What It Means to Love - Giovanni Ceccarelli, Luca Falomi & Michela Lombardi

He was running down the street When they shot him in his tracks About the only thing agreed upon 'Cause he ain't coming back There won't be any trial So the air it won't be cleared There's just two sides calling names Out of anger out of fear And if you say it wasn't racial When they shot him in his tracks Well, I guess that means that you ain't black It means that you ain't black I mean Barack Obama won And you can choose where to eat But you don't see too many white kids Lying bleeding on the street In some town in Missouri But it could be anywhere It could be right here on Ruth Street In fact, it's happened here And it happened where you're sitting Wherever that might be And it happened last weekend And it will happen again next week And when they turned him over They were surprised there was no gun I mean, he must have done something Or else why would he have run? And they'll spin it for the anchors On the television screen So we can shrug and let it happen Without asking what it means What it means What it means Then I guess there was protesting And some looting in some stores And someone was reminded that They ain't called colored folks no more I mean we try to be politically Correct when we call names But what's the point of post-racial When old prejudice remains? And that guy who killed that kid Down in Florida standing ground Is free to beat up on his girlfriend And wave his brand-new gun around While some kid is dead and buried And laying in the ground With a pocket full of skittles What it means What it means Astrophysics at our fingertips And we're standing at the summit And some man with a joystick Lands a rocket on a comet We're living in an age Where limitations are forgotten The outer edges move and dazzle us But the core is something rotten And we're standing on the precipice Of prejudice and fear We trust science just as long As it tells us what we want to hear We want our truths all fair and balanced As long as our notions lie within it There's no sunlight in our asses And our heads are stuck up in it And our heroes may be rapists Who watch us while we dream But don't look to me for answers 'Cause we don't know what it means What it means? What it means?

Do you know what it means To miss New Orleans And miss it each night and day? I know I'm not wrong The feeling's getting stronger The longer I stay away Miss the moist-covered vines The tall sugar pines Where mockingbirds used to sing And I'd like to see the lazy Mississippi A hurrying to spring The Mardi Gras memories Of Creole tunes that filled the air I dream of oleanders in June And soon, I'm wishing that I was there Do you know what it means To miss New Orleans When that's where you left your heart? And there's something more I miss the one I care for More than I miss New Orleans