CD 1: Radiofreccia - Ho perso le parole - Boris - Welcome home, freccia - Bordocampo - Freccia - Metti in circolo il tuo amore - Da marzia - Bruno - Prima pagina del libro d'oro - Mezzanotte di fuoco - Boris segna il territorio - Pesce-siluro - Siamo in onda - Bonanza - Can't help falling in love
CD 2: Rebel rebel - Werewolves of London - The passenger - Lord of the starfields - You ain't seen nothing yet - Love is the drug - Long train running - Jessica - Vicious - Sweet home Alabama - Willin' - Run through the jungle - Year of the cat - Sing a song - Incontro - Black market

CD1

Radiofreccia

(Instrumental)

Ho perso le parole

Ho perso le parole
eppure ce le avevo qua un attimo fa,
dovevo dire cose
cose che sai,
che ti dovevo
che ti dovrei.
Ho perso le parole
può darsi che abbia perso solo le mie bugie,
si son nascoste bene
forse però,
semplicemente
non eran mie.

Credi
credici un po'
metti insieme un cuore e prova a sentire e dopo
credi
credici un po' di più di più davvero.

Ho perso le parole
e vorrei che ti bastasse solo quello che ho,
io mi farò capire
anche da te,
se ascolti ben se ascolti un po'.
Sei bella che fai male
sei bella che si balla solo come vuoi tu
non servono parole
so che lo sai
le mie parole non servon più.

Credi
credici un po' sei su radiofreccia guardati in faccia e dopo
credi
credici un po' di più di più davvero.

Ho perso le parole
oppure sono loro che perdono me,
io so che dovrei dire
cose che sa,
che ti dovevo, che ti dovrei.
Ma ho perso le parole
che bello se bastasse solo quello che ho,
mi posso far capire
anche da te,
se ascolti bene
se ascolti un po'.

Credi
credici un po'
metti insieme un cuore e prova a sentire e dopo
credi
credici un po' di più di più davvero.
Credi
credici un po' sei su radiofreccia guardati in faccia e dopo
credi
credici un po' di più di più davvero.

Welcome home, freccia

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Bordocampo

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Freccia

Credo nelle rovesciate di Bonimba, e nei riff di Keith Richards.
Credo al doppio suono di campanello del padrone di casa, che vuole l'affitto ogni primo del mese.
Credo che ognuno di noi si meriterebbe un padre e una madre che siano decenti con lui almeno finché non si sta in piedi.
Credo che un'Inter come quella di Corso, Mazzola e Suarez non ci sarà mai più, ma non è detto che non ce ne saranno altre belle in maniera diversa.
Credo che non sia tutto qui, però prima di credere in qualcos'altro bisogna fare i conti con quello che c'è qua, e allora mi sa che crederò prima o poi in qualche dio.
Credo che se mai avrò una famiglia sarà dura tirare avanti con trecento mila al mese, però credo anche che se non leccherò culi come fa il mio caporeparto difficilmente cambieranno le cose.
Credo che c'ho un buco grosso dentro, ma anche che, il rock n' roll, qualche amichetta, il calcio, qualche soddisfazione sul lavoro, le stronzate con gli amici ogni tanto questo buco me lo riempiono.
Credo che la voglia di scappare da un paese con ventimila abitanti vuol dire che hai voglia di scappare da te stesso, e da te stesso non ci scappi nemmeno se sei Eddie Merckx.
Credo che non è giusto giudicare la vita degli altri, perché comunque non puoi sapere proprio un cazzo della vita degli altri.

Metti in circolo il tuo amore

Hai cercato di capire
e non hai capito ancora
se di capire di finisce mai.
Hai provato a far capire
con tutta la tua voce
anche solo un pezzo di quello che sei.
Con la rabbia ci si nasce
o ci si diventa
tu che sei un esperto non lo sai.
Perché quello che ti spacca
ti fa fuori dentro
forse parte proprio da chi sei.

