Souvenir
Il Rovescio Della Medaglia Lyrics


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Chiamalo
se vuoi libertà
quest'osso senza polpa che azzanniamo
e che nessuno vuol mollare
cosa vuol dire poi...

I tempi cambiano
da noi
le stagioni mutano la pelle
il pensiero è un optional
solo per gli eccentrici
boom
degli oracoli
da noi
la sibilla pascola i buoi
l'anima è un solido
senti il peso che non c'è

Siamo pieni di discariche
di astrazioni estetiche
di visioni esoteriche
vecchie e nuove utopie

Souvenir
pezzi di storia che
se hai la testa vuota e qualche soldo
prendi uno e paghi tre
e vai cosi' e vai...

Qui
si rottamano
idee
e segreti spesso inconfessati
si ricicla tutto (sai)
anche i vuoti a perdere
è quel non vivere
che ti
attraversa ma non lascia niente
il cantante predica
e le pietre piangono

Siamo pieni di discariche
di astrazioni estetiche
di visioni esoteriche
e imperfette poesie

Souvenir
pezzi di storia che
se vuoi li metti insieme così




ti raccontano i perché
era così e non...

Overall Meaning

The song "Souvenir" by Il Rovescio Della Medaglia talks about the emptiness and insecurity that are present in our society. The first stanza suggests that we cling to something that has no substance or meaning, symbolized by the bone without flesh that we all hold onto. We struggle to let go, yet it seems that nobody wants to let it go either. The meaning behind this could be that we are trying to hold onto a sense of freedom or independence in a world that is constantly changing and taking away our rights. However, the question of what that freedom means is left open.


The second stanza talks about how times are changing, and seasons are shifting, but our thinking remains an optional accessory for the eccentric. The oracles are booming, and the sibyl is pasturing the oxen, suggesting that the old ways are still present in a society that seems to be moving towards a more modern way of life. The line "the soul is a solid, feel the weight that isn't there" suggests that we are carrying a heavy burden, but we are not sure what it is that we are carrying.


The chorus talks about the souvenirs that we collect - history pieces that are being sold to us for a price. The lyrics suggest that if we have a vacant mind and money to spare, we can buy these souvenirs, and the singer asks us to consider why and how things were in the past. The final stanza talks about how we recycle everything - even our secrets and ideas - because we are afraid to live or maybe because we don't know how to. The singer preaches, and the stones weep, suggesting that we are not listening to the message that we need to hear.


Line by Line Meaning

Chiamalo se vuoi libertà quest'osso senza polpa che azzanniamo e che nessuno vuol mollare cosa vuol dire poi...
Call it freedom if you want, this empty bone that we bite and nobody wants to let go of. What does it really mean?


I tempi cambiano da noi le stagioni mutano la pelle il pensiero è un optional solo per gli eccentrici boom degli oracoli da noi la sibilla pascola i buoi l'anima è un solido senti il peso che non c'è
Times are changing here, seasons are changing our skin. Thought is optional, only for the eccentric. Boom of the oracles, here the fortune-teller grazes the oxen. The soul is a solid, feel the weight that isn't there.


Siamo pieni di discariche di astrazioni estetiche di visioni esoteriche vecchie e nuove utopie
We are full of dumps, aesthetic abstractions, esoteric visions, old and new utopias.


Souvenir pezzi di storia che se hai la testa vuota e qualche soldo prendi uno e paghi tre e vai cosi' e vai...
Souvenir, pieces of history that, if you have an empty head and some money, you take one and pay for three, and off you go...


Qui si rottamano idee e segreti spesso inconfessati si ricicla tutto (sai) anche i vuoti a perdere è quel non vivere che ti attraversa ma non lascia niente il cantante predica e le pietre piangono
Here, ideas and often unconfessed secrets are scrapped. Everything is recycled (you know), even the emptiness that goes to waste. It's that non-living that goes through you but doesn't leave anything. The singer preaches, and the stones cry.


Siamo pieni di discariche di astrazioni estetiche di visioni esoteriche e imperfette poesie
We are full of dumps, aesthetic abstractions, esoteric visions, and imperfect poems.


Souvenir pezzi di storia che se vuoi li metti insieme così ti raccontano i perché era così e non...
Souvenir, pieces of history that, if you want, you can put together like this, and they'll tell you why it was this way and not...




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