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La Musica Stanca - Lyrics by Battiato Franco


Lyrics
In quest'epoca di bassa fedelt
à e altissimo volumeil rumore allucinante delle radio non ci molla mai;e quanti cantanti musicisti arrabbiatiche farebbero meglio a smettere di fumare.
Brutta produzione altissimo consumo,la musica è stanca, non ce la fa pi
ù,e quante cantanti di bella presenzache starebbero meglio a fare compagnia.
Disco, disco. Telegatti.(I'll never fall in love again.
Come with meat the end of the rainbow).
Portami via da questo mondo assurdodalle illusioni e dai percorsi ereditari.
Portami dentro un alveareo nei bachi da seta e via da questo popoloe via dal mio vicino che attacca sempre il giradischi.
In quest'epoca di scarsa intelligenza ed alta involuzionequalche scemo crede ancora che veniamo dalle scimmiee il sole soltanto una palla di fuocoe non si sono accorti che è una forma di una tappa di energia.
Adamo colse della frutta dall'albero della conoscenzapoi l'ultima mela cadde sulla testaprocurando un ematoma a Newton.