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marcorossi on Sept. 1, 2024

THis page has been partially inspired by this song by Faust'o (Fausto Rossi, a not very famous italian singer from the 70s early 80s).

Here is the translation of the lyrics:

LITTLE LORD
for my mother I was the Little Lord
Her great little showman
Ironic tribute to her friends
A little hostage

Fragile fingers in the shadow of tea
And the eyes of a hundred vultures
Beware of the little Lord's mistake
And they said

Harry
Play the piano a little for us
Come on, good boy, just one piece, come on
Harry
Play a little Chopin for us
Look how good he is, does he want some more tea?

Then
suddenly a madman on a piano
A little strange
Which was approaching very quietly
Very quietly
Very quietly

A kick to the sweets and the biscuits (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything shattered, in little pieces
An unscheduled event for the gentlemen
It's all free

Then in the great silence a laugh
It was my mother, a little stunned
He looked a little strange (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I really think she went crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Because he was still howling

Harry
Play the piano a little for us
Come on, good boy, just one piece, come on
Harry
Play a little Chopin for us
Look how good he is, do you want a piece of the tea cup?

What I said isn't true (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But it's just as if it's true (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Because I've been dreaming about it ever since (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now the nightmare is over (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But the anger is still inside (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For not actually doing it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For real
For real