Metti in circolo il tuo amore
come quando dici "perché no?"
Metti in circolo il tuo amore
come quando ammetti "non lo so"
come quando dici "peché no?"

Quante vite non capisci
e quindi non sopporti
perché ti sembra non capiscan te.
Quanti generi di pesci
e di correnti forti
perché 'sto mare sia come vuoi te.

Metti in circolo il tuo amore
come fai con una novità
Metti in circolo il tuo amore
come quando dici si vedrà
come fai con una novità

E ti sei opposto all'onda
ed è li che hai capito
che più ti opponi e più ti tira giù.
E ti senti ad una festa
per cui non hai l'invito
per cui gli inviti adesso falli tu.

Metti in circolo il tuo amore
come quando dici "perché no?"
Metti in circolo il tuo amore
come quando ammetti "non lo so"
come quando dici peché no.

Da Marzia

(Instrumental)

Prima pagina del libro d'oro

Era un po' di anni fa
era e non sarà più
era soltanto che
te la scrivevi tu.
La prima pagina
pagina del libro d'oro
La prima pagina
pagina del libro d'oro.

Mezzanotte di Fuoco

(Instrumental)

Boris Segna il Territorio

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Pesce-siluro

(Instrumental)

Siamo in onda

Se ne frega di serrande
di finestre sempre chiuse
di sistemi troppo grandi
di destini già decisi
e finisce sotto letti
dove si balla da un po'.
Sembra quello che non vince
il suo istinto di guardone
ha la faccia come il culo
di chi si fa perdonare
sembra il suono di una voce
che parte proprio da te.

Siamo in onda di qualchecosa
tieni l'onda, tienila accesa
prendi l'onda
finché ti passa di lì
finché ti passa di lì.

E' leggero come l'aria
anzi forse più leggero
e finisce in qualche stereo
che qualcuno ha "preso in nero"
e finisce nella vita
di chi dice "e io che ne so?".

Siamo in onda di qualchecosa
tieni l'onda, tienila accesa
prendi l'onda
finché ti passa di lì
finché ti passa di lì.

Can't help Falling In Love

(Instrumental)

CD2

Rebel Rebel
(David Bowie)

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Your face is a mess
So how could they know?

Werewolves of London
(Warren Zevon)

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London

He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London
Draw blood

The passenger
(Iggy Pop)

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
yeah the bright and hollow sky
you know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
over the city's ripped backsides
and everything looks good tonight
singing la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala la la
get into the car
we'll be the passenger
we'll ride through the city tonight
we'll see the city's ripped backside
we'll see the bright and hollow sky
we'll see the stars that shine so bright
stars made for us tonight
oh the passenger
oh how he rides
oh the passenger
he rides and he rides
he looks through his window
what does he see?
he sees the bright and hollow sky
he sees the stars come out tonight
he sees the city's ripped backsides
he sees the winding ocean drive
and everything was made for you and me
all of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
so let's take a ride
and see what's mine
singing la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala la la
oh the passenger
he rides and he rides
he sees things from under glass
he looks through his window side
he sees the things he knows are his
he sees the bright and hollow sky
he sees the city sleep at night
he sees the stars are out tonight
and all of it is yours and mine
and all of it is yours and mine
so let's ride and ride
singing la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala
la la la la lalalala la la

Lord Of The Starfields
(Bruce Cockburn)

Lord of the starfields
Ancient of Days
Universe Maker
Here's a song in your praise

Wings of the storm cloud
Beginning and end
You make my heart leap
Like a banner in the wind

O love that fires the sun
Keep me burning.
Lord of the starfields
Sower of life,
Heaven and earth are
Full of your light

Voice of the nova
Smile of the dew
All of our yearning
Only comes home to you

O love that fires the sun
keep me burning

You ain't seen nothing yet
(Bachman turner overdrive)

