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BENEFIT 1970
Nota: Esistono due edizioni diverse di questo album, quella inglese e quella americana.
Nella versione americana non compare "Alive And Well And Living In", che è sostituita da "Inside",
mentre al posto di "Inside" compare "Teacher". Purtroppo Aldo ha pubblicato le traduzioni della
versione inglese mentre io sono in possesso della versione americana (E anche i Ragazzi del St. Cleve Chronicle
sono americani). Chiedo scusa e cercherò di rimediare quanto prima.
A.G.
With You There To Help Me
In days of peace --
sweet smelling summer nights
of wine and song;
dusty pavements burning feet.
Why am I crying, I want to know.
How can I smile and make it right?
For sixty days and eighty nights
and not give in and lose the fight.
I'm going back to the ones that I know,
with whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go --
and with you there to help me then
it probably will.
I won't go down acting the same old play.
Give sixty days for just one night.
Don't think I'd make it: but then I might.
I'm going back to the ones that I know,
with whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go --
and with you there to help me then
it probably will.
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Con Te La` Ad Aiutarmi
In giorni di pace -
notti d'estate che odorano dolcemente
di vino e canzoni;
marciapiedi polverosi, i piedi che bruciano. Perche` sto piangendo, vorrei sapere.
Come posso sorridere ed aggiustare le cose?
Per sessanta giorni e ottanta serate
e non cedere e rimanere sconfitto.
Tornero` dalle persone che conosco,
con cui posso essere quel che sono.
Bastera` una settimana perche` mi passi
e con te ad aiutarmi
probabilmente succedera`
Non affondero` recitando la solita parte
Dare sessanta giorni per una serata sola
Non credo di potercela fare, o forse si
Tornero` dalle persone che conosco,
con cui posso essere quel che sono.
Bastera` una settimana perche` mi passi
e con te ad aiutarmi
probabilmente succedera`
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Nothing To Say
Everyday there's someone asking
what is there to do?
Should I love or should I fight
is it all the same to you?
No I say I have the answer proven to be true,
But if I were to share it with you,
you would stand to gain and I to lose.
Oh I couldn't bear it
so I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
Every morning pressure
forming all around my eyes.
Ceilings crash, the walls collapse,
broken by the lies
that your misfortune brought upon us
and I won't disguise them.
So don't ask me will I explain
I won't even begin to tell you why.
No, just because I have a name
well I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
Climb a tower of freedom,
paint your own deceiving sign.
It's not my power
to criticize or to ask you to be blind
To your own pressing problem
and the hate you must unwind.
So ask of me no answer
there is none that I could give
you wouldn't find.
I went your way
ten years ago
and I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
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Nulla Da Dire
Ogni giorno c'e` qualcuno che chiede
cosa c'e` da fare?
Dovrei amare o combattere
Per voi fa lo stesso?
No, io ce l'ho la risposta giusta.
Ma se dovessi dividerla con voi
voi ci guadagnereste e io ci perderei.
Oh, non potrei sopportarlo
dunque, non ho nulla da dire.
Nulla da dire.
Tutte le mattine lo stress
prende forma intorno ai miei occhi.
Soffitti che crollano, muri che cadono,
distrutti dalle bugie
che le vostre disgrazie ci hanno portato
addosso e io non le mascherero`.
Dunque non chiedetemi se vi daro` spiegazioni
Non comincero` nemmeno a dirvi perche`.
No, proprio perche` ho un nome bene,
bene, non ho nulla da dire.
Nulla da dire.
Scalate una torre di liberta`,
dipingete il vostro finto segno.
Non e` affar mio
criticare o chiedervi di essere ciechi
di fronte ai problemi che vi assillano
e all'odio che dovete sviscerare.
E non chiedetemi risposte
non ce n'e` alcuna che io possa dare
che anche voi non trovereste.
Sono stato nella vostra condizione
dieci anni fa
e non ho nulla da dire.
Nulla da dire.
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Alive And Well And Living In
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Viva E Vegeta E In Casa
Nessuno la vede qui,
i suoi occhi si stanno chiudendo lentamente.
Se ha bisogno di riposarsi, siede la`,
immobile, e mette un cuscino sul telefono.
E se ha voglia di ballare nessuno lo sapra` mai.
Ci prova, non c'e` bisogno di spiegarle
come si dovrebbe fare.
Non puo` ricordare ora quando era a pezzi.
E` davvero contenta di sedere la`
ad ascoltare quello che lui dice. Come non fosse felice di essere solo.
E se lui ha voglia di piangere lei
e` li ad ascoltarlo.
Nessuna ragione per lamentarsi e nulla da temere,
loro saranno sempre...
