Mica Van Gogh - Not at All, Van Gogh

Prima di dare del pazzo a Van Gogh sappi che lui è terrazzo tu ground floor Prima di dire che era fuori di senno, fammi un disegno con fogli di carta e crayon Van Gogh, mica quel tizio là, ma uno che alla tua età libri di Emile Zola Shakespeare nelle corde Dickens nelle corde Tu, leggi manuali di DVD Recorder Lui, trecento lettere, letteratura fine Tu, centosessanta caratteri, due faccine, fine Lui, London, Paris, Anvers Tu, megastore, iper, multiplex Lui, distante ma sa tutto del fratello Teo Tu, convivi e non sai nulla del fratello Tuo Lui, a piedi per i campi, lo stimola Tu, rinchiuso con i crampi sul Tapis Roulant Beh, da una prima stima mio caro ragazzo Dovresti convenire che Tu sei pazzo Mica Van Gogh Mica Van Gogh Mica Van Gogh x3 Tu sei pazzo, Mica Van Gogh Tu sei pazzo, Mica Van Gogh Van Gogh A sedici anni girò tra collezioni d’arte Tu a sedici anni Yu-gi-oh, collezioni carte A vent’anni nel salon del Louvre E tu nell’autosalon del SUV, rimani in mutande Lui olio su tela, e creò dipinti Tu olio su muscoli, e gare di body building Lui paesane, modelle, prostitute Tu passi le notti nel letto con il computer Lui ha talento lo sai Tu è un po’ che non l’hai Lui scommette su di sè Tu poker online Lui esaltato per aver incontrato Gauguin Tu esaltato per aver pippato cocaine Lui assenzio e poesia Tu senza poesia Lui ha fede Tu ti senti il messia Van Gogh, una lama e si taglia l’orecchio Io ti sento parlare, sto per fare lo stesso Ho il rasoio tra le dita ma non ti ammazzo Avrò pietà di te perché Tu sei pazzo Mica Van Gogh Mica Van Gogh Mica Van Gogh x3 Tu sei pazzo, Mica Van Gogh Tu sei pazzo, Mica Van Gogh Spacchi tutto quando fan gol Fai la coda per lo smartphone Tu sei pazzo, mica Van Gogh Tu sei pazzo, mica Van Gogh OK, Van Gogh mangiava tubi di colore ed altre cose assurde Probabilmente meno tossiche del tuo cheeseburger Allucinazioni che alterano la vista Tu ti fai di funghi ad Amsterdam Ma ciò non fa di te un artista Tu in fissa con i cellulari Lui coi girasoli Girare con te è un po’ come quando si gira soli Colpo di mano cambia il vento come a rubamazzo C’è una novità, ragazzo Tu non sei più sano Tu sei pazzo Mica Van Gogh Mica Van Gogh Mica Van Gogh x3 Tu sei pazzo, Mica Van Gogh Tu sei pazzo, Mica Van Gogh Mica Van Gogh © 2014 Caparezza "Mica Van Gogh" was inspired by a trip to Amsterdam, where Caparezza became enthralled with the paintings and writings of Van Gogh. From this came the idea of doing an entire album of songs based on works of art.

Before calling Van Gogh crazy, know that he’s terrace, you’re ground floor. Before saying he was out of his mind, draw me a picture with sheets of paper and crayons. Van Gogh, not just any old guy, but someone who at your age, books by Emile Zola, Shakespeare in his veins, Dickens in his veins; you, you read DVD recorder manuals. He, three hundred letters, fine writing; you, a hundred sixty characters, two emoji, the end. He, London, Paris, Anvers; you, megastore, Iper markets, multiplex. He, far away but knows everything about his brother Theo; you, you live with and know nothing about your brother. He, walking in the fields, it inspires him; you, shut in with cramps on the treadmill. Well, from an initial estimate, my dear lad, you must agree that you are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh, not Van Gogh, not at all, Van Gogh x3 You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh. You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh, Van Gogh. At sixteen years old, he toured art collections; you at sixteen, Yu-gi-oh, you collect trading cards. At twenty years old, in the Salon of the Louvre; and you in the SUV showroom, you're in underwear. He, oil on canvas and created paintings; you, oil on muscles, and bodybuilding competitions. He, peasants, models, prostitutes; you spend the night in bed with the computer. He’s talented, you know; you, it’s been a while since you had it. He bets on himself; you, online poker. He, feeling high from having met Gauguin; you, feeling high from having snorted cocaine. He, absinthe and poetry; you, absence of poetry. He has faith, you feel you’re the Messiah. Van Gogh, a blade and he cuts his ear off; I hear you talk, I’m about to do the same. I’ve got the razor between my fingers but I won’t kill you, I’ll have mercy on you because you are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh, not Van Gogh, not at all, Van Gogh. You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh. You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh. . . . you smash everything when they score a goal, you get in line for a smartphone . . . You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh. You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh. OK, Van Gogh ate tubes of paint and other weird stuff probably less toxic than your cheeseburger. Hallucinations that alter the vision, you do mushrooms in Amsterdam but that doesn’t make you an artist. You, obsessed with your cell phone; he, obsessed with sunflowers. Going around with you is a bit like going around alone, sleight of hand shifts the wind like in “Go Fish.” There’s news, kid, you’re no longer sane. You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh, not at all, Van Gogh … etc. You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh. You are crazy; not at all, Van Gogh. English translation © 2021 Dennis Criteser Museica (a cross between museum and music) is Caparezza's sixth album. Each song on the album is inspired by an artist or work of art.