Ligabue Luciano
Lambrusco Knives Rose & Pop Corn
Screaming Against the Sky
As you can see I'm here:
get on, they won't have us
until this heart cracks
of rust, of beating or of age.
There's a warm night
and an old blues
to do together,
somewhere I'll pull over
and that over there will be our home, but
I think you deserve more
and in the meantime I'm here
and I'll offer you to dance on it:
and It's a song that's at least a hundred years old.
Screaming at the sky.
We may not be stars
but we are us, with these days
made up of hours gone by
a weekend and a future that doesn't exist.
You can't always lose
so let's play.
You can't turn off certain lights.
If it's purgatory it's ours at least.
Screaming at the sky.
Ghosts on the A14.
From the windows passes the smell of the sea, diesel,
shit, death and life.
The pact is ' hold us closer
before we lose ourselves.
Maybe they can hear us up there.
It's a bit like spitting out poison.
Screaming at the sky.

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