I met a devil woman
She took my heart away
She said I had it coming to me
But I wanted it that way
I think that any love is good love
So I took what I could get ooh..ooh
She looked at me with big brown eyes and said...
You ain't seen nothin' yet
B-B-Baby you just ain't seen nothin' yet
Here's something you're never gonna forget
B-B-Baby you just ain't seen n-n-nothin' yet (you ain't been around)
And now I'm feelin' better
'Cause I found out for sure
She took me to her doctor
And he told me of a cure
He said that any love is good love
So I took what I could get
Yes I took what I could get
And then she looked at me with big brown eyes... said

Love is the drug
(Roxy music)

T'aint no big t'ing
To wait for the bell to ring
T'aint no big t'ing
The toll of the bell
Aggravated - spare for days
I troll downtown the red light place
Jump up bubble up - what's in store
Love is the drug and I need to score
Showing out, showing out, hit and run
Boy meets girl where the beat goes on
Stitched up tight, can't shake free
Love is the drug got a hook on me
Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh oh can't you see
Love is the drug for me
Late that night I park my car
Stake my place in the singles bar
Face to face, toe to toe
Heart to heart as we hit the floor
Lumber up limbo down
The locked embrace, the stumble round
I say go, she say yes
Dim the lights, you can guess the rest
Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh oh can't you see
Love is the drug got a hook in me
Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh oh can't you see
Love the drug for me

Long train running
(Doobie brothers)

Down around the corner
a half a mile from here
You see them old trains runnin'
and you watch them disappear
Without love
where would you be now
Without love
You know I saw miss Lucy
down along the tracks
She lost her home and family
and she won't be comin' back
Without love
where would you be now
Without love
Well the Illinois Central
and the Southern Central Freight
gotta keep on pushin' mama
'cause you know they're running late
Without love
where would you be now
Without love
Well the Illinois Central
and the Southern Central Freight
gotta keep on pushin' mama
'cause you know they're running late
Without love
where would you be now
Without love
Where the pistons keep on charmin'
and the wheels go round' and round'
And the steel rails are cold and hard
for the miles they go around
Without love
where would you be right now
Without love
where would you be now?
Got to get it baby wont you move it down?
Won't you move it down?
Baby baby baby baby wont you move it down?
When the big train run
and the train is movin' on
I got to keep on movin'
Keep on movin'
Keep on movin'
Gonna keep on movin'

Jessica
(The Allman Brothers Band)

(Instrumental)

Vicious
(Lou Reed)

Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby you're so vicious
Vicious
You want me to hit you with a stick
But all I've got's a guitar pick
Huh... baby you're so vicious
When I watch you come
I just want to run far away
You're not the kind of person
Around whom I want to stay
When I see you comin' down the street
I step on your hands and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I wanna meet
Oh, baby, you're so vicious
Vicious
Hey, why don't you swallow razor blades
You must think I'm some kinda gay blade
But baby, you're so vicious
When I watch you comin'
I just have to run
You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun
When I see you walkin' down the street
I step on your hand and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I even wanna meet
'Cause you're so vicious
Vicious
Vicious...

Sweet home Alabama
(Lynyrd Skynyrd)

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin.
Singing songs about the southland
I miss'ole' 'bamy once again (and I think it's a sin)
Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down.
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember,
A southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama,
Where the skies are so blue,
Sweet home Alabama,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor Boo hoo hoo !
Now we all did what we could do.
Now Watergate does not bother me.
Does your conscience bother you? (tell the truth)
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a tune or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

Willin'
(Little feat)

I've been worked by the rain
Driven by the snow
Drunk and dirty - don't you know
But I'm still.. ..willin
(And I was) Out on the road
Late at night
Seen my pretty Alice in every headlight
Alice.. ..Dallas Alice
And I been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapa
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me
Weed, Whites and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll be willin' to be movin'
Kicked by the wind
Robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still .... in a whole lot of trouble
Smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
Baked by the sun
Every time I go to Mexico
And I'm still...

Run Through The Jungle
(Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Whoa, thought it was a nightmare,
Lo, it's all so true,
They told me, "Don't go walking slow
'Cause Devil's on the loose."
CHORUS:

Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Woa, Don't look back to see.

