Caparezza

Caparezza

Caparezza, pseudonym of Michele Salvemini (1973 – living), Italian singer-songwriter and rapper.

Quotes by Caparezza

See also: Mental sagas

• At the beginning of my career I was terrified of becoming a one-shot singer, from one song and away. Instead I managed to distract people from my so-called hits, like Fuori dal Tunnel for example, which for me are just songs.
• Those who only rap about content are often lacking in flow, they cannot express themselves freely either in terms of metrics or rhymes because they have to give a complete meaning to what they say, and in doing so they risk losing a lot of opportunities to come up with funny and interesting metrics which however have the flaw of not being functional to the discussion.
• From the tunnel, from every tunnel, one comes out trying to think with one's own head, not to be standardized and to be able to build an individual vision of the world.
• There are definitely some rappers who don't like me. This is clear. Even some musicians don't look favorably on me. It's a normal thing, if it were just out of empathy. It's not like that, but I don't actually care. I have never been influenced by anyone, not even by the expectations of the fans, let alone by my colleagues. There is ostracism against me. The biggest truth is that I have no interest in the opinion of the rap scene. Who cares, I say. I'll get out of it. All music is compared to cultural phenomena, even smooth music is, but I refuse that there is a sectoral and inelastic way of seeing music.
• It is always good to distinguish ^[sic] the word from the example: I am not a paladin. I express what I feel and what I care to communicate with the hope that my critical sense on certain issues can serve to support those who try to improve this society.

More songs:

• You find a job, you lose it, you start over again, | your Via Crucis in a provincial capital. (from Alita gli ani, 2012)
• My nation leaves everyone breathless: | "Boss, Italy for the Italians!" | Italy breathes ani, Italy breathes ani. (from Alita gli ani, 2012)
• With a strike you try to shake your head, | what does he actually do other than shake his head? (from Alita gli ani, 2012)
• Your story is not that of a blackcap, | you don't get grades, but kicks in the face, Capoeira, | balancing on the rope from one end to the other, | subordinate, you pass from one end to the other. (from Alita gli ani, 2012)

Quotes from songs:

Like Mikimix:

I'm holding on:

Etichetta: Sony Music, 1996, produced by Matteo Bonsanto.

• I was in a small city park, | immersed in the chirping of a thousand birds, | cip cip cip cup and among a thousand distractions, | even the one inside the trousers can be felt, | stay calm and listen to this story, it's hilarious, | about what happened to me so as not to get it on myself. (from Tengo duro, n. 1)
• If I hold on, something will be remedied, | in front of me a girl reads the "Divine Comedy", | but how do these people read in the tram, I don't know, | but I just know that I'll have to wait a bit but in the meantime. (from Tengo duro, n. 1)
• I'm happy to let myself go away, | I buy kilos and kilos of lottery tickets | and I think of a rude man's journey, | with palm leaves waved by half-naked girls | to millions of millions | to dive into it like Scrooge McDuck. (from It Only Happens in Films, n. 2)
• The miniskirt exalts you, | brings you to the limelight | and when it's short it makes you taller | heats up when the butt holds tight, | elegant on the butt that shakes | or by bicycle, | lying on the seat, | to make a massacre of hearts along the way. (from Women in miniskirts, n. 7)

My lucky star:

Label: Sony Music, 1999.

• The dream captures for hours and hours and hours, | sometimes it makes war, sometimes it makes love | and when you close your eyes you never know what happens, | goodbye to your life, see you tomorrow in the morning, | as calm as inside your pyjamas, | I hold my pillow like a child | who perhaps becomes a girl to me | or perhaps it reminds me of the stifled crying in the darkness of the cradle. (from E la notte se ne ne, n. 1)
• How many times have I remained crouched, | that I felt like an abandoned dog, | I looked back and didn't see anyone anymore | and I took it out on fate | and right on the edge of the abyss | that I was only asking for help from myself, | I saw in the blackest night of mourning | a star that illuminated everything for me. (from My lucky star, n. 6)

Demos (C.E.1998-1999):

I start again from Capa:

Etichetta: 1998, produced by Caparezza.

