Singer Songwriters From Italy

"Caparezza in my opinion is the only main-stream artist who really makes a difference here in Italy and the fact of being his friend and precious collaborator for years makes me a satisfied and grateful person. (Diego Perrone)"

"My problems come out like mushrooms | they echo in my mind like a bongo solo, | they are muds that dirty me, grease me, immobilize me if | I go mad as in a check against the king, | even if I got out of it | I admit that I am attracted to it like a bee in a field of flowers, | like a drunkard among liquors, | they go up and down inside me like hotel elevators | and even if I went to the Seychelles | they would chase me, they would wait for me | at the gate like a dog when the cat is on the tree. (from Vivo in inquietudine, n. 11)"

"Here is the jewelry seller, | broke a beer bottle and made rings with it, | they cost as much as a panettone, | calling you is like competing to see who is the biggest idiot. (from Telemonnezza, n. 5)"

"My shoes are soaked, my bones too, | my fears echo like distant thunder. (from Damned Rainy Day, n. 4)"

"As in my sea of thoughts | of which I am shipwrecked in my serious moments, | I think of the rivers, who grow fat like pigs, | then they overflow, and the walls of the houses collapse, | under the lightning catastrophes of a few moments | which have the price of a life, | waiting for clear weather to come. (from Damned rainy day, n. 4)"

"While I reflect on my position, | here, sheltered, | under a black umbrella | which guards my silence like a monastery: | «I've learned not to trust you, | deceiving water, | I don't like your sound, | even if, for some this is music that travels, | for me it remains a damned rainy day." (from Damned rainy day, n. 4)"

"Outside the rules music is rubbish, | challenge Caparezza only if you're up to it, "ah ha", | because if your free-style sobs | I already know that I will open you like a mussel | and your carriage, at half time, becomes a pumpkin again | and you have to go out with a wig, | better not to be recognized | in the family when it becomes a clan. (from Tutta flava e famiglia, n. 3)"

"How many times have I remained crouched, | that I felt like an abandoned dog, | I looked back and didn't see anyone anymore | and I took it out on fate | and right on the edge of the abyss | that I was only asking for help from myself, | I saw in the blackest night of mourning | a star that illuminated everything for me. (from My lucky star, n. 6)"

"The dream captures for hours and hours and hours, | sometimes it makes war, sometimes it makes love | and when you close your eyes you never know what happens, | goodbye to your life, see you tomorrow in the morning, | as calm as inside your pyjamas, | I hold my pillow like a child | who perhaps becomes a girl to me | or perhaps it reminds me of the stifled crying in the darkness of the cradle. (from E la notte se ne ne, n. 1)"

"The miniskirt exalts you, | brings you to the limelight | and when it's short it makes you taller | heats up when the butt holds tight, | elegant on the butt that shakes | or by bicycle, | lying on the seat, | to make a massacre of hearts along the way. (from Women in miniskirts, n. 7)"

"I'm happy to let myself go away, | I buy kilos and kilos of lottery tickets | and I think of a rude man's journey, | with palm leaves waved by half-naked girls | to millions of millions | to dive into it like Scrooge McDuck. (from It Only Happens in Films, n. 2)"

"If I hold on, something will be remedied, | in front of me a girl reads the "Divine Comedy", | but how do these people read in the tram, I don't know, | but I just know that I'll have to wait a bit but in the meantime. (from Tengo duro, n. 1)"

"I was in a small city park, | immersed in the chirping of a thousand birds, | cip cip cip cup and among a thousand distractions, | even the one inside the trousers can be felt, | stay calm and listen to this story, it's hilarious, | about what happened to me so as not to get it on myself. (from Tengo duro, n. 1)"

"Your story is not that of a blackcap, | you don't get grades, but kicks in the face, Capoeira, | balancing on the rope from one end to the other, | subordinate, you pass from one end to the other. (from Alita gli ani, 2012)"

"With a strike you try to shake your head, | what does he actually do other than shake his head? (from Alita gli ani, 2012)"

"My nation leaves everyone breathless: | "Boss, Italy for the Italians!" | Italy breathes ani, Italy breathes ani. (from Alita gli ani, 2012)"

"You find a job, you lose it, you start over again, | your Via Crucis in a provincial capital. (from Alita gli aniComposed for the soundtrack of the film Viva l'Italia., 2012)"

"It is always good to distinguish the word from the example: I am not a paladin. I express what I feel and what I care to communicate with the hope that my critical sense on certain issues can serve to support those who try to improve this society."

