Almost no one knows, but I'm a songwriter.
poetry and folk songs have mocked the powerful for centuries, the hypocrite, the servile, the squire sang life, love, anger, helplessness, pride of the error, the desire, the longing, the need ...
not have fundamentally altered the world we want to change power, money, acquiescence, pragmatism, chutzpah (and a change at this price, and then maybe not so desirable ...).
poetry and folk song, a kind of blessed and mocking the genetic code, do not have them rarely or reject them.
E 'claim laughable and irrelevant nell'Italietta today, one that believes only the smell of money, success, to recommendations impunity.
In reality, unfortunately, not only today, because I remembered that his grandfather, to survive, was often forced to repeat: "Jo no Viot nie, nie not know and live in Austria ".
If so, I thank my ancestors who barely get by, they managed to prolong the generations up to me and admit of being liable if they are here to type s' keyboard, these words.
Nevertheless, I professed follower completely untrustworthy and do not guarantee to perpetuate the model.
E 'for generations to think that we are raped primum live ...
If the condition is this, then anything can, neck reluctantly, be accepted, everything can change, everything can be swallowed.
I had masters, imperfect as you want, but they taught me the importance of dignity and research - the constant, painful, limping - consistency.
Who knows ...
Maybe they are just shit, m tonight to write, play, song and I do not feel in the mood of appeasement ...
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Songwriter 
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