• Outside the rules music is rubbish, | challenge Caparezza only if you're up to it, "ah ha", | because if your free-style sobs | I already know that I will open you like a mussel | and your carriage, at half time, becomes a pumpkin again | and you have to go out with a wig, | better not to be recognized | in the family when it becomes a clan." (from Tutta flava e famiglia, n. 3)
• While I reflect on my position, | here, sheltered, | under a black umbrella | which guards my silence like a monastery: | «I've learned not to trust you, | deceiving water, | I don't like your sound, | even if, for some this is music that travels, | for me it remains a damned rainy day." (from Damned rainy day, n. 4)
• As in my sea of ​​thoughts | of which I am shipwrecked in my serious moments, | I think of the rivers, who grow fat like pigs, | then they overflow, and the walls of the houses collapse, | under the lightning catastrophes of a few moments | which have the price of a life, | waiting for clear weather to come. (from Damned rainy day, n. 4)
• My shoes are soaked, my bones too, | my fears echo like distant thunder. (from Damned Rainy Day, n. 4)
• Here is the jewelry seller, | broke a beer bottle and made rings with it, | they cost as much as a panettone, | calling you is like competing to see who is the biggest idiot. (from Telemonnezza, n. 5)
• My problems come out like mushrooms | they echo in my mind like a bongo solo, | they are muds that dirty me, grease me, immobilize me if | I go mad as in a check against the king, | even if I got out of it | I admit that I am attracted to it like a bee in a field of flowers, | like a drunkard among liquors, | they go up and down inside me like hotel elevators | and even if I went to the Seychelles | they would chase me, they would wait for me | at the gate like a dog when the cat is on the tree. (from Vivo in inquietudine, n. 11)

Quotes about Caparezza:

• Caparezza in my opinion is the only main-stream artist who really makes a difference here in Italy and the fact of being his friend and precious collaborator for years makes me a satisfied and grateful person. (Diego Perrone)
• You must always grasp the compelling absurdities that he says about Caparezza... some expressions that perhaps you cannot immediately understand what they mean, but of an almost enigmatic beauty, as if they were riddles at times... of the words that stand there to think but what is Caparezza saying? And then you realize that in the context it is linear, it is perfect. (Roberto Vecchioni)
• And take a quick look at the news | and discover that in Japan a poodle marries his vet, | fuck! This Turi is truly legendary, | better than Capare...mmmhh but is it really necessary? (Turi)
• I saw Caparezza overturn on his bike | after I broke his brakes with the root breaker. (Fabri Fibra)
• In Italy I would like to Template:NDR Caparezza, who is snubbed by the rap world, even if in my opinion he is one of the few who always manages to put content even in the most danceable pieces... (Shade)
• Template:NDR In a normal country he wouldn't sell any. (Gianfranco Rotondi:)
• I don't have it against him, but I find it absurd that he is seen in a more intellectual way than me because he is long-haired and badly dressed and condemns politicians for things that even stones know. (Marracash)
• For this reason the most convincing Template:NDR was Caparezza, a talented madman who expresses protest in an obliquely cheerful way. (Andrea Scanzi)
• All the criticism that doesn't listen to us | if you act busy unless you are Caparezza. (Marracash)

Hoe:

Etichetta: 1999, produced by Caparezza.

• If being the MC means being a bricklayer who builds | the calligraphic rhyme is as stylish as it is static, | practice practically absent of theory, | it's not my story, well yes, I'm not an MC, but so be it. (from The Hoe Shoe, n. 1)
• The human race craves a fate that smacks of clinical death, | but he recites the usual cynical mimicry: | «Okay, that's it for today but tomorrow uou hou, uou hou!» (from But tomorrow uou hou, n. 8)

?!:

Etichetta: Extra labels, 2000, produced by Caparezza.

