Intro [English translation]
Intro [English translation]
Some years ago, my fur got grey
For the first time, I put on the brake
Unsure on if I was the only fool
Or the last one believing in it for real*
With the doubt that for my crew it was just a job, nothing more
Through the years, they had children, while I only made albums and gigs
Never grown up like Peter Pan
Affected by labyrinthitis, alone, stuck in the studio
Han Solo in the graphite
I entered here as scrub
I signed each contract, I trusted
Like in a father, being on the stage was enough for me
Actually, they all were always on holiday
I, by myself, there, working hard
Maybe I treated him like a father,
while he was treating me like a fool**
Why making new things, if people already adore you
and in the end only love newness
As if they said "You're old, off-trend
This stuff won't work if you do it at your age"
I paid, I left, like at the bar
The penalty clause with a lifetime savings
At the price of freedom
I had broken even*** and I asked myself "what's the meaning of this
Well, why didn't you die young twenty years ago?"
Start again from less than zero
And finally pulling up the veil
And tell you for real
not the winner-façade that people try to sell you
of themselves
I don't want to live on a skyscraper
Only to spit back some poison
and to really tell you, the show goes on
Welcome to all those like me
Last Christmas I was down in the basement
I was crying on the cardboxes from the move
For when you've seen the world from the top, then
you're stuck to the top,
like a mouse.
I don't look like a successful man and a man of value
When the price arrives all as writer's block****
Copying yourself frees less pain
Than making cuts in your heart
Looking for words in blood
I'd better pull myself together
or wake up by chance*****
'cause, among those that had children, nobody planned it
My life is this theatre
And when the lights go off
I won't have regrets.
If I lived like a true Goonie
And in the streets I get called "bro" ******
It's Philadelphia and I am Rocky
It might be that, instead of a child, God
gave me two millions of nephews
I listened to all my stuff like I never did before
Sana Pianta, Meglio Prima, Rap n' Roll and DecaDance
I found it genuine, but you could notice that I was lost
Still mourning for the end of the first band
And of who I believed it was my true brother
Two children that, from scratch, built up a gang
Friendship that ended as always in life
For women, politics, the smell of vile "cash"
Starting over again, from below zero
And finally pulling up the veil
And tell you for real
Not the winner-façade that people try to sell
of themselves
I don't want to live in a skyscraper
only to spit back some poison
And really tell myself, the show goes on
Welcome to all those like me
Welcome to all those like me
Welcome...
- Artist:J-Ax
- Album:Il bello d’esser brutti (2015)