Il Divo. Tra grottesco e surreale, galleggia abilmente nella finzione riportando in vita memorie reali. Pungente e nello stesso tempo scostante, tra ottime interpretazioni e suggestivi squarci musicali. Beh, direi sette euro spesi bene... ... Oh, scusa, dimenticavo, ha pagat Julius... (non t'incassare, stella, non ne vale la pena). "E tu che volevi andare a Piazza Bologna..." (cit.)
TOOP TOOP - CASSIUSAfter all the words we sing I got my eyes on my machine You could just put online So I got some piece of mine I could keep up during night I’m gonna search people fight Hanging out on every All I got is a machine NUX VOMICA - THE VEILS What say you, LordFor the olive boys down in the house of correctionsAs they try for love and any form of ascensionAm I on the right train headed in the wrong directionWhat say you, LordWhat say you, LordAm I living wrongDo you see a long road with no one on itAnd the right of men that you learnt only to forgetYou see my sad wife and my high margin of profitBut you don't care at allYou don't careAt allWhat say you, LordNow that they're breeding all our animals insaneAnd the remedy is growing harder to obtainThere's a white horse running wild through the switch-caneI can hear him nowAnd I fear him'Til Kingdom comeCaught in this frenzy of eliminationSuch an irreparable disintegrationMy body's twitching with a ready expectationFor Kingdom comeMy KingdomComeWhat say you, LordWhy is the truth of this so hard to unveil?Though it's true I never knew what this would entailFrom the hands of Christ to the heads of the Daily MailI'll see you allAnd I'll raise youLordNow what say you, allI wonder when the light is brought up for saleWith the weight of love and the grace of the Baleen WhaleWill the severed Heads of State be at all curtailedWill they be here at all -Will they be dead and gone?What say you LordOf the serpent-taled, forbidden fish of the harboursAnd the ready-men, defiant drinkers and charmersAll lost and summoning the face of their fathersCan you see thm now?I can see 'emWhat say you, allDo I believe it if I do not want itDo I lie alone and keeps my cold hands off itHoney, it ain't hard to loose your grip in the midst of all of thisBut it ain't far to fallIt's not far at allPainWhat