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Son
Oh, I feel sympathy.
Be grateful my son
for what you get.
Expression and passion. Ten days for
watching the sunset; when I was your age
amusement we made for ourselves.
``Permission to breathe sir,''
don't talk like that, I'm your old man.
They'll soon be demobbed son,
so join up as soon as you can.
You can't borrow that `cos
that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees.
I only feel what touches me
and feel in touching I can see
a better state to be in.
Who has the right
to question what I might do,
in feeling I should touch the real
and only things I feel.
It's advice and it's nice to know when
you're best advised.
You've only turned thirty,
so son, you'd better apologize.
And when you grow up,
if you're good we will buy you a bike.
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For Michael Collins, Jeffrey And Me
Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds,
blue reflections mute and dim
beckon tearful child of wonder
to repentance of the sin.
And the blind and lusty lovers
of the great eternal lie
go on believing nothing since
something has to die.
And the ape's curiosity --
money power wins, and the
yellow soft mountains move under him.
I'm with you L.E.M.
though it's
a shame that it had to be you.
The mother ship is just
a blip
from your trip made for two.
I'm with you boys,
so please employ just a little extra care.
It's on my mind
I'm left behind when I should have been there.
Walking with you.
And the limp face hungry viewers
fight to fasten with their eyes
like the man hung from the trapeze --
whose fall will satisfy.
And congratulate each other
on their rare and wondrous deed
That their begrudged money
bought to sow the monkey's seed.
And the yellow soft mountains
they grow very still
witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill.
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Per Michael Collins, Jeffrey E Me
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To Cry You A Song
Flying so high,
trying to remember
how many cigarettes did I bring along?
When I get down
I'll jump in a taxi cab
driving through London town
to cry you a song.
It's been a long time --
still shaking my wings.
Well, I'm a glad bird
I got changes to ring.
Closing my dream
inside its paper-bag.
Thought I saw angels
but I could have been wrong.
Search in my case,
can't find what they're looking for.
Waving me through
to cry you a song.
It's been a long time --
still shaking my wings.
Well I'm a glad bird
I got changes to ring.
Lights in the street,
peeping through curtains drawn.
Rattling of safety chain
taking too long.
The smile in your eyes was never
so sweet before --
Came down from the skies
to cry you a song.
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A Time For Everything
Once it seemed
there would always be a time for everything.
Ages passed I knew at last
my life had never been.
I'd been missing what time
could bring.
Fifty years and I'm filled with tears
and joys I never cried.
Burn the wagon and chain the mule.
The past is all denied.
There's no time for everything.
No time for everything.
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Inside
All the places I've been make it hard to begin
to enjoy life again on the inside,
but I mean to.
Take a walk around the block
and be glad that I've got me some time
to be in from the outside, and inside with you.
I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad.
Got no money coming in but I can't be sad.
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had.
And I won't worry about a thing
because we've got it made,
here on the inside, outside so far away.
And
we'll laugh and we'll sing get someone to bring
our friends here for tea in the evening --
Old Jeffrey makes three.
Take a walk in the park,
does the wind in the dark
sound like music to you?
Well I'm thinking it does to me.
Can you cook, can you sew --
well, I don't want to know.
That is not what you need on the inside,
to make the time go.
Counting lambs, counting sheep
we will fall into sleep
and we awake to a new day
of living and loving you so.
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Play In Time
Got to take in what I can. There is no time to do what must be done, While I do some thinking.
Sleeping is hard to come by, So we'll all sit down and try to play in time, and we feel like singing. Talking to
people in my way. Blues were my favorite colour, til I looked around and found another song that I felt like singing.
Trying so hard to reach you; playing what must be played, what must be sung -- and it's what I'm singing. Talking
to people in my way.
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Sossity You're A Woman
Hello you straight-laced lady,
dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean.
Painted them up with polish
in the hope we can't see where you've been.
The smiling face that you've worn
to greet me rising at morning --
sent me out to work for my score.
Please me and say what it's for.
Give me the straight-laced promise
and not the pathetic lie.
Tie me down with your ribbons
and sulk when I ask you why.
Your Sunday paper voice cries demanding
truths I deny.
The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended
is offered, our affair mended.
Sossity: You're a woman.
Society: You're a woman.
All of the tears you're wasting
are for yourself and not for me.
It's sad to know you're aging
Sadder still to admit
I'm free.
Your immature physical toy has grown,
too young to enjoy
at last your straight-laced agreement:
woman, you were too old for me.
Sossity: You're a woman.
Society: You're a woman.
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Sossity: Sei Una Donna
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