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Berlin Blues – Alice Phoebe Lou – Lyrics

It Ruffled up my feathers and it barked right up my tree
When Suddenly it seemed all the fingers were pointing on up at me
And the footsteps in the sand
And we are were all getting
Washed up by the sea
To leave me in stitches
Bursting at the seams
Bursting at the seams

When the sun came out to greet me
I only saw the wolves from my dreams
This is my Berlin blues song
Sometimes life can get a little wrong
But it won’t be long
‘Cause it just makes me strong

And there is a place where we one day
Would delve where there no more walking on eggshells
Where ideas are for free
OH! It’s the place to be
A great mind’s no longer the minority

I’ll see you there with your hands in the air
Where the canvas is bare
And there’s no more despair
And your third eye would stare
Nothing can compare
not want care
and I’ll see you there

I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there

This is my Berlin blues song
Sometimes life can get a little wrong
But it won’t be long
‘Cause it just makes me strong

there is a place where we one day
Would delve where there no more walking on eggshells
Where ideas are for free
OH! It’s the place to be
A great mind’s no longer the minority

I’ll see you there with your hands in the air
Where the canvas is bare
And there’s no more despair
And your third eye would stare
Nothing can compare
not want care
and I’ll see you there

I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there

This is my Berlin blues song
Sometimes life can get a little wrong
But it won’t be long
Cuz it just makes me strong

Le Mezze Stagioni

Invito a leggervi questa recensione su questo fantastico gruppo che ho scoperto di recente.

Quando penso alla contemporaneità, alla consapevolezza del passato e alla malinconia del futuro, ecco, nulla è sintetizzato come nei loro testi e in una melodia che passa dai Kings of Convenience ai gruppi post-grunge radio friendly di metà anni ’90. Una versione new-global e molto  patchanka e  un po’ pachanga di quel che fu la gloriosa scuola dei cantautori genovesi.

“Se ripenso a te
a volte sai mi viene male
Italia mia
a Genova c’è un altro sole
non mi chiedere di spiegare
cosa provo quando devo ritornare”

Il prendere il largo per cercare un futuro migliore oltre il mare. Un destino comune a molti giovani di ieri e di oggi.