di Todd Portnowitz

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Cose che non ricordo

cose di cui non mi ricordo
come diavolo siamo arrivati a questo?
ci siamo arrivati, ma come?
ci sono cose di cui non mi ricordo

c’era un alligatore travestito,
c’era dello sperma sul pianoforte,
i vicini nati in mezzo al purè
che ballavano il boogie

sorpresi con i pantaloni giù
nascondendoci dentro a una cuccia
abbiamo capito a cosa serviamo
tu sei il marinaio e io il porto.

ci siamo spogliati davanti al sarto
avevi la pelle leggermente salata
abbiamo aperto un barattolo di grida soffocate
rauche e di malto davanti ai tuoi occhi
spinto la manopola del gas e eccomi qui,
mentre ti bacio le cosce alla ricerca di uno scopo,
come diavolo siamo arrivati a questo?

c’erano cose di cui non mi ricordo,
l’alligatore andato via di testa
i discorsi infiniti mentre le bocche
rimanevano immobili
tutti quei bidoni strapieni
le mie fraintese intenzioni

ho capito a cosa servo
a far sembrare le cose migliori
non potrei mai accusarla di niente
anche se mi sentivo un salvatore
c’erano battute che non arrivavano
le mani affondate in una sabbia subliminale
c’era lo spogliarsi davanti al sarto
i vicini di casa che ballavano il boogie
non c’era altro che Motown

come diavolo siamo arrivati a questo?

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Things I don’t remember

How the hell’d we get here?
How the hell did we get here?
Things I don’t remember
Dressed up alligators,
how’d the hell we get here?

Things I don’t remember
There was dressed up alligator
There was come on the piano
Disco dancing neighbors
Who were born in mashed potatoes
Caught with our pants down
Hiding in the doghouse
Figured out what we’re good for
You’re the sailor and I’m the port
Things I don’t remember
We undressed for the tailor
Your skin was lightly salted
Opened up a can of loud mouth malted
High fives in your eyes
Pushed the gas and now I’m kissin’ your thighs
Looking for a purpose, how the hell’d we get here?

There were things I don’t remember
There was messed up alligator
There were endless conversations
No one’s mouths were really moving
All them dumpsters overflowing
All my misappraised intentions

I figured out what I’m good for
Making anything look better
How the hell could I blame her?
Even then I was a savior
There were jokes that never landed
Every hand was tipped in subliminal sand
Things I don’t remember
There was undressed for the tailor
There were jokes that couldn’t land
There were disco dancing neighbors
They were born in mashed potatoes
There was no town, Motown
There were things I don’t remember
Dressed up alligator
How the hell’d we get here?
How the hell’d we get here?