• Easy to stay blind as an alley, | dumb f*cking puppet for my ventriloquist. (from Mea culpa, n. 2)
• I strongly wanted to grow tired of madmen | to understand that I wasn't among them | but among the rebels. (from Mea culpa, n. 2)
• I would like to know my language less than Biscardi, | criticize scrawl drawn by Sgarbi, | put hair under Barbie's armpits, | knowing that Wilma is having it out with Barnie, | who secretly Red Ronnie gorges himself on meat." ref>, n. 3)
• Everything that is there, is already there. | So what happens in my pieces? | I will make the impossible possible | until reality is made possible. (from Everything there is, n. 3)
• I would like to raise chalices like a perfect priest, | Marilyn Manson will be my altar boy. (from All There Is, n. 3)
• Shout | thinking about jewels, waste, | these mothers attached to the rings more than Yuri Chechi, | they go to the hairdresser and don't make love so as not to ruin their hair | and dads blowjobs on the buttocks of Pirelli calendars. (from Mammamiamammà, n. 4)
• All mothers in the world are beautiful, | you're right, | but they only have children if the seed tears the goldone, | it works when the baby is hungry | and moans, | feed the breast with silicone milk | and good breakfast. (from Mammamiamammà, n. 4)
• Chat also because talking is more difficult! (from The original people, n. 5)
• I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, I don't do drugs, I don't drink, | sometimes I think I'm the real alternative! (from The original people, n. 5)
• I like normal people, who lead normal lives, | who has children to feed, bills to pay and doesn't even have time to shit. (from The original people, n. 5)
• If conflict was the solution to my problems | I would always be in conflict. (from The conflict, n. 6)
• If my woman shits missiles I repudiate her. (from The conflict, n. 6)
• If they have humiliated you, insulted you, made you a cuckold... | Well, if they've pushed you to the limit, you stay silent! (from Fuck the violence, n. 7)
• Take example from many great men, such as mahatma Gandhi, | by many non-violent who have become Saints. (from F*ck the violence, n. 7)
• If the soul was born free then it cannot be calibrated. (from F*ck the violence, n. 7)
• If there is someone who provokes you, don't fuel his fire, | It's of little use anyway and you'd be playing his game. (from F*ck the violence, n. 7)
• The next is easy to hate, | if you are strong love him | that we are all the ones who commit massacres Capaci. (from Fuck the violence, n. 7)
• A crumb of the good I want for you is enough to feed you, | I would like to comb your hair with my fingers, | I would like to tie you up | to a grain of sand like Fidenco, | in love with you because I have nothing to do like Tenco, | you know I like the breath of your nostrils, | when you sew me on | sweet kisses like scars. (from Ti clonerò, n. 8)
• You're a hallucination, | the obsession | of each of my neurons, | if I don't have you near me I fall into depression, | I would be happy with you even if you were a clone, | in fact I think this is the solution. (from Ti clonerò, n. 8)
• Let yourself clone my beloved, | if you were a phone card I would have collected you, | as an original | or as a pirate copy you sound good | and what concerts when we are together! (From I will clone you, n. 8)
