visti ieri sera a Lugano 
I never saw the white line ātil I was leavinā you behind
I never knew I needed you until I was caught up in a bind
I never spoke āI love youā 'til I cursed you in vain
I never felt my heart strings until I nearly went insane
I never saw the east coast until I moved to the west
I never saw the moonlight until it shone off of your breast
I never saw your heart until someone tried to steal it, tried to steal it away
I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face
I never saw the morninā 'til I stayed up all night
I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out your love light babe
I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody until I needed the song
All your cryin donāt do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
Iām just a passin thru
Come on up to the house
Thereās no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkmanās choir
You gotta come on up to the house
Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you canāt find no port
Come on up to the house
Thereās nothin in the world
[Chorus]
Thereās nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house
well youāre high on top
of your mountain of woe
come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you canāt let go
you gotta come on up to the house
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, donāt forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please donāt forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
āDrums made by samples----
La cover ĆØ nata da una collaborazione con altri due ragazzi, Lorenzo Carfagna (chitarra) e Giovanni Bianchini (basso), dovendo purtroppo rinunciare alla registrazione della parte di batteria (realizzata a campioni). Si tratta di The Handler, la sesta traccia dellā ultimo album rilasciato dai Muse il 9 giugno in Italia (Drones). Il brano ĆØ forse uno dei piĆ¹ coinvolgenti del disco e ci siamo veramente divertiti nel realizzarne la cover!
Applausi 
Sono solo gli assoli rifatti da sto ragazzo.
Io mi inchino alla sua bravuraā¦ e ho capito che non diventerĆ² mai un chitarrista come lui 
Si perĆ², mi suoni Mark Knopfler col plettroā¦
Si ho capitoā¦ma sapessi suonare cosƬ userei anche una mattonella altro che plettro 
