Dargen D'Amico

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Dargen D'Amico, pseudonym of Jacopo D'Amico (C.E.1980 – living), Italian rapper and singer-songwriter.

Quotes from songs:

Of vices of virtue form:

Etichetta: Talking Cat/Universal, C.E.2008, produced by Dargen D'Amico, Roofio, Crookers.

You always discover the shortest route on the way back! (from SMS to the Madonna, n. 1)
I'll only tell you once: COME BACK. Ok, if you want it I'll tell you two: COME BACK. I'll tell you three, please COME BACK. For you I send a text message to the Madonna! (from SMS to the Madonna, n. 1)
A total mess happened, a creature stole my heart, please sir, maybe you can please get it back. (from SMS to the Madonna, n. 1)
I make marginal music because I was born marginalized! I'm too cerebral to come out enriched and celebrated! (from Low Cash, n. 2)
And when evening falls, I ask myself "how is it that everyone already has their own career and I'm still waiting for mine, like the Jews the messiah?" (from Low Cash, n. 2 )
Without cash you can't go out and I'm stuck here, no one ever writes to me as if I were http. (from Low Cash, n. 2)
There are so few of these dindi that I look at them closely, I watch over them like children. I waste time giving a name and surname to every penny. (from Low Cash, n. 2)

D' part one:

Etichetta: Giada Mesi, C.E.2010, produced by Giacobbe d'Austerlitz, Marco Zangirolami, Two Fingerz, Big Fish.

Seeing you up close would convert God, | who knows if you still want to make love with me. (from Bere una cosa, n. 1)
Now that your lips reflect the whole world I explore it by drinking something with you. (from Drinking a Thing, n. 1)
You who are life, but without the downtime it doesn't seem real to me to make love with you again. (from Bere una cosa, n. 1)
I'm here on the outskirts waving my arms but you don't even see me | when I throw my heart at your feet, | you'll end up crushing it by going like the accelerator, baby. (from Drink a Thing, n. 1)
I prefer to travel by post | and do not leave the surroundings and turn around myself | like the reflection or the time or the people alive or the hourglass that impassively turns on the axis, | she doesn't look down and isn't afraid of what those who torment her think, | how I would like him to teach me not to fear the looks of my neighbor, | me when I walk alone on Viale della Centrale! I, in order not to meet anyone, you know, chase the shadow that is in front of me! and she fits into every hole like gloves, I follow her if I fear she's tampering with some trains. (from Because you never know (what happens to you), n. 3)
They all talk to me and no one talks to me! Better this way because already on Monday I finished the sentences for the week. (from Because you never know (what happens to you), n. 3)
I seek the key to my fortune. It was lost by an old lady who was throwing pillows and sheets at me. (from Because you never know (what happens to you), n. 3)
Before leaving I change the order of the furniture to give an appearance of novelty. | I shave off my hair and recover my decency. (from Malpensandoti, n. 4)
There is still no wool that warms fresh, | the only one to succeed for now is vodka. (from Malpensandoti, n. 4)
I go to the entrance and am about to enter. | The automatic mechanism, the doors that open to let me pass makes me think: | any goodbye, even between two doors, is traumatic. (from Malpensandoti, n. 4)
Even though Malpensa is in the countryside, there is no one to sell a bouquet of flowers. (from Malpensandoti, n. 4)
How is it possible that three worlds are not enough to find what you are really looking for, | and the longest love lasts a couple of seconds, you always love that makes you suffer and makes third parties suffer. | Love takes away hunger, you stay fast so you drink a sea to fill the empty spaces, | but salt hurts even more, to survive everyone seeks their own Pozzeto like Cochi. (from Malpensandoti, n. 4)
God, how much cold blood it takes waiting for the woman you love, especially if you are not sure of love, and if she has been distant for months. (From Malpensandoti, n. 4 )
But then when I see her I don't think anymore | and I don't know if she is far or close, like children the TV. (from Malpensandoti , n. 4)
Van Damme! No martial art can stop love from hurting you. | Van Damme, no martial art can prevent love. (from Van Damme (Saddam), n. 5)
Don't be scared if I hurt you because | I do to others what I would like them to do to me, | complementary poles, you hate me, I love you, we are like dictionaries, we are Gods | synonyms and antonyms. (from Van Damme (Saddam), n. 5)
Sometimes just a kiss is worth the trip or the flight, it's worth the cost of the ticket like Grace Kelly in slow mo! (from Van Damme (Saddam), n. 5)
I have also read the notes written in small print but on the martial arts manuals, you can't find any chapter that avoids avoids avoids seems ridiculous. (from Van Damme (Saddam), n. 5 )
I recognize myself in my album only if I see myself reflected on the back of the CD. (from Prendi per mano D'Amico, n. 7)
It's useless to keep a reserve anyway, | you never know what life has in store anyway, | anyway you can't even save the reserve when life cuts off "the Bull" like Superga! (from Prendi per mano D'Amico, n. 7)
Don't leave me at this miserable table, | now you've turned 30, turn 31 and it's morning! | Let's get the last liter of wine | and then let's go together with Falcone and Borsellino. (from Take D'Amico's hand, n. 7)
But you're leaving my friend, where are you going? | Stay with me and cheers while there is some. | It will end between us anyway sooner or later and without ifs, | but at least give me time to show you the worst of me. (from Ma dove vai (Veronica), n. 8)
I'm just a comedian like Dante, | you are just one like many. | But if you leave my eyes will turn red like cheeks, | and the cheeks will become swollen like oranges, | because if I'm alone I'll devour everything | then I suddenly lose weight when I fall in love again. (from Ma dove vai (Veronica), n. 8)
You don't know how to cook anyway, so sooner or later we'll have to break up or we'll die of hunger. (from Ma dove vai (Veronica), n. 8)
My biological clock strikes June, | but if you leave my eyes will become autumn, | and the leaves will fall on my cheeks | and the eyes will become red like oranges. (from Ma dove vai (Veronica), n. 8)