"There are definitely some rappers who don't like me. This is clear. Even some musicians don't look favorably on me. It's a normal thing, if it were just out of empathy. It's not like that, but I don't actually care. I have never been influenced by anyone, not even by the expectations of the fans, let alone by my colleagues. There is ostracism against me. The biggest truth is that I have no interest in the opinion of the rap scene. Who cares, I say. I'll get out of it. All music is compared to cultural phenomena, even smooth music is, but I refuse that there is a sectoral and inelastic way of seeing music."

"From the tunnel, from every tunnel, one comes out trying to think with one's own head, not to be standardized and to be able to build an individual vision of the world."

"Those who only rap about content are often lacking in flow, they cannot express themselves freely either in terms of metrics or rhymes because they have to give a complete meaning to what they say, and in doing so they risk losing a lot of opportunities to come up with funny and interesting metrics which however have the flaw of not being functional to the discussion."

"I'm out of the tunnel | of fun, | I'm out of the tunnel | of fun, | when I leave home and I get bored | I'm very happy. | When I leave the house and get bored | I'm much happier. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"Cinica figure in the dark night, | dirty the doors, I bring the death, | who cares, | if they catch me they smash me with a beating, | at least you find me clicked on Rotten! (from Dagli to the untore, n. 7)"

"I am the untore | and when it gets dark | cue like a mushroom, | ungo where I come from, | I stay guard in my ramingo wander, | who wants to send me to shit must shout: | 'Give to the greaser! (From Give him to the unifier , n. 7)"

"Warm in the house | in front of your television, | the truth | of your mentality | is that fiction is better | than real life. (from I come from the Moon, n. 6)"

"Keep the earth, man, I want the moon! (From I come from the Moon , n. 6)"

"You have it with me | why do I fuck your work, | fuck your car, | or do I fuck the girl under the moon? | What do you want it to be then | it's not my fault | if your last name woman does | Pompilio as Numa! (From I come from the Moon , n. 6)"

"I am not black, | I am not white, | I am not active, | I am not tired, | I am not from any nation. | I do. I come from the Moon. (from I come from the Moon, n. 6)"

"Lucignolo, | you have the name of a stoppino, | you are a saw, | I'm a puppet, | don't be close to me, | damn. (from In the land of fools, n. 10)"

"You, | stingy more than a brand store, | go to the gallows, | you know more of bullshit than a Turkish. (from In the land of fools, n. 10)"

"How is it that a fact on the steps is just a fact | and on a stage is it always cool? (From In the land of fools, n. 10)"

"I'm up in the South which is on me | and in the South I'm succubus. (from Juuda me, n. 9)"

""Go back to your country, you're different!" | "Impossible, I'm from the universe! | The route I lost, | what do you want me to tell you | you were born here | because here a cunt gave birth to you". (from I come from the Moon, n. 6)"

"They call it emancipation | that of getting the lamps in the South. (from Juuda me, n. 9)"

"Reality down from me is a virtual reality and how, | I have the distinct feeling that everything dissolves into a soap bubble... (from Juuda me, n. 9)"

"Bush?! Saddam?! Arafat?! Sharon?! | (Mah...) The new Benetton collection... (Yuhuuu!) | I wish you an electrifying life, | electrocuted by the current of a hair dryer! (From Juuda me, n. 9)"

"You live on memories, | gentlemen, and games, | of sincere hugs, | of kisses and fires, | of all moments, | sad and funny, | and not of moments | sadly funny. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"Immune to the trash | of the costume TV | in flight without feathers | in a volume of comics | under the light | there is no comparison. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"I have a second-hand Tipo | that works for me as a pub, as a disco and as a sofa, | I'm here, like a lark this is my branch. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"I like the cinema | and a lot, | that's why they call me old. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"

"Being a friend of Baldan Bembo, | they are a silence | that can become music The friend is something that the more there is, | it is a silence that wants to become music"

"Of you spending salaries, | crammed into stupendous places | between asses on cubes, | succubi of horrendous beats, | brandy juices and you lie down. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)"