• There are those who want me crazy and those who madly hope that he will top career, | from evening to morning he gets stubborn, sticks needles into my doll! (From La fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria', n. 9)
• The water you throw on my fire becomes gasoline, | every insulting is manikin for my window. | Know that my doctrine | doesn't give a damn about who is after and who before. (from La densssaiola dell'ingiuria, n. 9)
• I like that it hail on my face | the thick pear of the iniuria, | the handle just to feel alive | to the shell of my hair. (from La fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria', n. 9)
• There is a shortage of walls used for memory, | pure vanad, it hurts like a tooth that cays | my weakness for the victims of history; | they hated them, humiliated them, left them to fate | to court them after death. (from La putta sassaiola dell'ingiuria, n. 9)
• I'm satiated with a dictionary varied more than the saints of the calendar! (From La thick sassaiola of the insult, n. 9)
• I like to know myself different, | perverse pleasure that I pour in verses on scattered sheets, | in the paragraphs of the days lost in my remorse. (from La stta sassaiola dell'ingiuria, n. 9)
• Who tampers with the tits of the sculpture | ignores its love and care. (from La thick sassaiola dell'ingiuria, n. 9)
• I have not changed, | the heart and the thoughts are the same | on the magnificent carpet of the verses | I want to tell you something that touches you. (from La densssaiola dell'ingiuria, n. 9)
• Sti quindicenni have malaria, | the lazy face, they already use Viagra, | in the festival of fools the fools are many, | thick flocks of dead goths statev' accuorti! | They preach death, they want death, death in spade, | if you like death explain ... what do you not kill yourself? (From Chi c*zzo me lo, n. 10)
• Leave me just like Rita Pavone | if you go to see the football game' | because I don' | Slogans thugs who know of fascist ances, | on 'stles are fans mixed with terrorists, | you want to be sad if the murder escapes, | this caciara gives me an intense sense of annoyance. | Hooligans and swastika perfect combination, | I would put that pole straight in your ass with the Scudetto, | too many Ultrà peasants without names have armed hands, | as Antoine said those throw you stones. (from Il secondo me, n. 1)
• English professors who do not learn another language, | English will never have to change currency, | English will always drive on the wrong side | that's why those who go to London I know they come back a little changed. (from The second me, n. 1)
• They say that the Arabs write to the contrary, | Mohamed said that I write in reverse, | so everything right reveals its opposite | and if not you agree I feel sorry for you! (From The second second to me , n. 1)
• When there was him the trains left on time, | when he was there they deported us on time, | when he was there we weren't there | that if we were there we would have been pale. (from The second opinion of me , n. 1)
• Then vote for me and you'll see, I'll find you a job, | vote for me and you'll see that you won't get hurt, | vote for me and you'll see, from tomorrow I'll love you, | son, once here it was all electoral campaign. (from The second according to 1)

