City Sickness – 391

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“City Sickness No. 391”
Milano, Italy, March 2017
© Massimo S. Volonté

Sometimes it hurts

volonte fotografo milanoYou’re wasting your time coming ’round here
What got you to thinking there was something new going on?
You’re wasting your time coming ’round here
What got you to thinking I had a different song?
Been lying awake all night trying to figure out
It’s that old song – keeps running around in my head
You’re wasting your time coming ’round here
But what’s good for me is not necessarily for the best
So play it for me
Sometimes it works, sometimes it don’t, you know
Some days it hurts, some days it feels real good
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it don’t, you know
Some days it works so good I can see my way home
Been climbing these old walls warning and screaming what a cheat you are
Ah, how much you mean?
‘Cause nothing else comes near me, you got this trick going on
May have the sharpest chisel, the keenest eye
It’s just that old song, I’ve only got the one
So play it for me
Sometimes it works, sometimes it don’t, you know
Some days it hurts, some days it feels real good
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it don’t, you know
Some days it works so good I can see my way home
I may unscrew the top just to hear that sound
I may pour a little just to see the light shining through
A little sip, but no more
Hey, you belong to me now, don’t you wander too far
So play it for me
And I’ll play it for you
So play it for me
And I’ll play it for you
Sometimes it works, sometimes it don’t, you know
Some days it hurts, some days it feels real good
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it don’t, you know
Some days it works so good…
I’m wasting my time coming ’round here
What once burned so brightly is all but smoke in the air
You’re wasting your time coming ’round here
What got you to thinking I had a different song?
_ Tindersticks (Sometimes It Hurts) _

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“Sometimes it hurts”
Italy, Feb. 2017
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Sour times

volonte fotografo milanoTo pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
‘Cause nobody loves me
It’s true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows, no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
‘Cause nobody loves me
It’s true
Not like you do
Who am I, what and why?
‘Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Oh these sour times
‘Cause nobody loves me
It’s true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste
Of innocence, decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide…
‘Cause nobody loves me
It’s true
Not like you do…
_ Portishead (Sour times, excerpt) _

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“Sour times”
Italy, July 2017
© Massimo S. Volonté

Beautiful catastrophe #045

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“Beautiful catastrophe #045”
Italy, Oct. 2015
© Massimo S. Volonté

City Sickness – 390

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“City Sickness No. 390”
Milano, Italy, Oct. 2015
© Massimo S. Volonté

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