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    Arboreal Sharks: A Collection of Songs and Poems
    Arboreal Sharks: A Collection of Songs and Poems
    Arboreal Sharks: A Collection of Songs and Poems
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    Arboreal Sharks: A Collection of Songs and Poems

    By Marco Delrio

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    I started writing songs when I was 16, when my parents gave me my first guitar; it was a cheap classical guitar, with strings that felt like barbed wire and a sound that reminded you of those early polyphonic ringtones. I learned about three chords and started jotting down lyrics in English, even though I was terrible at it, but I didn't want to write in Italian, it sounded so cheesy and “pop”. I think I wrote about a thousand songs but most of them were garbage, grammatically awful or non-sense. I've always collected them, though, knowing that maybe, one day, I would be able to come back and “polish them up”, give them a meaning. And I did that, in this book – although some of them still remain terrible.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMarco Delrio
    Release dateOct 12, 2018
    ISBN9788829525393
    Arboreal Sharks: A Collection of Songs and Poems

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      Arboreal Sharks - Marco Delrio

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      Arboreal Sharks

      A Collection of Songs and Poems

      Marco Delrio

      2018

      Introduction

      I started writing songs when I was 16, when my parents gave me my first guitar; it was a cheap classical guitar, with strings that felt like barbed wire and a sound that reminded you of those early polyphonic ringtones. I learned about three chords and started jotting down lyrics in English, even though I was terrible at it, but I didn't want to write in Italian, it sounded so cheesy and pop. I think I wrote about a thousand songs but most of them were garbage, grammatically awful or non-sense. I've always collected them, though, knowing that maybe, one day, I would be able to come back and polish them up, give them a meaning. And I did that, in this book – although some of them still remain terrible!

      This book is a collection of all the best songs and poems I found in my archives; they're in chronological order so you might catch a glimpse of my improvements.

      I'll never be confident about my English language but I've decided to publish this collection anyway, so please forgive and forget any error you spot in the verses, and focus on the topics.

      If you want to get in touch with me to talk about these works, you can find my addresses at the end of this book.

      Enjoy.

      I want to thank all of the trees that provided the tons of paper I wasted scribbling shitty songs.

      I also want to thank my patient girlfriend, my favorite bassist and all of my English professors.

      Songs We Never Sing

      Before You Leave Forever

      Someone said the bad ones always win

      So why am I standing here alone

      To bathe with my radio plugged in,

      Singing one of your favorite songs?

      And all the words

      Are holding my body beneath the surface.

      You row back to shore

      And the sight of you waving drives me insane.

      Someone said the bad ones always win

      So why is everybody throwing stones?

      I'll sleep with my radio plugged in

      But you ruined all of my favorite songs

      And all the world

      Is crashing upon my squeaking shoulders.

      You row back to shore

      And leave me anchored,

      Dead and broken.

      Shoot this hourglass,

      I can't stand another second

      Watching you sneak out of my life

      And leave forever.

      Godspeed to all my letters,

      I hope you could read 'em all

      And don't reply, I'm too scared

      Of you saying no.

      And all of these poems

      Might reveal I'm in love.

      Honestly I'm shocked

      You're still gone.

      A Girl Named Phoenix

      She begins with frown,

      With a whisper,

      "I'm over it,

      Bring me back to light!

      I'm a leaf on the ground

      With no hope in my veins

      And I'm so sick of crying...

      I got stashed in a drawer

      Among all my dreams

      And mirrors told me lies.

      Hit the bottom and burned

      But the lesson got learned

      And now the ink

      On my skin

      Is a sign that I'm

      Back to life,

      I felt the roars of the thunders

      When falling downwards

      Though I survived;

      Almost everything passed

      As I laid in the ashes,

      Still, feeling every second

      Passing by

      On my withered soul

      And now these walls

      Start moving back.

      I'm a phoenix back to the world.

      Now this sun doesn't hurt

      On the signs of the plasters;

      Heaven's not so high, now.

      What if everyone's wrong?

      What if I am really happy?

      Would you just be kind

      Or forsake me again

      Where I blend with my shame

      And flush away my life?

      Hit the bottom and burned

      But my luck is on turn

      And I am...

      I am still here.

      Back to life,

      I felt the roars of the thunders

      When falling downwards

      Though I survived;

      Almost everything passed

      As I laid in the ashes,

      Still,

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