DESK PIANO 3

DESK PIANO 3
(Battiato e i chiodi di garofano)

Memories of zija Carmen
teaching me at the kunvent
in Gwardamanġa
Long tiled corridors
sun-yellow ceilings
the light incense of cakes
from the nuns’ kitchen
u r-riħa tal-imsiemer tal-qronfol
chiodi di garofano
cloves, that’s the word
Ah how sweet to be playing
this finger dance

Gwardamanġa
Ħallik
xomm u ibqa’ doqq
Breathe in those cakes
and play on

Accordo di re minore
do minore
sol maggiore
mi bemolle maggiore
do minore ancora
sol maggiore
mi bemolle
sol

Cerco un centrooo
di gravità per-ma-nen-te
che non mi faccia mai cambiare ideeea
sul-le co-se sul-la gen-te
Avrei bisogno di

Aaaaa
such mouth-watering notes

Brother Jaime said
Do you play Ottu as a guitar
Ħaħaa
Good one
No I wouldn’t do that to him

Brother Alex said
Imagine him on piano
Ħaħaa
He’d make an excellent pianist
but no
I’m on keyboards
he can play guitar

Brother Alex said
Imagine him on drums
Ħeħe
You know what
come to think of it
Ottu could play
several instruments at once
Two on guitar
two on bass
four on drums
Brilliant
thanks bro

FUN FACT!
Believe it or not
octopuses have three hearts
That’s one heart per instrument

Did you hear that Ottu
did you hear that
Imagine Bill Hicks howling into the mic
from the bottom of his lungs
Play from your fuckin’ heart
three times

Let’s do it
mi bemolle maggiore
do minore ancora
sol maggiore
mi bemolle
sol

Cerco un centrooo
di gravità per-ma-nen-te
che non mi faccia mai cambiare

Ah zija Carmen
she was such fun
Her laughter would flatten the waves
on both sides of the island
Rest in peace zija Carmen
I’m sure you’re up there now
playing Jesus’ piano

All those years
I was taught to forget you
to wring your piano keys
out of my fingers
Aħfirli zi
I know you’ve forgiven me already
and my father too

Cerco un centrooo
di gravità per-ma-nen-te
che non mi faccia mai cambiare ideeea
sul-le co-se sul-la gen-te
Ooo-ver and ooo-ver agai-ai-ai-ai-ain
Ooo-var end ooo-var ege-e-e-e-en

Ok Ott
we’re in a bit of a routine now
work - walk - write
piano - football - sleep
work - walk - write
piano - football - sleep
Oh man
by the end of the night
or the end of the morning
I’m so spent
I have nothing left in me
to beat the meat

Ħħħħħħħħ
88888888
Oh man
oh Jesus
I feel out of breath again
Ostra
Even laughing
makes me breathless now

Qħħmmm
Ajma ħej
a little cough
U ija
I’m sure it’s nothing
maybe just hunger

Ott
xxxxx
shhhh
Isma’
listen to that
Chord of E
chord of B
A minor, F
a little G
and A7

Vivo cooome un cammeeello
in una grondaaaia

Abu Rayhan al-Biruni
11th-century Persia
I live like a camel
in a gutter

Yep
Eee sì
Iwa
that’s how I feel now
like a camel
through a gutter

Se fossi un po’ più furbo
non mi lascerei tentaaare

Ottu, isma’
a question
How is it possible
to feel so centred
to be at a point
of confident and joyous calm
and yet
at the same time
so deeply fuckin’ sad

Come piombo pesa il cielo questa noootte
Quante peee-ne e inutili do-looo-riiiii

Dsus2
pausa semiminima
crochet rest
like someone sitting in peace
no hands
Dsus2
D5

Rest
no hands
Breathe
Ejja xbin
come now
it’s been a long night
time for cake

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