Niki

Monsters rising up the hills in Capalbio
Ecco il giardino
Monsters rising up the hills in Capalbio
Ecco il giardino

The postman Celletti Ugo stops delivering the mail
Perbacco! un bicchierin' di vin santo
A psychedelic bomb in sweet Tuscany
Adesso Ugo lavora nel giardino dei Tarocchi

Death of the Oracle and snakes everywhere
Funny goddesses of fertility are there
Dazzling, deranged, transcendent and tawdry
Una creatura di Niki de Saint-Phalle e Jean Tinguely.

A sphinx of a sculpture where flowers bloom
Inside a breast, you'll find Niki's bedroom
A lavender heart on the nipple of the other
Big colorful Nanas provide cover
Niki made them so large, so every man would look like a tiny lover

A vicious mother and an abusive father drove Niki crazy
The aristocrat, wife, mother & fashion model fled to Art simply to become Niki
She & Jean always without a dime
Niki blowing up her identity
Only painting, loving and creating; that's her sole duty

The authorities are shocked and in a health clinic she goes
Si sogna d'acqua erotica & azzura
Like her canvasses' colors she flows
Niki piena di fantasia
She just wants to float out to sea on a rubber boat
With a large safety pin in her hand
Where do the razors, knives, and scissors land

Bars on the window to catch butterflies
Lascia la clinica and off to Montparnasse she flies
Working in a cluster of wooden shacks with tarpaper walls
Niki, femme fatale bewitches whoever she calls
Si beve spumante con quel dio Brancusi
And she picks up a gun and shoots at canvasses, so easy

With Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns she explodes everyone
E finita la monogamia, monotonia, l'arte e la proprietà
The villagers, artists from Argentina, Scotland, Holland and France
Il Giardino dei Tarocchi è l'Eden di creazione magica
And all the hippies and homosexuals, they were all in a trance

Adesso Capalbio era il centro del mondo
A hallucinatory dance
If making art was her salvation, it was also a form of self-flagellation
Non c'è più nessun' energia e la Nana deve andar via
Niki starts to fade, only a shadow remains, the lowest of flames
Nelle case del suo grande giardino
Le sue domande sono scritte sul muro

"Where shall we make love? In a bathtub
On top of the sun? Under the stars
In the jungle with lions and crocodiles
What do you like the most about me
My lips, my breasts, my funny nose
I would like to give you everything
My heart, my mouth, my money, my imagination

My time, my terrific cooking, my everything, a thousand-dollar bill
A clock, a plate of food
Remember your 300 $ phone call? What shall I do now that you've left me
Will I cry a million tears? Will I die
Will I take to drink? Take a trip
Will I consult a crystal ball on how to win you back
Will we stay friends"