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Ticobsi AntiBoring Systems
by Patrick Placentino
It all started by « Ça plane pour moi » with a Bontempi.Scores are nothing, emotions are everything.
Episodes
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An Herb Alperty Sensation
An Herb Alperty Sensation by Patrick Placentino
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Piccolo Giardino
Quattro foglie al sole, un vaso sul davanzale Il primo appartamento, una capitale Di sogni, di basilico, di libertà E un’affitto che si paga, chissà come si fa Basilico in tazza, timo in un barattolo Rosmarino al vento, col profilo da divo Menta sulla soglia, erba cipollina in fila Un metro…
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Brooklyn, let the world go wrong
You brought me a book of bothers, A roll call of the hard to bear. But Brooklyn’s burning gold at sundown, And I’ve got better things to care. Let the busybodies buzz behind us, Let the little tyrants take their turn. The East River’s turning copper, darling, And there’s a whole damn sky to burn....
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Il Scocciatore
Il piantagrane le fauteur de troubles : Celui qui sème les obstacles et crée des complications autour de lui. Il casinista le semeur de pagaille : Celui qui met le désordre partout et rend toute organisation pénible. La pittima la sangsue :, celui qui dans le temps poursuivait les mauvais payeurs…
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Je hais et j'aime
Je hais et j'aime by Patrick Placentino
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I’m doing better
I’m doing better by Patrick Placentino
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Quelque chose
Il suffit d’un goût resté sur tes lèvres pour que tout ce qui pèse un instant se lève. Une douceur familière effleure ta mémoire, et soudain tout ton corps se remet à y croire. La fatigue s’efface, le chagrin perd sa voix, les ombres se défont et reculent devant toi. Tu ne sais pas pourquoi ce...
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Ma’gna’ Ma’gna’
Ma’gna’ Ma’gna’ by Patrick Placentino
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U…F…O…
She knew he was a U… F… O… A little wonder no one could know. Out of nowhere, out of place, Yet somehow home within her space. No loud arrival, no disguise, Just quiet colour in her skies. Some people pass, then disappear. He simply happened… and stayed near. Then something broke without a sound....
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Too Late
I wish I'd met you long ago talkin', walkin', snappin' I wish I'd met you long ago boombox speakers clappin' I wish I'd met you long ago every rhyme line stackin' I wish I'd met you long ago double-time tongue just rappin' Damn, it’s too late too many words in my chest Too late syllables crowd my...
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En vrai, j'm'en fous.
En vrai, j'm'en fous. by Patrick Placentino
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Al Dente
Al Dente by Patrick Placentino
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Anatomy of B
Anatomy of B by Patrick Placentino
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Strada d’Italia
Piano, perfetti, partiamo persuasi, pensando: “Per tutti, le stesse le frasi.” Tre minuti… bip bip!… che bella lezione: qui il codice cambia con l’espressione. La precedenza? Mah!… poesia volante, un gesto, un sorriso, chi osa va avanti. Con gli occhi si tratta, col cuore si va, “Pim! Pam!”… e...
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Whistleblow
You traded the sun for a halogen glare. Bought a ticket to the bunker in the dirty air. Swallowing the venom from a plastic spoon. Barking at the shadows underneath the moon. Wake up the ghost in the hollow machine. You paint all your walls in a violent green. Selling your keys to the heaviest...
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Un bras tatoué
Il te pousse un bras tatoué. Au début, ça nous a fait rire. “C’est pour le style”, tu disais, Et personne pour te contredire. Du vide vendu comme du solide, tu crois défendre ta liberté. Tu parles! Elle te prend par la main Et dit pour toi où regarder. Il te pousse un bras tatoué. Voilà qu’ il...
