Forthcoming countdown to unnegotiability
(2015)

Intro
(Instrumental)

Dante

Old school books, poems and novels
Memories of my teacher’s favourite
The divine comedy, sublime piece of art of the middle age

Daylight tripper, nightlife lover
Back’n’forth from hell to heaven, and from heaven to hell

Dante’s inferno
Sulphureous flames sorround me
As I’m walking through those lost souls

Daylight tripper, nightlife lover
Dreamin with spread eyes
Ain’t so difficult nowadays
Fly to Amsterdam, and you’ll be flying in Amsterdam
Daylight tripper, nightlife lover
Back’n’forth from hell to heaven, and from heaven to hell

Dante’s purgatory
Peace of mind ain’t for free
No pain, no gain
Eternal sufferance worth the holy prize
Dante’s purgatory
Stand before, down on your knees
You’ll earn the key to the seven skies

Here comes the light now we’re getting to heaven
Here comes the light now we’re getting to heaven
Dante’s earning miles still keeps earning miles
Dante’s earning fucking miles

Dante was a fucking frequent flyer

Dante’s pure heaven
Holy prize for the winners
Now take me back home
And let me toast with a thousand fellow sinners

Italian greyhound

You’re known with undeserved credit
D I Y guru you’re too jumpy as a habit

Stop playing beerpong, Listen up! it’s fucking Steve’ song
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide it’s fucking Steve’ song
I’m passing by, now stay aside, it’s fucking Steve’ song

Nineties are over
We’re all drunk and you’re so sober
It’s damn clear, I wont’ repent
Fuck you D I Y guru

Hail to the king without a crown
Who shot your Italian greyhound

I hate you Mr. V I P
You’re self-assuming to be like Houdini
Album maker, rockstar creator
Fuck you D I Y guru
I’ll say it again
F U C K Y O U D I Y guru

Hail to the king without a crown
Who shot your Italian greyhound

So much fame in your career, you flew fast like a rocket
Y’ only amounted to bills to pay, and little copper in your pocket

Don’t give a shit about your resume
You’re worth a worn tutu for the ballet
I won’t give a shit about your resume

Hail to the bank without a dime
Who shot your Italian greyhound

No more
encore
will find you out there
while you’re on tour


White stripes on the concrete

Such a warm feeling
When I ride everytime I Floor It
Heavy foot, testosterone

I’m coming to you, hold on a while
White Stripes on the concrete
Are taking me closer, and closer

Bet, bet, win or lose
White Stripes on the concrete

Living our lives’ been a gamble
Not a tick, lost, on the clock, lost
Out of control

I need your fingernails deep inside my back
Like you’ve never done before, before, before

That look hurts, that look hurts

These eyes paid off the surfing on the highway
Cops are chasing me, toilets, toilets
Can’t quit powder blows in public toilets
And I won’t, I will not

Fingernails, bites, kisses
Sun’s burning high, White Stripes on the concrete

Living our lives’ been a gamble
Not a tick, lost, on the clock, lost
Out of control

I want your fingernails deep inside my back
Like you’ve never done before

That look hurts, that look hurts

160,170 full a.b. damn full blower

Living our lives’ been a gamble
Not a tick, lost, on the clock, lost
Out of control

I want your fingernails deep inside my back
Like you’ve never done before

Why not eclipse?

Why not eclipse why not eclipse

Suspension hangin’ in between life and eternal peace
Forthcoming countdown to unnegotiability

Cruel intentions are cruel intentions arising
Kind of fear kind of fear we’re all denying
21st century philosophers asking anxious parents at home awake and waiting
21st century philosophers asking anxious parents at home awake and

Positive equations, user friendly conversations
Question marks on our nations, doubt on everyone’s perfection

Collectors drawing border between life and me
Direction lost in a babilonistic heresy
Objection (your honor) freedom doesn’t match with today’s obscurity
Ammos in a war, ammos in a school
Ammos in our fuckin’ homeland

Cruel intentions are cruel intentions arising
Kind of fear kind of fear we’re all denying
21st century philosophers asking anxious parents at home awake and waiting
21st century philosophers asking anxious parents at home awake and

Don’t blame us, we just inherited this
Don’t blame us, we just inherited this

…ARISE…

Cruel intentions are cruel intentions arising
Kind of fear kind of fear we’re all denying
21st century philosophers asking anxious parents at home awake and waiting
21st century philosophers asking anxious parents at home awake and waitin

Allure and felony, alibi and sanity, power and grace


Panzerfaust

Gunpowder smells good works even better
Gunpowder is filling the battlefields with a refreshing sense of cleanliness
Top of technology for modern democracy

