Selfish

by Kitchen Implosion

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Custi Strai 02:27
Custi strai iin desolà, e la gent l’è sarà an ca, vardo la television, a pensu mach a la pension. Quaiche d’un l’ha terurisà la nasional politica, l’important l’è ‘l tornacont, politich ad profession. Varda come ti ‘g’an rangià, varda che ‘l pusè furb l’è drè a fè i soit. Varda ‘c at piju par al cü, tei mach an nùmer par la seu elession. I dan la colpa a col divers, për al color ‘d la pel, gni da pais dësgrassià, a mangiu sora coj sbaià. Parlu mai ‘d la mafia, terorism dinta ël Pais, tan-me ‘n cancher l’han cambià i furb ‘d la politica. Varda come ti ‘g’an rangià, varda che ‘l pusè furb l’è drè a fè i soit. Varda ch’ at piju par al cü, tei mach an numer par la seu elession. Varda cume ti ‘g’an rangià, varda che ‘l pusè furb l’è drè a fè i soit. Varda ch’at pijo par al cü, tei mach an numer par la seu elession. ENG: THESE ROADS These roads are desolate and people are locked in their homes whatching TV, thinking only about retirement Somebody terrorized them, national politics What matters is profit, professional politicians Look at the mess they got you into Look, the smartest are making money Look, they’re fooling you You’re just a number for their election They blame the different, for the colour of their skin came from wretched countries, the wrong ones are making a profit They never talk about mafia, terrorism iside the Country like a cancer they changed it, politics’ smart ones Look at the mess they got you into Look, the smartest are making money Look, they’re fooling you You’re just a number for their election
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Ausuma la pinta, alvoma la buta, che podoma àncora cantè tuta la noit. Soma mia rivai, l’è ancora mia ora, se àncora i cantoma a l’è përchè soma mia mort. O-o,O-o Criia fort a la gent ch’a canta nen O-o, O-o L’è par nui e di j’aut amporta nen Smorzè coi barachi, coi telefuniin, la vita l’è ora l’è prest për ‘l matin. Scausciè tuti i grani, la vos a la poda, campeli an tun atim lontan beli da chi. O-o… Ausuma la pinta, alvoma la buta, che podoma àncora cantè tuta la noit. Soma mia rivai, l’è ancora mia ora, se àncora i cantoma a l’è përchè soma mia mort. ENG: LET'S RAISE THE PINT Let’s raise the pint, let’s raise the bottle, we still can sing all night long We’re not there yet, it’s not time yet, if we’re still singing it’s because we’re not dead yet Oh oh oh oh Cry aloud to those who aren’t singing Oh oh oh oh It’s for us, we don’t care about the others Turn off that junk, those cell phones, life is now, it’s too early for the morning (to be morning) Kick all your problems, (our) voice can throw them far away in a flash Oh oh oh oh Cry aloud to those who aren’t singing Oh oh oh oh It’s for us, we don’t care about the others
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Tomorrow 02:02
Tomorrow I will quit smoking, they say it’s no good for me. Tomorrow I’ll grow a beard, it makes me look so good. Tomorrow I’ll take a shower, I’m starting to smell bad. Tomorrow I’ll ask her out,I think she don’t hate me. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! You’ll see what I’ll do! Tomorrow I’ll do the laundry, there’s nothing left to wear. Tomorrow I’ll read a book, to help improve myself. Tomorrow I’ll get a kitten, and take lots of pics. Tomorrow I’ll write a song, about some things to do. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! You’ll see what I’ll do! Tomorrow I’ll find a job, but that’s not up to me. Tomorrow I will pick something, important to fight for, And if it’s not a good one, I’ll find another soon. Tomorrow I’ll write a note, of all those things to do. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! You’ll see what I’ll do!
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Losers rambling down the street drunkards taking their last piss loonies talking to the trees I don’t mind at all Assholes fighting in a bar bitches driving big fast cars hobos sleeping in the park I don’t care at all I just want to be alone, standing on my own I just want to be alone, oh oh I just want to be alone, sleeping on the floor Staring at an empty wall, please don’t call me now Mothers shouting at their kids Maniacs looking for fresh meat stray dogs eating their own shit I don’t mind at all Pushers dealing by the bridge young sluts giggling on the beach gamblers playing with slot machines I don’t care at all I just want to be alone, standing on my own I just want to be alone, oh oh I just want to be alone, sleeping on the floor Staring at an empty wall, please don’t call me now
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Al ghè ‘l sol ch’a tramonta dre la colina la, sun pin dla bansina ch’ am buta su j’ugiai, j’eucc a divento pitti, a cambio tuti i color, la riva la neuit ,dinta al bòsch. In già tüti drè a sonè e i rivi për ültim, am tuca fatighè për ampinimi tan me iauti, E darè dai foc a sciari dij animai, ch’a bragiu përchè a vegna n’ auta primavera. Se ‘t voi, costa seira, podra desi che ‘n quaicos ‘t senti. Se ‘t voi, n’auta seira, feighi gnenti përchè peiu at penti. Son diventà na volp, a lè cresumi ‘l pel, ascuti tüti i rumor ‘d la noch e a smea pien, a sent di iaut odor, podi mia a stè drè, li steili a fan giurn, dinta ‘l bòsch. Costa nocc l’è longa tamme na vida, la durarà fin al prim sol e la sarà fornida, da tornè normal a vuria pa, mi son santimi sempi tamme ‘n animal. Se ‘t vol, costa seira, poda desi che ‘n quaicos at senti. Se ‘t voi, nauta seira, feighi gnenti përchè peui at penti. Se ‘t voi, costa seira, poda desi che ‘n quaicos at senti. Se ‘t voi, nauta seira, feighi gnenti parchè poi at penti. ENG: IN THE WOODS The sun is setting behind the hill, I’m fully fueled, it makes me wear glasses My eyes shrink and all colours change, the night is falling in the woods They’re already all playing, i get there last, I have to work hard to get filled as the others And behind the bonfires I can see the animals crying because another spring is coming If you want, tonight maybe you’ll feel something If you want, don’t do anything you may regret another night I’ve become a fox, I’ve grown some fur, i listen to all the noises, the woods seem to be full I can smell different scents, I can’t do anything but follow them. The stars are making daylight, in the woods This night is long as a lifetime, it will last till sunrise and then it will be gone I don’t want to go back to normal, I’ve always felt like i was an animal If you want, tonight maybe you’ll feel something If you want, don’t do anything you may regret another night
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She’s dressed in red when she goes to bed and she wakes up with her teddy bear She tells no lies, she has no ties, she’s a little star that shines She’s the number one, she’s up and above, she’s starring her own show She’s never alone, she’s the queen of her world, she’s the best maid I’ve ever known DRESSED IN RED, NEVER SAD, CHOCOLATE AND BREAD DRESSED IN RED, HARD TO FIND, ALWAYS ON MY MIND She’s dressed in red when she runs on the floor and she opens and closes the kitchen’s door she tells no lies, she has no ties, she’s a little star that shines She’s the number one, she’s up and above, she’s starring her own show She’s never alone, she’s the queen of her world, she’s the best maid I’ve ever known DRESSED IN RED, NEVER SAD, CHOCOLATE AND BREAD DRESSED IN RED, HARD TO FIND, ALWAYS ON MY MIND she’s dressed in red like a scented rose, milk & coffee on her nose she tells no lies, she has no ties, she’s a little star that shines
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Beltrando 02:07
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Disu che i sun fora e perdi temp dre a sonè Coj ch’a tegniu al sò lavor e i van sensa lamentè Tuci coj ca l’han përdù adess i son mess a la strà Diso ca tei fòra, pèrs ai margin ‘d la società. Testa! Ausa la testa! Ti vardi i scarpi, e tornè andrè ‘s podrà pa pi. Se at torni viv as poda dis tei fortunà Da ‘n lavur ch’at trovi solament për una mesa giornà A quajdun convegna ch’a la sia na guèra da disprà E con sti ultim punk a farà i cunti la neuva società. Testa! Ausa la testa! Ti vardi i scarpi, e tornè andrè ‘s podrà pa pi. ENG: THEY SAY I'M OUT OF MY MIND They say I’m out of my mind and I waste my time playing Those who care about their job and go to work without complaining All those who lost it (the job) and now they’re out on the street They say you’re out of your mind, lost on the fringes of society Head, raise your head you’re looking at your shoes And there’s no way back If you can come back alive you can say you’re lucky From a job that lasts only up to half a day It benefits someone that this is a war between desperate people And the new society will have to face these new punks Head, raise your head you’re looking at your shoes And there’s no way back
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Junk Food 02:25
Junk food, in a bad mood Milkshake and cream, I drink that shit Junk food so good, in my neighborhood Fuckin’ onion rings, I eat that shit Take away, take away take away Junk food so good, at the fast food Zero light cola drink, I drink that shit Junk food so good, a taste of wood Fuckin’ fried chips, I eat that shit Take away, take away take away Junk food so good, under my foot Stomach ache, big disgrace, nasty bubbles on my face Junk food so good, vomit on my shoes Im sick, I’m fat, I can’t leave my fuckin’ bed Take away, take away take away
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There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say When you go away Only take a ride on the other side Just another song to play There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say When you stay away Jumping in your car, driving to a bar Just another song to play Feeling in a world apart Life’s only a big big fart There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say Just another song to play There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say When you walk away Looking at the shore, waiting for some more Just another song to play There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say When you sail away Walking on the beach, eating one more peach Just another song to play Feeling in a world apart Life’s only a big big fart There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say Just another song to play
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credits

released November 6, 2015

Recorded in various basements, bedrooms and kitchens, mixed and mastered by The Egg in his bedroom.

Wenzo - Bagpipes, whistle, flute, vocals, Backing vocals
Ziokartella - Accordion, backing vocals, vocals on "Dressed in Red"
The Egg - Guitars, synths, backing vocals, vocals on "Tomorrow"
Cannibal Paul - Bass, backing vocals
Beltrando - Drums
Special Guest Extraordinaire:
Sarah Leo - Fiddle on "Custi Strai" and "Dinta al Bosc", backing vocals on "Dressed in Red"

Thanks to: Sputchinson & Anita, Giorgio Apostolo, Hugh Doolan, Piero Delmastro and our families.

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