Franz Di Cioccio

Inflate you waistcoat, wind down your eyes,
Tie on your best smile, check your disguise.
Dryclean your old jokes, practise despair,
Hide your relations under the stairs.
You're invited to attend the turkey party convention;
Isn't that nice?
You can leave your troubles at the door
We have ways to make you cheer
As long as you're not sick or poor
A negro or a queer.
We can fit you with a suit of clothes
That will make you look like us,
An appointments book and a new outlook
A ladder or a truss
Have another cup of reality
Drink and drink some more!
You can own a boat, a house, a car,
Or live like Howard Hughes;
Come on what have you got to lose...
And if you're discreet there are pleasures sweet
You can even swap your wife
If you'11 only sign the dotted une
You'11 be fine... Oh so fine...
Thank you for joining here are your pills
The man in the white coat wilI send you the bill.
Would you like to meet
Our most distinguished member... a doctor Faustus by name!
Is my face on straight?
Will they laugh at the gate
Oh I mustn' t be late
Is my face on straight?
Is my face on straight?
Will they let me throught the gate
Oh I mustn't be late
Is my face on straight... Is my face on straight...
Is my face on straight?

cerco il sole ma non c'...
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no,
sveglia, mi guarda, non so.
Gi l'odore della terra odor di grano,
sale adagio verso me.
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano,
respira la nebbia, penso a te.
Quanto verde tutto intorno a ancor pi in l,
sembra quasi un mare l'erba,
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda...
Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo come me:
faccio un passo, lui mi vede, gi
fuggito...
Respiro la nebbia, penso a te.
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono come, un uomo in cerca di se stesso
no, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo...
Ma intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra gi:
il giorno come sempre sar.

Celebration
You've spent a long time waiting
For a perfect yesterday,
Now fill your heart with celebration
For that's love's way.

You're into fashion
Oh, yeah, but I'm into jeans
You're into martinis
But I'm into pop machines
CHORUS
You love romantic nights
But honey, love and satin sheets just ain't for me
'Cause you know what I love
I love, you love, we love whipped cream-whipped cream
I want, you want, we want whipped cream-squire me, baby!
I love, you love, we love whipped cream-whipped cream
You're into sports cars
Oh, yeah, but I'd rather drive a truck
You'd rather make love
Oh, yeah, but I'd rather...
CHORUS

Black roses laced with silver
By a broken moon
Ten million stars
And the whispered
harmonies of leaves
We werer these

Beside a dried up fountain
Lie five dusty tomes
With faded pasted pictures
Of love's reverie
Across each cover is written
Herein are Photos of Ghosts
Of ghosts of ghosts
Of the days we ran
and the days we sang

Piove gi:
piove piano,
piove su di me;
viene il giorno viene piano,
quieto qui dA me,
piove gi.
Suona gi sullo stagno,
cade senza et.
sui colori gioca piano,
l'acqua senza et.
Piove su un mondo da vivere
Piove sul giorno che qua
Piove sul tempo che arriver.
Grazie davvero di vivere
grazie del giorno che qua
grazie del tempo che arriver.
Piove gi piove piano,
piove su di me:
viene giorno, viene piano,
quieto qui da me:
piover