Fake fake TV’s fake people are fake
My rearviewmirror’s fake
Objects are closer that they appear fake
Trust your dreams and will
trust no one, but you

Irak we will invade
Afghanistan we will invade
North Korea we will invade
Europe we will invade

Lack of values will lead us to annihilation
Mediatic magicians are painting us a great world
Bombing manipulating distorting
Salacadula magicabula bibbidi-bobbidi Boooo

Fake fake TV’s fake people are fake
My rearviewmirror’s fake
Objects are closer that they appear fake
Trust your dreams and will
trust no one, but you

Self defense and preventive war
Have massive extensions in their meaning now
Psycho-generals taking 2steps dance lessons
Salacadula magicabula bibbidi-bobbidi Boooo

No fear of being real
Don’t buy the news, le système que j’accuse

Fake fake TV’s fake people are fake
My rearviewmirror’s fake
Objects are closer that they appear fake
Trust your dreams and will
trust no one, but you


Clitoris bites

There’s lots of confidence i am facing to
Tears amount to sufferings
As zenith and nadir rotate
All counters show a higher price to pay

Fathers losing mellowship and dominance
Mothers gaining in roles and consequences
Hangin’ up their phones silence smells alone
You know i call it felony
Domestic walls fading
Witnessing a climbing tragedy

Fuck your clit
On it will spit
No need for further answerings
The levee is breaking day by day

This fear inside of me
A wedding day with dirty wedding rings
And scream for all these memories
I need my toys, i said i need my toys

Fuck your clit
On it will spit
How dare you
A family’s not a cistectomy

How could you slay me finally
And found me here covered with blood and bleach
Collecting all my memories
I need my toys
I said i want my toys
Now clitoris bites

Bulls for sheeps
Tornadoes towards leaves
Slowly our queens achieve
There’s nothing but me

How dare you
A family’s not a cistectomy

How could you slay me finally
And found me here covered with blood and bleach
Collecting all my memories
I need my toys
I said i want my toys
Now clitoris bites
Now clitoris bites


Px4

Meet my new friend, black friend, noisy girl friend
Lovely creature, does its best at busting
Damn I Can’t wait to use her again
Man I cant’ wait to hear her screaming

Hot busty lady in the neighborhood
come meet her now, what you waiting for
Full metal jacket, come taste my lead
You can’t beat my girl, my machinen-pistol

Our friendship needs some training
All of our neighbours stop complaining
Self defense makes me feel much better
holster tailor-made with leather

Supadupa supapowa

Hot busty lady in the neighborhood
come meet her now, what you waiting for
Full metal jacket, come taste my lead
Can’t beat my girl, my machinen-pistol
Can’t beat my girl, my machinen pistol

Hot busty lady in the neighborhood
come meet her now, what you waiting for
Full metal jacket, come taste my lead
Can’t beat my girl, my machinen pistol
Can’t beat my girl, my machinen pistol


Popobawa

So many are the myths
And legends in this world
I was a little kid with a dig on tales from
Europe, Africa, Zhong Guo, America
Japan, Australia but most of all Italia

Bout dwarves, or giant crocodiles
In the N.Y. sewers

Now listen to the triple X legend of a short man who just likes to..
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
He just likes to fuck

Whatta hell of a legend is that
Everybody’s fine with that
Whatta hell of a legend is that

Tell me why such a beautiful place’s gotta have
Such a terrible myth
Tell me why, I don’t’ know, I don’t’ know

He wears a kinky skirt knows very few words
Been a nightmare for the most
it’s a dwarf, maybe a ghost
not a steel, but an ebony blade a primitive Dart Vader

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
HE JUST LIKES TO FUCK

Popobawa’s been seen in the northern area of the isle
Population is under continuous alert
Citizens are being evacuated
37 people abused, 12 houses vandalized
Who will stop this mysterious dwarf

Listen the popobawa’s coming
Capoverdians runnin’
Villages on fire, men are shouting
Homungous penis with 2 balls attached


Eddie

I’m sitting here next to Uncle Eddie
We’re driving downtown on a new Scaglietti
We got the one above the many
Black prancing horse, ain’t no fucked up Caddy

Red painted steel for me
A driving dream so sweet
Magnum rode a 328
456 and u’ll get laid

Spin spin spin the bid at the starting grid
Spin spin spin the bid at the starting grid

Rolling rolling keep on skidding burning
Keep on party-roamin’ till it’s early mornin’
Spin spin spin with the racing King
on the Queen of the boulevard

Sun tan ‘s filling the air
Heartbreaker Eddie ‘s talking this’n’that
‘bout losing wheels when in Japan
Ain’t a problem, well, Eddie you’re still the man

