The Sky
He hangs on a full moon
He got gracefully higher
Where does a dream end?
Where does a nightmare start?
Up above, the silent shore
The sky
Stars lie down on the ocean floor
The sky
He’s one too many
Good hearts and hopeless hopes
Beautiful nothings
A ceiling of blue clouds
Up above, the silent shore
The sky
Stars lie down on the ocean floor
The sky
The Ugly Song
Oh that’s my ugly song,
I wrote years ago
It’s not on the radio,
‘cause they don’t want you to know
How this little tune stupidly goes
Oh that’s my ugly song,
it will make your ears bleed
Not quite the average,
not what you’d like to hear
Oh that’s my ugly song,
I wish you could sing
Oh what a miracle, that would be
That’s dangerous stuff that you need to fear
Oh that’s my ugly song,
I wish you could say
“Oh this is beautiful,
I want it to play
For however long it takes!”
Oh that’s my ugly song,
glad you’re still listening
That’s just me doing my thing
I may as well do this for free
There’s another verse
you might want to skip
Oh that’s my ugly song,
it’s a bit of this and that
Quite tough to memorise,
though easy to forget
Ham on Rye
One time somewhere,
Driving down the crooked road
It felt unusual
to be singin’ on my own
Up n’ about, my heart felt so torn apart
I kept clingin’ on to a love that was long gone
One time somewhere,
I got down to my last dime
Well I didn’t mind,
I got chances by my side
You know what girl?
There’s a difference between you and I
You’re the mature kind,
While I stick to ham on rye
One time somewhere…
Out of the Blue
The solemn scene of a sleepy town
While I wander ‘round the silent neighborhood
Yearnin’ cats on trash cans
The blue light of TV screens
The pensive nighthawk on his endless way home
Then comes the rain…
Out of the blue
The branches of a tree against the white light
are tied to the neck of the moon
The fragrance of freshly-made bread
from an open window pane
reminds me of some forgotten, desperate blues
Then comes the rain…
A girl and a man
Quietly she says: “hon, it’s alright.
Won’t you just rise and shine?”
When birds start to sing, we’re here but gone
“Hon it’s alright. Won’t you just rise and shine?”
We fade away, into the distance
We’re teeny points in a beautiful world
We dream of better days,
while sippin’ coke
in a diner at the end of the road
Sing For You
There are many things
I’ve never told you
But you know
I did feel that way
Ain’t it strange
How selfish we get sometimes
But you know
We think everything’s alright
There’s nothing left to say
There’s no god we can blame
How many times
We’ve heard things like that
But you know
We never really understand
When I find you in the night
Well, it feels so cold inside
You know I’ve got fears I can’t hide
I wish I could see you now, smiling
I so wish I could see you now, feeling okay
I so wish I could tell you now, how much I love you
I hope you can see me now…
while I sing for you
while I sing for you
The Art of Clichés
Hot tramps, boogaloo dudes
you rock n’roll chaps, does this make you feel good?
Check you out, drumming the air
an infectious guitar riff penetrating your head
Blow up dolls, sex in the loo
your chance to be a star smashing up an hotel room
Late nights, neon lights, according to press
You got a little high but I don’t give it a damn
Drink your booze while you get interviewed
“Tell me about your love affairs on aerostatic balloons”
Whatcha see, is not whatcha get
you can’t play the guitar but you can fake it so well
The hit song you won’t bother to write
yet another perfect plan for teenagers going wild
One, two, three four five, you ran out of words
You’d better make up your mind and get rid of the dope
Rocker chic, would you scrounge your next meal
waiting only for your prada boot heels to be a-wanderin’
“Hello guys, are you ready to rock?”
that’s the number one question you should be asking no more
So you like to be stoned and depressed
I can tell from your fashion shoots on vanity fair
Smoke and drink anyday anytime
if it makes you feel tough, well it’s totally fine
John Porno
So here’s John
You will see he’s a gentleman
When he tries
To seduce your wife
John’s a lone wolf
He thinks no dame
Would ever turn him down
With sleazy eyes he says:
“Buongiorno guys!”
So here’s John
You know his life is a perpetual lie
He’ll make you smile
And get on your mind
The Sky (Part II)
I know I’ll reach the clear sky
I’ll be shifting with the clouds
See, my heart is achin’
It’s been beaten up n’ down
I’ll fly
So high
Nothing left to cry for
We’ll be smiling all the time
Happiness will blossom
From the pain that we survive
I’ll fly
So high
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Marco Machera 