VITTORIA from Wonder Winds by Marmalakes

We were introduced in Riccardo’s apartment
You drew back curtains and framed full ashtrays
As he pleaded, you only fiddled
Heels on tile, a window reply, the silence of riddles

In blackface and jewelry at your neighbor’s upstairs
To hand beats of Kenya, you moved impaired
Shaken we were by your monkey moves
Drunk on distasteful, racist takes, on tribal grooves

Vittoria, Vittoria, Vittoria

Amused by poodle tip-paw prancing
Followed by flagless flag poles dancing
Parallels clanking drew you close
And you drew us, to of the racket, make the most

With Piero in the park, you came upon piano
Then you remarked: It must be some old timer
And as you passed the jukebox you placed
An open palm upon the entertainer’s face

Vittoria, Vittoria, Vittoria

She stranded us amongst half-finished buildings
With matchsticks and wood splints separately floating
In water that drained like an ice-melt cooler
The objects stayed, inanimate, and we finally knew her

The Fine faded for the credits
Come back to conduct us, you never did
We still had our instruments, but no music
And what good are they, without your skin

Without your skin, without your skin
Without your skin, without your skin

Vittoria, Vittoria, Vittoria

• Rock
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• indie rock
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