LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: THE SAME THING/CASS McCOMBS

Like a ring
Gone down the drain
Our love in sunlight
At evening pain
Like vermin
Roman sewers bring
Pain and love
Are the same thing
Are the same thing

In my opinion we are the red birth mark
From the old storybook
Equal light, equal dark
Now let’s flip a coin to see now who’s yin and who is yang
It defies opinion whether they’re the same thing

Nothing in common
Our blood thicker than broth
We’re cut from different sides of the same cloth
Our love in sunlight
Our pain at evening
Have nothing in common yet they’re both the same thing
The same thing

The same street
The same address
The same white hair
The same black dress
The same sameness
From opposites cling
Pain and love
Are the same thing
Are the same thing

In my opinion a line is never crossed
Until now I was my inner feelings were always lost
Through spirit or season
Does the human voice does sing?
Death and opinion they are the same thing

Nothing in common
Our blood thicker than broth
We’re cut from different sides of the same cloth
Our love in sunlight
Our pain at evening
Have nothing in common yet they’re both the same thing
The same thing

Nothing in common
Our blood thicker than broth
We’re cut from different sides of the same cloth
Our love in sunlight
Our pain at evening
Have nothing in common yet they’re both the same thing
The same thing

ALBUM: HUMOR RISK (2011)

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LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: BE AFRAID OF YOUR PARENTS/THE INDELICATES

It’s been a marvellous party with marvellous guests
We been discussing the decline of the decadent west
Over nibbles and wine we are disarmed and impressed
By the charming men in uniform
It’s been a wonderful evening we’ve exchanged our views
How the zionists doesn’t mean the jews
At no single step did we feel confused
By the charming men in uniform

Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
And darlin I can tell you how it ends
Be afraid of the line they teach you
Be afraid of the way it goes
You be amazed at what you can raise
To something everybody knows

We’ve read our Jacques Derrida, our Michel Foucault
We’ve averted our eyes from the atrocity show
It’s better to beat up on the devil that you know
Say the charming men in uniform
Give praise to the empty heaven above
I reject the sword and embrace the dove
I see the world suffused with love
And the charming men in uniform

Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
And darlin I can tell you how it ends
Be afraid of the line they teach you
Be afraid of the way it goes
You be amazed at what you can raise
To something everybody knows

Be afraid of your parents
Be afraid of their clever friends
I’ve read this book before
And honey I can tell you how it ends
Be afraid of the line they teach you
Be afraid of the way it goes
You’d be amazed at what you can raise
To something everybody knows

ALBUM: SONGS FOR SWINGING LOVERS (2010)