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WHEN MUSIC BECOME POETRY: Skyfall, by Adele

This is the end. Hold your breath and count to ten. Feel the earth move and then hear my heart burst again. For this is the end I’ve drowned and dreamt this moment, so overdue I owe them swept away, I’m stolen. Let the skyfall, When it crumbles we will stand tall, face it all together, let the skyfall, and ...

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WHEN MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Pain in my heart, by Otis Redding

PAIN IN MY HEART Pain in my heart, she’s treating me cold, where can my baby be Lord no one knows. Pain in my heart just won’t let me sleep, where can my baby be, Lord where can she be. Another day, as again it is though, I want you to come back, come back, come back, baby, ’till I ...

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Franco Battiato, “The Season of Love”

THE SEASON OF LOVE The season of love comes and goes, desires do not age almost never with age. If I think about how I misspent my time, that will not return, will not return. The season of love comes and goes, suddenly without realizing, the live, will surprise you. We have had occasions, losing them; not rimpiangerle not rimpiangerle ...

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Franco Battiato, “And I come to you search”

AND I COME TO YOU SEARCH And I come to you search, just to see you or talk, because I need your presence, to better understand my essence. This popular sentiment, born from mechanical divine, a mystical rapture and sensual imprisons me to you. Should I change the object of my desires, not content with small everyday joys, make like ...

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Franco Battiato, “The Cure”

THE CURE I will protect you from the fears of hypochondria from disturbances that will meet today for your street. Injustices and deceptions of your time, from the failures that your nature will attract. I will relieve you from pain and your mood swings, the obsessions of your delusions. Overcome the gravitational currents, space and light to not grow old. ...

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: And I come to you search – By Franco Battiato

AND I COME TO YOU SEARCH And I come to look, just to see you or talk, because I need your presence, to better understand my essence. This popular sentiment, born of mechanical divine, a mystical rapture and sensual imprisons me to you. Should I change the object of my desires, not content with small everyday joys, make like a ...

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: The sky in a room, by Gino Paoli

THE SKY IN A ROOM When you’re here with me, this room has no walls but trees, infinite trees. When you’re here with me, this purple ceiling no, no longer exists. I see the sky above us, that we stay here abandoned, as if there was nothing left, nothing left in the world. Harmonious sounds, like an organ that vibrates ...

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: The song of lost love, by Fabrizio de André

THE SONG OF LOVE LOST   You remember blooming violets, with our words “we will not let us never, never and never.” I would tell you the same thing now, but as soon as they do, love, roses to wither. So for us, the love that pulls the hair is lost now, it just has a few listless caress and ...

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THE CARE – By Franco Battiato

THE CARE I’ll protect you from the fears of hypochondria from disturbances that will meet today for your street. Injustices and deceptions of your time, from the failures that your nature will attract. Will relieve you from pain and your mood swings, the obsessions of your delusions. Overcome the gravitational currents, space and light to not grow old. And heal ...

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ALMOST NOTHING: By Francis Cabrel

ALMOST NOTHING And that’s all I know to do, wind in bamboo chests, swathes of sky to your eyelids and others to hang on your neck. It is nothing to the ordinary sky, blue like you see everywhere, but I have put all my know-how and throughout our history below. You see, it’s almost nothing. It is so little. It’s ...

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