1. Last night, again,
    you were in my dreams
    several expendable limbs were at stake
    you were a prince, spinning rims
    all sentiments indian-given
    and half-baked
    I was brought
    in on a palanquin
    made of the many bodies
    of beautiful women
    brought to this place to be examined,
    swaying on an elephant:
    a princess of india

    We both want the very same thing.
    We are praying
    I am the one to save you
    But you don't even own,
    your own violence
    Run away from home-
    your beard is still blue
    with the loneliness of you mighty men,
    with your jaws, and fists, and guitars
    and pens, and your sugarlip,
    but I've never been to the firepits with you mighty men

    Who made you this way?
    Who made you this way?
    Who is going to bear your beautiful children?
    Do you think you can just stop,
    when you're ready for a change?
    Who will take care of you
    when you're old and dying?

    You burn in the Mekong,
    to prove your worth,
    Go Long! Go Long!
    Right over the edge of the earth!
    You have been wronged,
    tore up since birth.
    You have done harm.
    Others have done worse.

    Will you tuck your shirt?
    Will you leave it loose?
    You are badly hurt.
    You're a silly goose.

    You are caked in mud,
    and in blood, and worse.
    Chew your bitter cud,
    Grope your little nurse.

    Do you know why
    my ankles are bound in gauze
    (sickly dressage:
    a princess of kentucky)?
    In the middle of the woods
    (which were the probable cause),
    we danced in the lodge
    like two panting monkeys.

    I will give you a call, for one last hurrah.
    If this tale is tall, forgive my scrambling.
    But you keep palming along the wall,
    moving at a blind crawl,
    but always rambling.

    Wolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest,
    If I knew you, once,
    now I know you less,
    In the sinking sand,
    where we've come to rest,
    have I had a hand in your loneliness?

    When you leave me alone
    in this old palace of yours,
    it starts to get to me. I take to walking,
    What a woman does is open doors.
    And it is not a question of locking
    or unlocking.

    Well, I have never seen
    such a terrible room-
    gilded with the gold teeth
    of the women who loved you!
    Now, though I die,
    Magpie, this I bequeath:
    by any other name
    a jay is still blue

    with the loneliness
    of you mighty men,
    with your mighty kiss
    that might never end,
    while, so far away,
    in the seat of the west,
    burns the fount
    of the heat
    of that loneliness.

    There's a man
    who only will speak in code,
    backing slowly, slowly down the road.
    May he master everything
    that such men may know
    about loving, and then letting go.

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  2. Sexto 'Unplugged 2011. Sesto al Reghena.
    Songs: First We Kiss. Joan Of Arc.

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  3. Live Ferrara Sotto le Stelle. 27.7.2011.
    Song: Woman, When I've Raised Hell.

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