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cream of the crop of Italian Blues Funk Rock

lyrics:

Ho bisogno d’amore “perdio”
perchè se no stò male
Ho bisogno d’amore “perdio”
tutto quanto il giorno
c’è bisogno d’amore sai zio
da tutto quanto il mondo

di un’Overdose d’amore
di un’Overdose anche per me
di un’Overdose si d’amore
di un’Overdose anche  per te

Ho bisogno d’amore “perdio”
di una donna, di un uomo e di un cane  <– really? 😉
e dell’amore di Dio
c’è bisogno d’amore sai zio
da tutto quanto il mondo

di un’Overdose d’amore
di un’Overdose anche per me
di un’Overdose si d’amore
di un’Overdose anche per te

Vieni a me
così come sei
e nel nome dell’amore
come una luce
che dal buio sale, sale, sale.

Ho bisogno d’amore “perdio”
per ché se no va male
c’è bisogno d’amore sai zio
tutto quanto il giorno

di un’Overdose d’amore
di un’Overdose anche per me
di un’Overdose si d’amore
di un’Overdose anche per te

Vieni a me così come sei
e nel nome dell’amore
come una voce
che dal cuore, sale, sale, sale

Ho bisogno d’amore “perdio”.

di un’Overdose d’amore
di un’Overdose anche  me
di un’Overdose si d’amore
di un’Overdose anche te
di un’Overdose d’amore
di un’Overdose anche per  me
di un’Overdose si d’amore
di un’Overdose anche per  te

Ho bisogno d’amore “perdio”.

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[ Overdose (d’Amore) Lyrics an http://www.songtextemania.com/ ]

Mehr songtexte: http://www.songtextemania.com/overdose_damore_songtext_zucchero.html
Alle Infos über Zucchero: http://www.musictory.de/musik/Zucchero

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Let’s count it down the funky way:

Listen!

She’s a  BRICK      ( and a one and a twothreefourfivesexy)    HOUSE!

(for your feet:)

xxX xxX xxxx  Xx

The SoulJazz Orchestra – Amen

Zappan Nights

Alone the poet sat:

I’m an abuser, abusing music for my encephál-apócalýptic rides,
Electric bass dabbing over funk like Jaco over Sly once,
whatever your mind may dance to, living under this sky.

There is in the blinking corner of my left eye
a light, it resembles Sunday morn, time to
close the blinds. To pee- prevent
post-church ante-lunch foggifying beer-
slurping. I’d rather stay at home,
religiously uneducated, uninfiltrated
playing with my freshly-washed member
laying nude on my couch and experimenting
some more on rum shots. Seriously.
Blank-plating my decision-making
gray matter up there.
It being true though that
after quitting the Prozac tm,
stiffness returned … but that’s
some news more appropriately
shared with the ladies
ready for a ride
in secret.

Just kiddin’

Being a dyed-in-the-wool genius
makes not for easier living.

And I’m happy, an angry Sunday morning
has decided to rain it all down on me.
Let’s not get phenomenologically specific
on ” it”. So what you’re supposed to do
all alone in the gray dusk of a drunk-through
Saturday night? I’d say improve on your
drinking …*
Oh maybe my first non-fiction book
would be ‘bout Zappa because he was so much
like a God dionysian, dirty, misogynist some may say,
but you don’t have to dwell on his assumed failures, do you?
Well, it would be a book of fiction,
I fear. Would just taste better that way.

Listen, no!
I will not look up the intern-et
For previous biographies.

I won’t write it anyway: the best biography
on him.
I’m too narcissistic for a biz like this.

I would do instead that, but you need a map to catch up:
I’d have my own cows unbrandmarked grazing
on the plains of the Azores, feeding on them.

Will maybe invite Iberian, French and Polish friends
over to feast on reddest meat on carnival,
and in that mood of communal sacrilege
compose vino-tintatooed neo-metaphysical
praisings to the bleeding sun above
the windy clouds passing, accumulating
rain showering down to wet Coimbra and Bordeaux. …

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