Sogni ricorrenti e canzoni dimenticate

Una delle canzoni più belle e meno ricordate di Terence Trent D’Arby.

L’artista nel 2001 adottò il nome Sananda Maitreya, a seguito di una serie di sogni ricorrenti a noi sconosciuti.
Ora voglio dire, anche io faccio sogni ricorrenti del mercy che mi insegue in mutande… ma nonostante questo…
A prescindere dalle stranezze che lo caratterizzano, l’artista è tutt’ora uno dei più FICHI cinquantenni della piazza di Milano, in cui vive dal 2002 (non in piazza eh…).

A voi HOLDING ON TO YOU

I left the east side for a west coast beauty
A girl who burned my thoughts like kisses
She was down by street decree
She swore she’d pull my best years out of me
Fat painted lips on a live wire beauty
A tangerine girl with tambourine eyes
Her face was my favourite magazine
Her body was my favourite book to read

They say that all poets must have and unrequited love
As all lovers must have thought provoking fears

But holding on to you means letting go on pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Means letting go of what’s not real
Holding on to you

I left the rough side for a seaside baby
A chamomile smile that pouts on cue
For every moment I breathe her sigh
Her bosom contains my sweet alibi
In an emotional mist she breathes in fog
And breathes it out as garden flowers
Why me of all the tough talking boys?
I guess she heard my heartbeat through the noise

They say that all poets must have an unrequited love
As all lovers must have thought provoking fears

But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of the rain
Holding on to you
Means letting sorrows heal
Means letting go of what’s not real
Holding on to you

They say that all poets must have an unrequited love
As all lovers I’m sure must have thought provoking fears

But holding on to you means letting sorrows heal
Means letting go of what’s not real
Holding on to you

I left the east coast for a west coast beauty
A woman who burned my thoughts like kisses
She was down by street decree
She swore she’d pull my best years out of me

Fat wet lips on a sea salt canvas
Goodbye Picasso hello Dolly/Dali
The soil is fertile where her footsteps trod
She’s my new religion she’s all I got

They say that all poets must have an unrequited love
As all lovers I’m sure must have thought provoking fears

But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Means letting sorrows heal
It means letting go