Sicilia, fonte d'ispirazione per i stranieri e forestieri

"Sicily" by Eliott Murphy	I was in Sicily reading Henry Miller You were in New York City you were getting thinner I was in discos I was listening to Madonna You were in sweat clothes looking like Jane Fonda One day I called you because I couldn't resist It cost me eighty bucks I don't think it was worth it This is the last thing I expected to be A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily The night was raining and my window was stuck My driver took the shore roads to avoid the heavy trucks While he was telling me about the Mafia I was thinking 'bout our wedding what the marriage done to you Feeling so lonely my esteem so low Find myself in Italy I'm singing in a disco This is the last thing I wanted to be A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily Looking out my window I see the stars above I'm closer to Tunisia than to anyone I love I've seen the ruins of the Romans and the Greeks Compared to my own empire they really look so neat Some say my songs are long and over complicated But they're very personal I say they're underrated This is the last thing I expected to be A broken hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily
"Farewell To Sicily"	Farewell To Sicily (James Robertson / Hamish Henderson) (L'addio alla Sicilia della 51st Highland Division's in 1943)   The pipie is dozy the pipie is fey He wullnae come roon for his vino the day The sky o'er Messina is unco and grey And a' the bricht chaulmers are eerie Fareweel ye banks o' Sicily Fare ye weel ye valley and shaw There's nae Jock will mourn the kyles o' ye Puir bluidy squaddies are wearie Fareweel ye banks o' Sicily Fare ye weel ye valley and shaw There's nae hame can smoor the wiles o' ye Puir bluidy squaddies are wearie Then doon the stair and line the waterside Wait your turn the ferry's awa Then doon the stair and line the waterside A' the bricht chaulmers are eerie The drummie is polisht, the drummie is braw He cannae be seen for his webbin awa He's beezed himsel' up for a photy and a' Tae leave wi' his Lola his dearie Fare ye weel ye dives o' Sicily Fare ye weel ye shieling and ha' We'll a' mind shebeens and bothies Whaur kind signoritas were cheerie Fare ye weel ye banks o' Sicily Fare ye weel ye shieling and ha' We'll a' mind shebeens and bothies Whaur Jock made a date wi' his dearie Then tune the pipes and drub the tenor drum Leave your kit this side o' the wa' Then tune the pipes and drub the tenor drum A' the bricht chaulmers are eerie
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