Caparezza in 2008

• Do you want to be a singer? You will need a pust! | Do you want to be a councilor? You'll need a boost! | Do you want to make a career? You'll need a boost! | On the edge of a ravine I would need a boost! (From The second second to me , n. 1)
• I'm not married, let's say I live together. | I'm not unemployed, let's say I'm studying. | I'm not a delinquent, let's say I'll make do. | Let's say let's say let's say a lot of bullshit! (From The second second to me , n. 1)
• Don't look Devilman you become violent! | Don't read Spiderman, you get violent! | Don't listen to Method Man, you get violent! | Imagine what it's like to stay one day in parliament... (from The second in my opinion , n. 1)
• Politicians no no no are no longer what they used to be | the women no no no they are no longer those of the past | I no no no no no I'm no longer what they used to be | only the rhetoric has remained the same! (From The second second to me , n. 1)
• I have my balls full of it | rather I don't go out, | in the herd I stay | only if I'm the German shepherd. (from No breed, n. 2)
• Assums tity that as suppositions | if he puts them in his ass. (from No race, n. 2)
• The situation is delusional, | it's like the naia where | the more he had power the more was ignorant. (from No race, n. 2)
• If I talk about bullshit everyone says it's nice, | if I make controversy they are slaughter meat. | For heaven's sake, much better the platitudes, | "talking about emotions", this is the motto. (from The Law of the nettle, n. 3)
• I don't give a fuck about poetry, | I myself was born for a condom that broke. (from The Law of Nettle, n. 3)
• When I drop the text, what do you want me to tell you? | There is no taste if it does not irritate. (from The Law of the Hives, n. 3)
• But love what is it? | It is a concept that means everything and nothing, | from the obvious love of the man in love | to love in the broad sense for people. (from The Law of the nettle, n. 3)
• I like those who croak, | those who crippled what they play, | the singer with the good voice | go to the monastery, | in the choir of the clergy. (from The law of nettle, n. 3)
• Bacco, | you guide this insane man who fell at the hands of a female, | I insist, since the weather has predicted clouds of fog on my retina. | Here you toast and do not skimp | even if you give | a bad image of yourself, | after yet another sip assimilated for you! (From Sango and Drunken, n. 4)
• Politicians who play actors, | guys who have their parents for work? | Uè! They have all gone crazy, | they convinced them that they will all be entrepreneurs ... (from Sango e Srunkzo, n. 4)
• Here, | comes the bad and persuasive oc, | a proud liar who knows how to say only what people want to hear, | I do not touch his sago, | I am a deaf sorce to the piper. (from Dagli to the untore, n. 7)
• I'm out of the tunnel | of fun, | I'm out of the tunnel | of fun, | when I leave home and I get bored | I'm very happy. | When I leave the house and get bored | I'm much happier. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)
• Of you spending salaries, | crammed into stupendous places | between asses on cubes, | succubi of horrendous beats, | brandy juices and you lie down. (from Out of the tunnel, n. 8)
• Being a friend of Baldan Bembo, | they are a silence | that can become music (from The insects of the farm, n. 4)
• Come and see, come on, come and see | the wonderful insects of the farm; | and if you bend down, but you can't see, | all normal, they got into your butt. (from The insects of the farm, n. 4)
• And the grilli, shiny idyll singers, | muted by purifying insecticides. (from The insects of the farm, n. 4)
• Extraordinary edition of the "Podere della sera"! | Black saw cries for the warrior bee, | fired in the trunk the termite despairs, | centipede kick ass at the border, | the mite laughs because the world is a powder keg. (from The insects of the farm, n. 4)
• I am the toro with a great size, | but I miss the words, | like yeti you think I'm abominable | because you see me precipitating, | but it's just the disposition | with which fairy tales paint me. (from On the side of the bull, n. 5)
• The torero who knows it is the authoritative, | he behaves with me like an honorable, | he wants to impose his rules on me, | for fame he would also kill the offspring, | of the bullfight he believes the Hercules | well, you give up your sword and take me to wave. (from From the side of the 5)
• Already that I'm a earth sign | I leave you on the ground with a sign. (from On the side of the bull, n. 5)
• The life is reprehensible | because it makes the joy of the culprit | and I who wanted it enchanting, | like rain I fall from the clouds. (from On the side of the bull, n. 5)
