Elio E Le Storie Tese
Italian, Rum Casusu çikti
Urna, urna, uuh, put me in the urn, urn, uuh. Cinerary urn, put me
in the funeral urn, ballot urn, put me in the potato urn. 68: donkey
cotto. 47:
Death comes silently like a moose, it separates us from the living with the cut of
a sickle; comes silent as a moose, separates with the cut of a scythe.
Foscolo said it, I repeat it: the fulcrum of life is the tomb; fulcrum,
sepulchre, fulcrum, I repeat that it is a sepulchre.
And there's something in the air that tells me I will perish. Either sooner or later I know
that it will happen but it doesn't disturb me, I have only one desire:
I want a dignified burial when death comes and seizes me, a
clean and lasting tomb that it will protect me from humidity. He will seize. Huh huh huh.
For the more cultured, following are some passages taken from I sepolcri by Ugo Foscolo:
Sol chi non leaves inheritance he has little joy in the urn. Urn urn
Uuh, uuh; put me in the urn urn uuh.
And there is something in the air - something in the air - that tells me that I will die:
I have waste in my body, in the large intestine, in the small intestine and in the duodenum.
Father Luca. I feel waste in my body that undermines me. Baby Fuca. I hear
the man from Japan telling me: Ufo Robot, Ufo Robots.
(follows fragment of Ufo Robot (Albertelli - Tavolazzi - Tempera))
It transforms into a rocket missile with circuits of a thousand valves, among the
stars it sprints and goes. Among the stars he sprints and goes. He eats books on mathematics, salads on cybernetics and repeats: sixteen, your ass. The ass.
But while I speak you don't listen to me. There are two cases: either you don't love me anymore or you're dead. I would lean towards the second hypothesis because it gives off a nauseating stench.
And then I think you want a dignified, dignified, dignified burial because
death has come and grabbed you. A clean and long-lasting tomb that will protect you from humidity.
Urn, urn, uuh, put me in the funeral urn, ballot urn, put me
in the potato urn. Love, love, aaa. Hello, aaaaaa; yes you have to put me
in the urn, put me, put me, in the urn. 77, tits tits: the legs of
women. 23 uah oh ooh: a tram. Aaaaaah 24: another tram. 96: the bus ha
ha ha ha ha, hu hu hu hu. 15: the perpetual love that unites the couple for
many endless years. 64: the Bellugi years.
Ha ha ha ha. He he he he.

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