Thought I heard a rumbling
Calling to my name,
Two hundred million guns are loaded
Satan cries, "Take aim!"

CHORUS

Over on the mountain
Thunder magic spoke,
"Let the people know my wisdom,
Fill the land with smoke."

CHORUS

Year of the cat
(Al Stewart)

On a morning from a Bogart movie
in a country where they turned back time
you go strolling through the crowd like
Peter Lorre contemplating a crime.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
running like a water color in the rain.
Don't bother asking for explanations.
She'll just tell you that she came
in the Year of the Cat.
She doesn't give you time for questions
as she locks up you arm in hers.
And you follow 'til your sense of
which direction completely disappears.
By the blue-tiled walls near the market stalls
there's a hidden door she leads you to.
"These days," she says, "I feel my life just
like a river running through
the Year of the Cat."
Well she looks at you so cooly
and her eyes shine like the moon
in the sea.
She comes in incense and pathchouli
so you take her to find what's
waiting inside
the Year of the Cat.
Well morning comes and you're still with her
and the bus and the tourists are gone.
And you've thrown away your choice and
lost your ticket so you have to stay on.
But the drumbeat strains of the night
remain in the rhythm of the newborn day.
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
but for now you're gonna stay
in the Year of the Cat.

Sing A Song
(Earth Wind & Fire)

When you feel down and out
Sing a song, it'll make your day
Here's a time to shout
Sing a song, it'll make a way
Sometimes it's hard to care
Sing a song, it'll make your day
A smile so hard to bear
Sing a song, it'll make a way

Singasong
Singasong
Singasong
Singasong

Bring your heart to believing
Sing a song, it'll make your day
Life ain't about no retrieving
Sing a song, it'll make a way
Give yourself what you need
Sing a song, it'll make your day
Smile, smile smile and believe
Sing a song, it'll make a way

Singasong
Singasong
Singasong
Singasong

Incontro
(Francesco Guccini)

E correndo mi incontrò lungo le scale
quasi nulla mi sembrò cambiato in lei
la tristezza poi ci avvolse come miele
per il tempo scivolato su noi due.
Il sole che calava già
rosseggiava la città
già nostra ed ora straniera
incredibile e fredda;
come un istante "deja vu"
ombra della gioventù
ci circondava la nebbia.
Auto ferme ci guardavano in silenzio
vecchi muri proponevan nuovi eroi
dieci anni da narrare l'uno all'altro
ma le frasi rimanevan dentro in noi
"cosa fai ora, ti ricordi,
eran belli i nostri tempi,
ti ho scritto è un anno,
mi han detto che eri ancor via".
E poi la cena a casa sua,
la mia nuova cortesia,
stoviglie color nostalgia.
E le frasi quasi fossimo due vecchi
rincorrevan solo il tempo dentro in noi
per la prima volta vidi quegli specchi
capii i quadri, i soprammobili ed i suoi.
I nostri miti morti ormai,
la scoperta di Hemingway
il sentirsi nuovi
le cose sognate e poi viste
la mia America e la sua
diventate nella via
la nostra città tanto triste.
Carte e vento volan via nella stazione
freddo e luci accese forse per noi lì
ed infine in breve la sua situazione
uguale quasi a tanti nostri film:
come in un libro scritto male
lui si era ucciso per natale
ma il triste racconto sembrava
assorbito dal buoi
povera amica che narravi
dieci anni in poche frasi
e io i miei in un solo saluto.
E pensavo dondolato dal vagone
"cara amica il tempo prende il tempo dà
noi corriamo sempre in una direzione
ma qual sia e che senso abbia chi lo sa
restano i sogni senza tempo
le impressioni di un momento
le luci nel buio
di case intraviste da un treno
siamo qualcosa che non resta
frasi vuote nella testa
e il cuore di simboli pieno".

Black market
(Weather report)

(Instrumental)