• Now there are too many bulls outside the fence | with beltd head like Moreno and Hillary Clinton. (from On the side of the bull, n. 5)
• Open your eyes baby, be careful baby, | don't fear the black man, don't fear the wolf man, | don't fear the gloomy man, just fear the cunning man. | He is a tutor he takes everything he can. (from Ninna nanna di Mazzarò, n. 6)
• Baby'Baby, lullaby, Mazzarò is coming. | Stay awake that otherwise, take away what you can. | Lullaby, lullaby no, Mazzarò is coming. | Stay awake that otherwise, take away what you can. (from Ninna nanna di Mazzarò, n. 6)
• On the canvas your entire life with a prologue: | your mother opening her legs to the gynecologist. (from The Silence of the Guilty, n. 7)
• Speak, the truth is there you don't have to deny it. | Speak, whoever closes the hole does not stay afloat. | Speak, from your mouth free the fall | like a butterfly that soars from the calla. | Speak, mutisms are inlistenable. | Speak, mors have weak rudders. | Speak, use endless terms. | Speak, because the silence is of the culprits. (from The Silence of the Guilty, n. 7)
• The silence is golden and you sell it to the worst bidders. (from The Silence of the Guilty, n. 7)
• Make an opinion | or you will end up like the facts of metadone. (from The Silence of the Guilty, n. 7)
• Who tace is subject to the will of loquacious, | you drink bullshit like the war of peace. (from The Silence of the Guilty, n. 7)
• I have amletic doubts typical of solds: | to be or not to be pathetic? (From My intolerant part, n. 9)
• I don't live on a ball, I don't talk about pussy, | I don't wear good clothes | so I'm out of any discussion! (From My intolerant part, n. 9)
• I study in a class of fighters excited by red blood cells | they weren't even Bela Lugosi. (from My Intolerant Part, n. 9)
• At severeen years old the options are two: since you either become pushing | or you become like me, that I'm weak, | that I have no rules, that I have demodé stuff, | that I hate the cliché of man | who must never ask, | since if you don't ask you don't know.' (from My intolerant part, n. 9)
• Better depressed than assholes like 'I don't give a fuck', | why don't they say 'I'm interested'? | Let a cypress be buggered, therefore, | so much my destiny is to be alone with anyone. (from My intolerant part, n. 9)
• Ambrace the rifle, prepare the cannon, | defend the green from the golden curls. | Eject the negròn, inforca the terròn, | and serve your people with shining love. (from [Innins from the Songs|Inno]] Verdano, n. 10)
• Now I understand how right he was, | now that I am a state soldier without the south, | now that the toilet paper is over, | but it doesn't matter, I put the constitution in it anyway. (from Inno Verdano, n. 10)
• The Verdano people are eager | for the separation from Italy that tears apart. | And if the wall falls in Germany who cares | I raise it in Verdania since... (from Inno Verdano, n. 10)
• I want to wave with emotion | a tricolor without white or red. | I want to praise the exalted deputy, | who wants the immigrant humiliated and beaten. (from Inno Verdano, n. 10)
• It's none of my business if it doesn't add up, | if politics is sick and thieving, | I'm going down the street, but be careful, | only if you touch my team! (from Epocalypse, n. 11)
• I want the calendar of a naked and bent over actress, | John Cena's photo. | I want a trans in a bikini | in my rum and cocaine parties. (from Epocalypse, n. 11)
• I live in a Masonic family, | than in comparison the members of P2 of Gelli | they look like those of Catholic Action. (from The Auditels Family, n. 13)
• Setting a net will be humiliating | for Boris Becker not for us, | secrets like the mirror by Nanni Loy' ' | but famous like Leroy, | heroes like Brad Pitt in "Troy", | we fill the graves more than hindsight." (from The Auditels Family, n. 13)
• We have a plan with a cornerstone: | turn shopping recommendations into an order, | sinking quality programs | because the intelligent user knows himself | who doesn't like advertising. (from The Auditels Family, n. 13)
• They will vanish as per the command of the ubi maior | stuffing yourself with psychotropic drugs, trust 'this chemical doughs, | they give them to you doctors who go on vacation to the Tropics. (from I'm too constipated, 18)
• You and I will fly together in flesh and blood', | but I will be the flesh and you will be the bones for the pit. (from I'm too constipated, n. 18)
• Nuntio Vobis Gaudium Magnum: Habemus Capa! (From Habemus Capa, n. 19)
• I sifting terms and I don't end if I go arm in arm, | but is it me or the one I'm pretending to be? (From Habemus Capa, n. 19)