Red painted steel for me
A driving dream so sweet
Magnum rode a 328
456 and u’ll get laid

Spin spin spin the bid at the starting grid
Spin spin spin the bid at the starting grid
Spin spin spin the bid at the starting grid

Rolling rolling keep on skidding burning
Keep on party-roamin’ till it’s early mornin’
Spin spin spin with the racing King
on the Queen of the boulevard
on the Queen of the boulevard

need for speed

Turning,rolling
Twisting, burning
Listen ladies Eddie’s coming

Rolling rolling keep on skidding burning
Keep on party-roamin’ till it’s early mornin’
Spin spin spin with the racing King
on the Queen of the boulevard

Rolling rolling keep on skidding burning
Keep on party-roamin’ till it’s early mornin’
Spin spin spin with the racing King
on the Queen of the boulevard


Durum semolina

Farmers growing monsters, DNA’s are rollercoasters
Mothers growing daughters, feeding lovers, killing moaners
Income impulse arrays
Homespun virtues betrayed

Milkin’ hyperfed cows, blinding prisoned black grouse
Durum semolina proudly grown in Argentina
Global markets to invade, that’s the war we love to play

We‘re so cynical, so cynical next step’s a burial
Pesticides, insecticides, beware to keep’em cool and dry
Pesticides, insecticides, beware to keep’em cool and dry
You can’t beat us all, slaves to the mall
You can’t beat us all, this ain’t Hollywood

Cooking, baking, eating poisonous cereals and meat’n
Striking bargains, selling futures
Foodstuff shit you gotta tamper with
Income impulse arrays
Homespun virtues betrayed
A little suffering
Eco crimes well repaid

We’re so cynical, so cynical next step’s a burial
Pesticides, insecticides, beware to keep’em cool and dry
Pesticides, insecticides, beware to keep’em cool and dry
We’re so cynical, so cynical next step’s a burial
You can’t beat us all, slaves to the mall
You can’t beat us all, this ain’t Hollywood

Manipulation of food is being taken beyond any reasonable boundary
In 1920 we had kitchens and housewives, by 2020 we’ll just have chemists and labs
White powder. What could that be ? Cocaine, sulphytes, or damn flour
Let grey eminences play their games until the final divine intervention
Abuse of the land will lead us to catatonia, benzos addiction, and sudden death

SEMO LINA CATA TONIA AND DEATH

Pesticides, insecticides, beware to keep’em cool and dry
Pesticides, insecticides, beware to keep’em cool and dry
We’re so cynical, so cynical next step’s a burial
You will beat us all, headed to the fall
You will beat us all, it’s time for Bollywood


Colla

Qua-Quando suona il telefono s’illumina sul display il tuo nome
mi pervade la sensazione di una nuova Santa Inquisizione
Non è un mistero che tu non ti sappia rapportare
Tantomeno ch’io abbia voglia di ascoltare te

Non credo di dover sottostare alle tue regole

Sei zero nella mente mia , un soffio sulla cenere
Sei zero nella mente mia
Sei colla, nient’altro che colla

Colla che attacca, che non ti fa più staccare
velodivinavil, non ti vuole più più mollare-le

Non credo di dover sottostare alle tue regole

Sei zero nella mente mia , un soffio sulla cenere
Sei zero nella mente mia

Canta
Urla
Sbraita
Dimenati
Non è il tuo momento a prescindere io non ti sento

Corri
Salta
Ringhia
Percuotimi
Dall’insofferenza separami
Dall’insofferenza separami

Non credo di dover sottostare alle tue regole

Sei zero nella mente mia , un soffio sulla cenere
Sei zero, sei cloroformio, zero in itinere


Free Cosimo Torri

Sometimes I wish I was rich
And spent my days on muscle cars
And bought myself both the sky and stars

Targets and goals annihilate us
Ages increasing obsessions
Furiously beating the heart is
Begging for self-beat limiters

Days keep on passing by

Targets and goals annihilate us
Ages increasing obsessions
Need no safe positive confidence
We’re aiming to collision

Days keep on passing by

Too late to have Cosimo back here

Sometimes I wish I never killed the motherfuckin pigeon guy
Sometimes I wish I was 21 and had a newer life

Charming but incinerated
Heavily stoned I was aching
Last days in prison alone
My innocence screaming you were so far away
Thought I might quit and vanish into thin air

Targets and goals annihilate us
Ages increasing obsessions
Furiously beating the heart is
Begging for self-beat limiters

Days keep on passing by

Targets and goals annihilate us
Ages increasing obsessions
Need no safe positive confidence
We’re aiming to collision

Days keep on passing by
Too late to have our life back here


Fist me baby one more time
(Instrumental)