D I S C O G R A P H Y
 Chocolate Kings - RCA cover
LP - Numero Uno, ZSLN 55684 (Italy, 76)
LP - RCA/BMG, 104.7053 (Brasil, 76)
CD - RCA/BMG, ND 71781 (Italy, ??)
CD - RCA/BMG, V 130.007 (Brasil, 91)

 Chocolate Kings - Manticore cover
LP - Manticore, K 53508 (UK, 76)
LP - Manticore, MC 53508 (USA, 76)

Premiata Forneria Marconi:
Chocolate Kings

1. From Under [7:29]
    (Premoli/Mussida/Pagani/Graziani/Marrow)

2. Harlequin [7:48]
    (Mussida/Pagani)

3. Chocolate Kings [4:39]
    (Mussida/Pagani/Marrow)

4. Out on the Roundabout [7:53]
    (Mussida/Pagani)

5. Paper Charms [8:30]
    (Mussida/Pagani)

Musicians: Franz Di Cioccio - drums, percussion, vocals
Franco Mussida - guitars, vocals
Flavio Premoli - keyboards, vocals
Mauro Pagani - flute, violin
Patrick Zivas - bass
Bernardo Lanzetti - lead vocals
Other credits: Produced by P.F.M. and Claudio Fabi
Engeneered by Gaetano Ria
Recorded at Studio Ricordi, Milano, June/July 1975 Photography Fabio Simon
Design by Gianni Sassi and Ezio Colombo
Artwork by Mario Scardala
© 1975 BMG Ariola S.p.A.


L y r i c s

From Under

a lover collecting ladies
a poet connecting raindrops
a rock'n'roll star, a gambler's seven
a saint on a train to heaven

if you don't like your number
trying to get out from under
providence comes and offers sweetly
swallow the dream you like

some buy a dream crutch to survive
somebody says, "don't sell me lies" ...

so providence kindhearted lady
sent round all her salesmen
with toy revolutions and more ...

cadillac gurus
old jesus new circus
blind fifties revivals
the wind up pelvis band
keeps on playing
still someone's saying
"don't sell me lies"

so providence called her last friend
heroin the charming ocean
patient enough for every problem
silent enough to drown so many good friends

providence of illusion
providence whore of fat kings
leave them alone!

lady you'll never get them
lady you'll never win
they are miles from your zoo

even sad
even dying of sadness
they are the winners
beautiful winners
they are the land of your fall ...

Harlequin

harlequin came at night
bowing to the ghosts of freedom square
stretching a silver rope
jester of frozen minds

and everyone of us
junkees and ghosts of freedom square
spoke through his waving hands
wept on his brother face
wispered through painted lips
rusty phrases forgotten lines
thinking of arrows lost
shooting them past the pain

and everyone of us
losers and lost and underdogs
just scraps of our younger minds
we danced all around the square
jumped to his see-through horn
screaming shouting forgotten lines
shooting our rage again
like arrows far past the pain

and when the dogs fast arrived
baying across the town
we were there
all of us
a million harlequins

and the town
bloomed alive
like a beautiful night fair
and we were there
all of us
to be the rite of many ...

Chocolate Kings

when i was born they came to free us
to heal our battle wounds
with photographs of big fat mama
the chocolate kings arrived
to feed us full of good intentions
and fatten us with pride
stars and canybars!

shirly temple dipped her dimples
in favorite nurcery rhymes
big mamas love was pure and simple
and gentle dollar signs
sang out lullabies

so sorry
her superman is losing fans
and i am so sorry
so sorry
they've packed her bags
they've stacked her flags
and we are so sorry

her supermarket kingdom is falling
her war machines on sale
no one left to worship the heroes
her tv gods have failed
hope she takes a look in the mirror
while she is on her way home ...

her supermarket kingdom is falling
her war machines on sale
no one left to worship the heroes
her tv gods have failed
so sorry

her superman is losing fans
and i am so sorry
so sorry
they've packed her bags
they've stacked her flags
and we are so sorry

new you and i know big fat mama
she took us for a ride
but musclemen are out of business
the chocolate kings are dying
you don't wanna waste your life for chocolate heaven
you like to stay alive
like to stay alive!

Out on the Roundabout

1.
got a skin of sun
i'm breathing ceeophane
got a fadin' tan
to offer to the rain
who's the refere
when winter plays the ball?
runnin out of time
to celebrate the fall
        out of the roundabout
        out of the roundabout

got a cotton hat
to wear all year round
got a time disease
that keeps me upsidedown
and the willow trees
are spittin' out some green
i would give a look
but springtime looks a scream
        out of the roundabout
        out of the roundabout

new all the seasons run together
and the middle days are gone
wothout our weather repetitions
i can't shake my dice
can't skip a line no no no no no ...

2.
had my bicycle risin'
fast wheelin' and climbin'
the equinox hurdles
over gates of heat

even numbrs to bring out
and courses to follow
in search of the days
before i missed their beat

i ran into a black cat
good taste for all timing
his ivory shaker
couldn't pour out rain

i've been truckin' and trackin'
still missin' the rhythm
of changes that used to
make me feel all right ...

i met birds on a cable
a dark feathered station
time flown for migration
but they wouldn't fly

askin' cherries and peaches
to work on their accents
a natural compass
but they fooled me good

i've been joggin' and jugglin'
still missin' the rhythm
of changes that used to
make me feel all right ...

Paper Charmes

how many times, swan
we got cold
you uncorked your wine
how far we drove drunk
on a car of paper charms
light drawing sun cartoons
sunday fairs and red ballons

how far we seemed to fly
calling life a sugar spoon
pain was a bird to fight
sending feathered sticky kites
through the night

spring saw us leaving
thinking to slide down a moony river
but reaching just a cardboard sea
the promised wonderland

cross the drums
battle sounds
soon we lost
our paper wings

knew the thirst
knew the pain
learned to walk

to the man
trying to stand
we composed
our best songs

iron shoes
tramped on us
mad fanfare
of dirty tunes

then we knew
taste of dust
learned to fight

to the man
shaking fists
we composed
our last songs

new every morning
our poems will turn with care
like the sunflowers
cause we know the taste of time
how far we drove swan
from our fading paper town
far from your sticky moons
shiny kites and red ballons
your nowhere wonderland ...


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