la canzone che più mi ha segnato degli anni 80, tantissimi ricordi legati a lei.

Paul Mazzolini, in arte Gazebo, giunse a Roma nel 1975, all'età di 15 anni. Grazie all'attività del padre, diplomatico, fin dall'infanzia aveva girato tutto il mondo e già conosceva 5 lingue. Dalla madre cantante, presumibilmente, derivò invece il suo

A masquerade... You walk in the moonlight Don't like the shade You look like Nostradamus Although you're not as famous Your pace is fast and nervous You can't stop Chorus: Lunatic and aristocratic (There you go) Lunatic and your eyes are magic Lunatic and aristocratic (There you go) Lunatic and the strange is logic You take a chance Two fiches on red nine Let's have a dance Yes darling... next time You are no Casanova You're just a lonely number You're ill with sexomania You can't stop

what a wonderful day everything is ok not a problem in mind leaving worries behind except for that little doubt you have concerning your dress tonight so you take a bottle of french wine and then you say you don't live twice you cast the dice masterpiece you should have seen it that rainbow in the moonglow masterpiece you got to live it that new dawn tomorrow what an elegant place you walk with elephant grace all Sunset Boulevard has been waiting the star they all gather to celebrate happy birthday my honey dear what a joy to see your old mates in this Hollywood atmosphere with us at last chorus masterpiece you never act it but life is a movie masterpiece you got to try it we know you'd be moving you had the tango too much you say you''l keep in touch back home in your rolls royce you smile and think of the boys all of sudden your sight obscures and your memories drift the air and you finally feel secure you're another star up there a star up there

I lived my life on a razor blade Never found escape in my empty shade Till came one day when the c.i.a Said we need you bad down in leningrad I took my life of a legal alien A "bolivian dancer" that's what i was And I knew I found my aim Just telephone mama Just living on a poison pill Just telephone mama A robot dressed to kill Telephone mama That's all I kept in mind Just telephone mama The rest is left behind I met freulein in a french caf? Just a cigarette and "les jeux sont faits" Till came one night when she was in sight Through the bathroom door saw her seek for more I took my colt and I pointed at her eyes A sentimental cancer that's what it was And I knew I lost my prize Just telephone mama Just living on a poison pill Just telephone mama A robot dressed to kill Telephone mama That's all I kept in mind Just telephone mama The rest is left behind She looked at me god she was so sweet She knelt to my feet said she had to cheat Cause she lived her life on the sharpest knife And the k.g.b never let her breathe I took her hand we decided to go far The naivest "dancer" that's what I was And two men approached the car Just telephone mama Just living on a poison pill Just telephone mama A robot dressed to kill Telephone mama That's all I kept in mind Just telephone mama The rest is left behind