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Jouw zomer
Waarom je met de zomer vergelijken? De zomer is gebakken lucht. Hij komt met veel bombarie, hij pronkt op de gevels, brandt een paar weken, en bolt het dan af zonder excuus. De wind sloopt de knoppen, de zon blaast hoog van de toren en druipt dan af, en september komt achteraf de boel opruimen.…
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Catulliotronica Settima
Quanti baci, Lesbia, per battere la brama, Perché il mio cuore bramoso sazi la sua fiamma? Volano i granelli di sabbia al vento del mar chiaro, Vegliano le stelle silenti sul mondo amaro. Tanti baci focosi bramo dalla tua bocca, Per colmare tutto il fuoco che dentro mi tocca. Ma mascheriamo…
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Ô Pablo
Ô Pablo by Patrick Placentino
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Dickpicaboo
Dickpicaboo by Patrick Placentino
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Catulliotronica
Catulliotronica by Patrick Placentino
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Al Trabucco
Tra travi e tramonti, tra tufi e trasparenze turchesi, torniamo qui. Tu, fratello di strade sicure, di scelte salde, di stagioni ordinate. Io, fratello di sentieri selvatici, di sogni sparsi, di sole e salsedine. Sul trabucco che sfida il tempo, il vento va e viene. Come noi. Fratello, fra vento…
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The Coche et la Fly
The Coche et la Fly by Patrick Placentino
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Fruttivendolo
Ascolta il suono di questa parola, scivola piano, rinfresca la gola. Fruttivendolo: undici tocchi leggeri, voce sincera di piazze e mestieri. La «f» si apre come un soffio di vento, le «t» sul palato danno il loro accento, poi la «v» si solleva e la «l» si posa, mentre la terra si fa generosa....
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Champignac
Champignac by Patrick Placentino
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Famme 'e cunte
Me vuò bene... e po' m'abbandune, m'astipe mmiez'â strada, a sulo a sulo. Sì 'na furastiera doce... ca trase e jesce, comm'a chi s'accatta pure 'o respiro d' 'a stanza. Faje 'e cunte cu mme, e po' sgarrupe tutto chello ca simmo. Me faje girà comm'a 'na tarantella lenta... lenta... ma 'o scuorno…
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Three Shadows
Three shadows at my door, no names, just traces. They call too soon for what cannot be taken only given, then gone. I whisper no. One wound my voice bends. Then two my chest caves. Then three my glow fades. My body sags, the vow stays. Something clings, even in this dark. Are they three shadows……
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Calculate me (and my wild side)
Calculate me (and my wild side) by Patrick Placentino
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Calculate me
You want me… then you don’t leave me standing, wide open Sweet stranger… passing through, like you own the room You add me up then you break us down spin me slow… slow… my blues don’t stick around You leave your signs in the middle of my nights little questions… I can’t place I reach for…
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Rhinoceros
Rhinocéros, fracas dans la rue, tu passes et tout devient perdu. Papa parlait sans voir venir, Maman cherchait à tout vernir. Moi je criais, petit, tout seul, eux ils parlaient, sans lever les yeux. Rhinocéros, regarde-moi est-ce que tu sais ce que tu me fais? Rhinocéros, regarde-moi est-ce que…
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Twenty Fifth Section Four
Twenty Fifth Section Four by Patrick Placentino
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Underground Forever
Soft city shadows slide through my skin, Subways sigh secrets of where I’ve been, Concrete confessions, cold and concealed, Crowds carry questions they never reveal. Paper and pen were my private parade, Lines like a lifeline I carefully laid, Before the bright banners, before the acclaim, Before...
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Je te vois
Je te vois à chaque coin de rue Dans la vitre Dans le flou qui tue Dans le passage lent La foule se courbe Toute la ville se cale sur ton souffle Ti voglio bene Soffio sous la peau Un battement et tout va bien trop vite Encore la ville ubriaca di te Un sentimento che balla Sans bruit Je te vois à...
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Émile m’a dit…
Émile m’a dit : partir, pas patienter, pas plier, pas polir les prisons, pas prier les piliers, pas pactiser petit avec les puissants pâles, mais pousser, percer, pourfendre les prêcheurs et leurs promesses. Émile m’a dit : partir, pour porter le possible, pour piquer le présent, pour presser le...
