Confessions - Warmen
If you have something to confess
Do it now give yourself some peace
Of course I knew God had arranged it all
That was obvious one one minute I was here
Frustrated boy in an obscure little town
The next I was here
But what did it matter
He adored my music
Everybody like me
I like myself
Until he came
My music it started without me
What was God up to
My heart was filling up
With such hatred for that little man
For the first time in my life
I began to know really violent thoughts
All I ever wanted
Was to sing to God
He gave me that longing
Then made me mute
Why
Tell me that
If he didn't want me
To appraise him with music
Why implant the desire
Like a lust in my body
And then deny me the talent
Naturally the Italians of course
Always the Italians
They are musical idiots
And you want them
To judge my music
Because you choose for your instrument
A boastful lustful smutty infantile boy
And give me for the reward only the ability
To recognise the incarnation
Because you are unjust
Unfair unkind
I will block you
I swear it
Maestro salieri
At last
Such an immense joy diletto straordinario
Grazie signore
