from "Strade Parallele"

IN MY RECORD PLAYER    -    Versione italiana

In my record-player
sweet harsh gloomy
solemn sound live
riotous noise
colourless rhythm
the music escapes
from the amplifier
the valves sing
lit up in the half-light
and the loudspeaker
goes up and down
in swing tempo
and you move your leg
to the rhythm
and the tenant of the floor below
with his ear to the wall
at least enjoys some good jazz!

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