Quotes on Habemus Capa:

• It is the record I am most fond of, because it took over a year of work and allowed me to continue on an even more personal path, identified by some as a new way to the singer-songwriter. (Caparezza, Mental sagas)
• Habemus Capa is my most political record, therefore a suicide. The whole concept of the album develops from the last sentence of the previous record: "Mom, how many records will they sell if I spend myself!" (Caparezza, Mental sagas)
• This song Template:NDR reveals the meaning of the whole album Habemus Capa. Caparezza is dead and through his corpse he observes his surroundings and pours it into verse. He will never speak in the following songs, but he will make someone else speak for him, possessing his body. (Caparezza, Mental sagas)

The dimensions of my chaos:

'Label: Virgins Records, 2008, produced by Carlo Ubaldo Rossi.

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Caparezza in Genoa in 2008

• God's name is Zappa Frank Vincent. (from La rivoluzione del Sessintutto, n. 1)
• The fricchettoni wanted to change the world, | those of my world want to watch porn | of reduced newsstands and expose more sterns | of the fleets in the port of Livorno . (from La rivoluzione del Sessintutto , n. 1)
• Schoolchildren, are forced so | that the Pierino of Vitali | is an aristocratic figure. (from La rivoluzione del Sessintutto, n. 1)
• There's a new sign at the sex shop: | 'You're going to pay dearly, you're going to pay for everything! (From La rivoluzione del Sessintutto, n. 1)
• The plague of modern man | is to spend the nights with eyes on the screen | to become adult with a click on 'Confermo. (from La rivoluzione del Sessintutto, n. 1)
• The idea of making a career doesn't touch it. | She doesn't suck coke at the Flora hotel. | In the parties of the Christian Democrats | if you have an illness you go down the plunge. | He does not go with the deputies, | he does not do the lolita, | he does not have the standard of living standards in life. | He invites me to challenging ties | like Tenco and Dalida, Radamés and Aida! (From Ulisse (You listen), n. 2)
• Brother do you know what a pocket is? | It is a tub in which it meers, | in which every sin is programmed more than Pascal. (from Don't put your hands in your pockets, n. 3)
• You are an unhealthy pocket bearer, | it suits you | confess | who with his hands in his pockets | you want to protest. (from Don't put your hands in your pockets, n. 3)
• We excommunicated in the name of God | a book by Dan Brown | on the Priory of Sion | giving the start | to an era of putting to death | from Crozza to Andrea Rivera, | passing through Harry Potter. (from Don't put your hands in your pockets, n. 3)
• There's jail | for those who carry pockets | because there is no control in the pockets! (from Don't put your hands in your pockets, n. 3)
• From that moment on, whoever carries a pocket | or is an artist | or a drug addict | or both like Basquiat. (from Don't put your hands in your pockets, n. 3)
• People who just need to be contrary like bastian | to give himself more airs than Bach Sebastian composed. (from Don't put your hands in your pockets, n. 3)
• This is why you were arrested, | you believe in the tale of the free pocket | in the free stratum. (from ' 'Don't put your hands in your pockets, n. 3)
• In nome Libertatis vincula edificamus. | In nome veritatis mendacia efferimus. (from Don't put your hands in your pockets, n. 3)
• The years of lead, | the massacres, the kidnappings... but no! | I'm not interested in topics like these. | Me from those times | I just want to remember | "The high school student in the repeating class".
• Ilaria from life wants more, | at least a friend of Tim-Tribù, | dumps crazy and stupid emu frogs. | She puts her tits on Badoo. (from Ilaria condizionata, n. 5)
• Where is the air? | Where is he now? | They saw her at the procession in the shirt of Che. | He was Yelling: | "No! At your mercy" | while swallowing Nestlé chocolate. (from Ilarian air conditioning, no. 5)
• With his hair straight at the live of the Misfits. | With the bullet-strick at the live of Fifty. (from Ilaria condizionata, n. 5)
• Great works that begin | but will never end. (from The Great Work, n. 6)
• More than the building hobby | I have the building lobby, | breaking the law like a bobby who serves you. | I take everything but people minimize | because I roll papers that are not called Rizla. (from The great work , n. 6)

Quotes about Exuvia:

• It's a journey inside my head. This is the most painful album of my career. It comes after seven albums and is the result of a feeling of anguish and amazement, the same one you feel when moving inside the interactive forest that we created. Entering a forest and not knowing where you are going is strange, it is possible to enjoy the most beautiful situations, but also the bad ones. I think that this journey, similar to a video game, can help the public understand the project: it's like when you order a wine at a restaurant, if someone explains it to you it immediately takes on more value. (Caparezza)
• EXUVIA, in short, is what remains of the body of some insects after having developed a formal change.
  A perfect cast, so precise in detail that it seems like a sculpture, a kind of transparent case that once housed the life and which now sits there, motionless, a simulacrum of a phase that has now been overcome.
  On the cover there is a symbol that represents the passage from a current condition (large circle) to a future one (small circle) through a series of spirals (symbol of death and rebirth in most cultures).
  My EXUVIA is therefore a personal rite of passage in 14 songs, the path of a fugitive who escapes from the imprisonment of times gone by to let himself be swallowed up by a forest in which to lose your tracks.<ref group="source">From a post on the official Instagram page, 31 March 2021.</ ref> (Caparezza)
• [...] I don't really care how Exuvia will be received. Really. However, it matters a lot to me that people perceive the commitment that went into doing it, the commitment that I put into it. Because if taste is subjective, and it is, other things are not. And I can tell you that I could talk to you for hours, really hours, about every single sentence contained in this record; I went back to the lyrics a thousand times before finding the definitive version. In short, I don't care if you like this album, but you have to recognize the commitment behind it. Yes, this is what I ask of you, I demand this a little. (Caparezza)

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• What a beautiful day (C.E.2011)

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