rewritten cheese, arranged, and designed.
I've written, rewritten cheese, arranged, and designed.
Pending coloraterrima report published on the website of the magazine mentioned above, and a registraizone of the piece, I put a little piece of my puzzle, and the text of our song.
Enjoy!
Mike
(Lesi's Milesi-directs the Master Cheese)
My fins have seen the world and know
the selfishness of suicide notes,
hats unnecessary.
the bottom of the waves meeting the trophies of finance,
the gold rush, conquest
your hunger satisfied.
are pressed for choice between the walls and liquid metal keels
who lie with me.
many feet above my roof made of waves,
I was under your eyes amazed
the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving crossed the bridge,
island is well worth an ocean, a continent
old, cocky and now
defeated.
water and islands are democratic
leave only on his route. Revenue
of bullying in your high city.
What a pity that the evolution
not about you all, that the apex of wealth
not daily bread.
Revenge is my meal, I'll stay
not indigestible,
sharks in the depths of the rags are the dreams of human beings,
distant fragments.
And the alarm is a moment, a flight
ruins,
unexpected defeat
without a foundation design.
not worth anything
Selfish arrogant pushy
New roommate
your breath away ...
the selfishness of suicide notes,
hats unnecessary.
the bottom of the waves meeting the trophies of finance,
the gold rush, conquest
your hunger satisfied.
are pressed for choice between the walls and liquid metal keels
who lie with me.
many feet above my roof made of waves,
I was under your eyes amazed
the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving crossed the bridge,
island is well worth an ocean, a continent
old, cocky and now
defeated.
water and islands are democratic
leave only on his route. Revenue
of bullying in your high city.
What a pity that the evolution
not about you all, that the apex of wealth
not daily bread.
Revenge is my meal, I'll stay
not indigestible,
sharks in the depths of the rags are the dreams of human beings,
distant fragments.
And the alarm is a moment, a flight
ruins,
unexpected defeat
without a foundation design.
not worth anything
Selfish arrogant pushy
New roommate
your breath away ...
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