D' part two:

Etichetta: Giada Mesi, C.E.2010, produced by Giacobbe d'Austerlitz, Marco Zangirolami, Crookers, Two Fingerz.

Don't leave me alone, as happened to God | who doesn't have a TV, and even if he has many friends | they keep him company only on holidays. (from Odio Volare, n. 1)
I would like to keep God company but the journey terrifies me. (from Odio Volare, n. 1)
Whoever is afraid of the void will not reach the top | I'm also afraid of the void that exists between one step and another. (from Odio Volare, n. 1)
If something can go wrong it will certainly go wrong, I am a magnet for disasters. (from Odio Volare, n. 1)
I hear the creaking when the world turns. | God, can't you hear the background noise? (from Even if the world has, n. 2)
Sooner or later I laugh about it cyclically because the facial expressions are finished. (from Even if the world has, n. 2)
Love is that intertime, in which someone | holds you back and pulls you into a little room, | and you, you try to escape and stay | independent in the world but when, | you think again, you think again and you withdraw and you | it seems appropriate to stay, because the world is not that big, | and the aforementioned little room, it's not that bad. | And then you turn and kiss and bless those who respect you but | fades away and you discover that no one respects you or cares for you and you were alone | the sweater got caught in the handle. (from Love is that intertempo, n. 4)
If I close one eye I travel half the world at least I dream half of it. (from In Loop, n. 5)
Stay behind me and I'll ask the elevator operator which floor it goes to goes to the piano bar, good, | we follow it up to Jesus and down to Beelzebub | and then picnic on the intermediate floors | always full as long as you believe what you don't see. (from In Loop, n. 5)
I like women who pretend to be crazy, | but it all comes down to me if they've been redone, | because if you wanted your breasts to be big, giant, | who knows what you expect from my underwear. (from I like women, n. 6)
The days all end the same, | and memories are colored crumbs, | you find them in bed and they don't let you sleep, | because you never know whether to taste them or sweep them away. (from Coloured Crumbs, n. 7)
I spend the day on a PC justifying on the left like after Moro | but then my boss says: No | I want it like this with the center always justified as after Moro. (from Colorful crumbs, n. 7)
The world turns and blurs the poses. (from Colorful crumbs, n. 7)
Dinners all end the same, the guests are gone, they clear your table and you can't eat anymore. | And maybe you would have liked to finish drinking, you would have kept the glass, nothing to do, they'll clear the table for you, | you only take home the colored crumbs that still remain anchored to your cardigan and maybe you would have liked to finish drinking, hold the glass, clear my cardigan, baby! (from Colorful Crumbs, n. 7)
...and he has calluses on his heart, caused by the recoil of the rifle (from Even if the world has, n. 2)

Instant nostalgia:

Etichetta: Giada Mesi, C.E.2012, produced by Dargen D'Amico, Ada Michelle, Emiliano Pepe.

Side A:

And say any word, start with something simple, it's the first thing you say, no one knows what was there before.
And there is no end to beauty, but it's a lie, and I could explain it in words, but a photograph of the sun, no matter how hard you try, doesn't heat up the same.
The words to use? Always those, the art is to change the order.
Life is a habit, but it always happens that you lose it.
If I hadn't been terrified of children I could be a teacher, and relive the first day more often.
Disturbed sleep creates disturbed mind, disturbed mind creates foie gras, and then blames it on the funnel.
I was loitering and now I have a part in your life, a small participation, I know, a marginal role compared to the dream. But you find me good, waiting for you to wake up sitting on the dresser."
If God incarnated again, he would end up on a brand new cross, filmed by cell phones in the air, that's what instant nostalgia is.

Side B:

I do nothing, all day, how can I be sleepy? And then there is no peace anyway, I'm in a cage even in the dream."
They expire if I don't keep people in mind.
Don't think about it, think about something else, don't even imagine the space inside your skull, empty worlds, take the first one you like.
I'll wake up in an hour, I'll have to make a decision! Nah, wake up in another dream, every pillow is a nation.”
I cry just to try, because I would like to learn to hold back the tears, when they have already gone half out of me.