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The Beatles

Penny Lane

Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motorcar The little children laugh at him behind his back And the banker never wears a mac In the pouring rain... Very strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen. He likes to keep his fire engine clean It's a clean machine Very strange Trumpet Solo Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes Four of fish and finger pies In summer, meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she feels as if she's in a play She is anyway Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim Then the fireman rushes in From the pouring rain... Very strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies... Penny Lane.

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The Rolling Stones

Route 66

Well if you ever plan to motor west/ Just take my way that's the highway that's/the best/ Get your kicks on Route 66/ Well it winds from Chicago to L.A./ More than 2000 miles all the way/ Get your kicks on Route 66/ Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri/ Oklahoma city looks oh so pretty/ You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico/ Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona/ Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino/ Would you get hip to this kindly tip/ And go take that California trip/ Get your kicks on Route 66/ Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri/ Oklahoma city looks oh so pretty/ You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico/ Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona/ Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino/ Would you get hip to this kindly tip/ And go take that California trip/ Get your kicks on Route 66/

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Fabrizio De Andrè

La città vecchia

Nei quartieri dove il sole del buon Dio non dà i suoi raggi ha già troppi impegni per scaldar la gente d'altri paraggi, una bimba canta la canzone antica della donnaccia quello che ancor non sai tu lo imparerai solo qui tra le mie braccia. E se alla sua età le difetterà la competenza presto affinerà le capacità con l'esperienza dove sono andati i tempi di una volta per Giunone quando ci voleva per fare il mestiere anche un po' di vocazione. Una gamba qua, una gamba là, gonfi di vino quattro pensionati mezzo avvelenati al tavolino li troverai là, col tempo che fa, estate e inverno a stratracannare a stramaledire le donne, il tempo ed il governo. Loro cercan là, la felicità dentro a un bicchiere per dimenticare d'esser stati presi per il sedere ci sarà allegria anche in agonia col vino forte porteran sul viso l'ombra di un sorriso tra le braccia della morte. Vecchio professore cosa vai cercando in quel portone forse quella che sola ti può dare una lezione quella che di giorno chiami con disprezzo pubblica moglie quella che di notte stabilisce il prezzo alle tue voglie. Tu la cercherai, tu la invocherai più di una notte ti alzerai disfatto rimandando tutto al ventisette quando incasserai dilapiderai mezza pensione diecimila lire per sentirti dire "micio bello e bamboccione". Se ti inoltrerai lungo le calate dei vecchi moli In quell'aria spessa carica di sale, gonfia di odori lì ci troverai i ladri gli assassini e il tipo strano quello che ha venduto per tremila lire sua madre a un nano. Se tu penserai, se giudicherai da buon borghese li condannerai a cinquemila anni più le spese ma se capirai, se li cercherai fino in fondo se non sono gigli son pur sempre figli vittime di questo mondo.

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Fabrizio De Andrè

Via del campo

Via del Campo c'è una graziosa gli occhi grandi color di foglia tutta notte sta sulla soglia vende a tutti la stessa rosa. Via del Campo c'è una bambina con le labbra color rugiada gli occhi grigi come la strada nascon fiori dove cammina. Via del Campo c'è una puttana gli occhi grandi color di foglia se di amarla ti vien la voglia basta prenderla per la mano e ti sembra di andar lontano lei ti guarda con un sorriso non credevi che il paradiso fosse solo lì al primo piano. Via del Campo ci va un illuso a pregarla di maritare a vederla salir le scale fino a quando il balcone ha chiuso. Ama e ridi se amor risponde piangi forte se non ti sente dai diamanti non nasce niente dal letame nascono i fior dai diamanti non nasce niente dal letame nascono i fior.

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Gabriella Ferri

Pe' Lungotevere

Quanno c'è 'r sole cò quer manto d'oro pè tutto Lungotevere è 'na festa! Li regazzini giocheno tra loro le madri se li stanno a rimirà quanta tranquillità! Ma ammalappena spunta la prima stella: se cambia scena. Lì sotto l'arberi de Lungotevere le coppie fileno li baci scrocchieno... si nun sei pratico de regge moccoli pè Lungotevere nun ce passà! Io m'aricordo sempre a San Lumino cò li lampioni a gasse de 'na vorta se dava quarche sordo a 'n regazzino de corsa te l'annavaveno a smorzà mò quelli posti poco illuminati de prima sera già sò accaparati! Lì sotto l'arberi de Lungotevere le coppie fileno li baci scrocchieno... si nun sei pratico de regge moccoli pè Lungotevere nun ce passà!

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Lucio Dalla

Piazza Grande

E se non ci sarà più gente come me voglio morire in Piazza Grande, tra i gatti che non han padrone come me attorno a me.

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Leonard Cohen

Chelsea Hotel

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left. Ah but you got away, didn't you babe, you just turned your back on the crowd, you got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you and all of that jiving around. I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous, your heart was a legend. You told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception. And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music." And then you got away, didn't you babe... I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best, I can't keep track of each fallen robin. I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

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Bruce Springsteen

Atlantic City

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth Everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' cold and maybe everything dies That's a fact but maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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Pulp

Bar Italia

Now if you can stand I would like to take you by the hand, yeah And go for a walk past people as they go to work. Oh, let's get out of this place before they tell us that we've just died. Move, move quick, you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you,you're looking so confused just what did you lose? If you can make an order could you get me one. Two sugars would be great 'cos I'm fading fast and it's nearly dawn. If they knocked down this place, this place, it'd still look much better than you. Move, move quick, you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose? Oh, it's ok it's just your mind. If we get through this alive I'll meet you next week, same place, same time. Oh move, move quick you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose? That's what you get from clubbing it. You can't go home and go to bed because it hasn't worn off yet And now it's morning there's only one place we can go. It's around the corner in Soho where other broken people go. Let's go.

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