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Hush now
The night light wakes before me And sketches my face in the ceiling glow It places my eyes Softly in the corner of stars Where all of my quiet wishes go I whisper, "Are you the dream or the dreamer?" Hush now, little reflection, stay Drifting on the pillow of the Milky Way If you forget my name,...
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From the darkness to the light
From the darkness to the light by Patrick Placentino
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The DOW
False blond bluster, bragging again Blame in the wings, truth on the train Questions come close, answers go thin Grin for the cameras, dodge with a spin Point at the screen Point at the score Never explain Never restore How do you dare? How do you dare? How do you dare, the DOW is fifty! How do…
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Pas de quoi écrire à sa mère
Pas de quoi écrire à sa mère by Patrick Placentino
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Gauuuuuuuch’ !
Gauuuuuuuch’ ! by Patrick Placentino
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Article 25
Article 25 by Patrick Placentino
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Bontempi Bip Bip Bip
Bontempi blu sul tavolo basso dita piccole, destino d’ottone soffio storto, suono grasso batte il cuore dentro il cartone plastica povera, paradiso premo un tasto, mi sento un dio la musica nasce per sbaglio e sbaglia sempre come io Bip, bolle d’aria fiato corto, febbre chiara tra il silenzio e…
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Stop Being Stupid
Ironic Brass Ensemble
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Dis-moi
Dis-moi Est-ce que tu jubiles quand tu juges ? Est-ce que tu jouis quand tu refuses ? Quand tu signes, lentement, la chute De citoyens devenus coûts Dis-moi Est-ce que ton calme est une armure Ou le confort d’une blessure ? Quand tu pousses, proprement Des gens vivants dans le néant Dis-moi…
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Brutto Amore a Roma
Due caffè freddi sul tavolino Parli piano Guardi il telefono Fontana di Trevi Ma piovono insulti Le mani vicine Gli occhi dispersi Brutto amore a Roma Ci facciamo male sotto il Colosseo Tra le rovine di ogni "ti amo" Brutto amore a Roma Ci baciamo forte solo per orgoglio E poi scappiamo in due...
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Viva La Résolución!
Tentación totalitaire, Articulée, tendance sécuritaire, Ils promettent l’ordre en solución, Et des slogans vides d’émoción. On crache sur les cerveaux brillants, On bâillonne le doute lentement, On rit de l’inclusión, trop longue, trop savante, On caresse les matrones, leur chien-chien, la…
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N.Y.M.V.P.
I miss the streets that never sleep The pulse The push The subway beep Concrete veins They run so deep Tell them I wanna come back in New York City I miss the vine I miss the spree I wanna be the Broadway shows MVP New York City You belong to me Yellow cabs like lightning bolts Bagels Chaos…
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N.Y.M.V.P.
N.Y.M.V.P. by Patrick Placentino
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Home Not Alone
Same table, every year Same chairs, the same old cheer Coats pile up by the door We all pretend we’ve heard it before Someone’s late, someone sighs Someone already rolls their eyes But the wine is warm, the lights are low And somehow… we’re happy to be home Same table, same old scene Different...
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Stalkative
She’s a shadow in my rearview light Silent whispers in the dead of night Every corner turned feels tight Her eyes are daggers I can’t unsee She’s a ghost but she’s haunting me One little move She’ll break the spell One little move Back to her hell She’s watching Always watching I can’t exhale…
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Karibu Jua
(Solstice Beats) Karibu jua Karibu jua Karibu jua Leo ni leo Tumeamka asubuhi Tulisubiri Siku ikachomoza Twashukuru twapenda Tumefurahi Karibu jua Karibu jua Karibu jua Karibu jua Karibu jua Karibu jua Leo ni leo Tumeamka asubuhi Tulisubiri Siku ikachomoza Twashukuru twapenda Tumefurahi Karibu…
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It all started by « Ça plane pour moi » with a Bontempi.Scores are nothing, emotions are everything.
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Patrick Placentino
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