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Abbiamo scelto Brett Dennen, un cantautore con una voce particolare, sotto i testi dei due brani.

Ain’t No Reason

There ain’t no reason things are this way.
Its how they always been and they intend to stay.
I can’t explain why we live this way, we do it everyday.
Preachers on the podium speakin’ of saints in seance,
Prophets on the sidewalk beggin’ for change,
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name.
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same,
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing,
You can spend your whole life workin’ for something
Just to have it taken away.
People walk around pushing back their debts,
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets,
Talking ‘bout nothing, not thinking ‘bout death,
Every little heartbeat, every little breath.
People walk a tight rope on a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons.
It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen
Or a thought or a word or a sentence.

There Ain’t no reason things are this way.
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I don’t know why I say the things I say, but I say them anyway.
But love will come set me free
Love will come set me free,I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set me free, yes.

Prison walls still standing tall,
Some things never change at all.
Keep on buildin’ prisons, gonna fill them all,
Keep on buildin’ bombs, gonna drop them all.
Working your fingers bear to the bone,
Breaking your back, make you sell your soul.
Like a lung that’s filled with coal, suffocatin’ slow.
The wind blows wild and I may move,
The politicians lie and I am not fooled.
You don’t need no reason or a three piece suit to argue the truth.
The air on my skin and the world under my toes,
Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes,
Chaos and commotion wherever I go, love I try to follow.

Love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set me free, yes.

There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way, we do it everyday.

Just like the moon

I believe that you were born
during an eclipse
and the stars named you moon child
then you come, you rise in to my sky
you stepped in front of my sun and it makes my whole world dark

and you light up the night
just like the moon
just like the moon you light up the night
and sometimes, sometimes I only get a sliver of ya
but I’m hopin’, I’m hopin’ for a full moon tonight

laid back and I’m restless in the daytime
and I’m chased by these shadows oh thats haunting me
and then you come with nighttimes woolly blanket
and you wrap me like a child who’s been in the rain too long

and you light up the night
just like the moon
just like the moon you light up the night
and sometimes, sometimes I only get a sliver of ya
but I’m hopin’, I’m hopin’ for a full moon tonight

oh I’ve chased the moon, ya know I’ve tried
and each time I’ve tried, each time I’ve failed
and each time I get so down on myself
and I can’t stand this pace of a snail
while the rest of the world pales all the night
ya know I
know that I can probably never be the same

‘cause you light up the night
just like the moon
just like the moon you light up the night
and sometimes, sometimes I only get a sliver of ya
but I’m hopin’, I’m hopin’ for a full moon tonight

and in the night
I can feel your lovelight shining bright
falling down on me like autumn leaves
tell me how am i supposed to fall asleep
and in the night
I can feel your lovelight shining bright
falling down on me like autumn leaves
tell me how am I supposed to fall asleep

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