Caparezza – Canthology

Caparezza Canthology

Caparezza – Canthology Lyrics

Artist: Caparezza
Song: Canthology

Sono in un bad trip come quei tre kids di Fatima
Vedo cose che neanche Roy Batty s’immagina
Scrivo testi pop up ed è 3D ogni pagina
Tu la vedi rosea, sei Elvis in Cadillac

Preso dalla sassaiola della calca che mi odia
Nella piazza Michael Jackson grida: “Capa sei un idiota!”
E cammino solo e pazzo poi mi fermo come in coma
Nel conflitto manco m’arzo, non intendo il re di Roma

Chiamo il mio cane ma, ahimè, è lontano
Ho capito che il secondo album era più facile dell’ottavo
Tipi che mi chiedono del tunnel, dammi una pala che me lo scavo
Dicono che vengo dalla luna, ma la mia casa è in un sotterraneo

Suona l’Inno Verdano e diventa buio pesto
Questo toro tifa il matador e gli lecca tutto il il retto
Sto in disparte con le lance, voglio fargli un buco in petto
La mia parte intollerante sta ingoiando tutto il resto

Things are scattered everywhere, no one seems to care
They’re trying to get somewhere
Things are scattered everywhere, no one seems to care
They’re trying to get somewhere

Get away! Get away! Get away! Get away!
La mia patria è una giungla, mani in tasca, ruba in pullman
Aria marcia sulla guglia, curva canta: “Puglia, Puglia”
La mia Ilaria è una bulla, tuta gialla, Uma Thurman

La katana sulla nuca, giù la lama ma nessun abiura
Cade la cabeza, sembro Danton, parte la contesa al centrocampo
La squadra gioca all’attacco, si scalda Giovanna d’Arco
Io sul palco vinco un premio. Luce, fari, neon

Tutti fanno il dito medio pure Galileo
Vedo Van Gogh con la vanga, sta inumando la mia salma
Filippo Argenti fa la calza, passa dai Carcass alla Callas
Arrivano i russi, ma è troppo tardi

Macché porto d’armi, porto una penna che possa confortarmi
Il vento fischia una preghiera, sembra Larsen
Mentre fisso una teiera, Bertrand Russel
Palle piene portate a zaino da Atlante

Vado a stare bene, butto la chiave nel sacro Gange
Things are scattered everywhere, no one seems to care
They’re trying to get somewhere
Get away! Get away! Get away! Get away!
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Canthology Lyrics – English Translation

I’m in a Bad Trip like those three Kids of Fatima
I see things that neither Roy Batty is imagine
I write Texts Pop up and it’s 3D every page
You see rosea, you are elvis in cadillac

Taken from the slaughtera saxaerla that hates me
In the square Michael Jackson screams: “Capa you are an idiot!”
And I walk only and crazy then I stop like in a coma
In the conflict I miss it, I don’t mean the king of Rome

I call my dog ​​but, alas, he is far away
I realized that the second album was easier than eighth
Types that ask me about the tunnel, give me a blade that excavation me
They say I come from the moon, but my home is in an underground

Plays the witch green and becomes dark pesto
This bull tifa the Matador and licks it all the right
I’m leaving with the spears, I want to make him a chest hole
My intolerant part is swallowing everything else

Things Are Scattered Everywhere, No One Seems to Care
They’re trying to get somewhere
Things Are Scattered Everywhere, No One Seems to Care
They’re trying to get somewhere

Get Away! Get Away! Get Away! Get Away!
My homeland is a jungle, hands in your pocket, steal by bus
Aria Marcia on the spire, Curve sings: “Puglia, Puglia”
My Ilaria is a bulla, yellow suit, Uma Thurman

The katana on the neck, down the blade but no objur
The Cabeza falls, I looked aton, part of the midfield starts
The team plays at the attack, it warms up Giovanna d’Arco
I will win a prize on the stage. Light, headlights, neon

Everyone does the medium finger as well as Galileo
I see van gogh with the spade, he is fooling my salp
Filippo Argenti makes the stocking, goes from carcass to callas
The Russians arrive, but it’s too late

I don’t take a pen of arms, I wear a pen that can comfort me
The wind whistles a prayer, it looks like Larsen
While fixing a teapot, Bertrand Russel
Full balls with atlas backpack

I’m going to feel good, I throw the key in the sacred gange
Things Are Scattered Everywhere, No One Seems to Care
They’re trying to get somewhere
Get Away! Get Away! Get Away! Get Away!
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Caparezza Lyrics – Canthology

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Release Year: 2014