Nuclear tactical penguins – Feat empty bottles. Max Pezzali: text and meaning

Nuclear tactical penguins text and meaning of Empty bottlessingle out in a new version with Max Pezzali.

The band led by Riccardo Zanotti He prepares to return to the radio and on the platforms with a single that combines two generations of Italian pop music.

Empty bottlesthis is the title of the new passage out theApril 11thsees the extraordinary participation of Max Pezzali As anticipated by the videos published on social media in recent days.

Nuclear tactical penguins ft. Max Pezzali

The song was already part of the album tracklist Hello Worldbut the insertion of Max significantly changes its tone and atmosphere. In a perfect mix between nostalgia and contemporaneity, the unmistakable voice of the 883 It is intertwined with the storytelling of the penguins, for a result with a bittersweet flavor that speaks straight to the heart.

Empty bottles: meaning

In the song you can breathe that end of the evening air that only empty half bottles can tell. There is melancholy but also lightness, a sense of emptiness that becomes sharing. The words draw the photograph of relationships in the balance, evenings that flake in silence, promises not kept. A classic provincial story updated to the present, in which past and present merge without friction.

“I didn't want to be right, I just wanted to listen to me“It is one of the phrases that most affect in the text, in line with the poetics of Penguinsbut perfectly sewn on the writing of Pezzaliwhich shares with Riccardo Zanotti The ability to make even the simplest detail epic.

The meeting between the two worlds is not only musical, but also generational: the thirty -year -olds grown with the 883 And the youngest who embraced the narrative of the penguins find themselves in the same song, united by the need to recognize themselves and tell each other.

Nuclear tactical penguins – broken bottles – text

by Riccardo Zanotti, Marco Paganelli, Giorgio Pesenti

There is a buried story inside this sea
Like a syringe not to be trampled on
A summer that runs away and no longer returns
What were you born for? To know how to fly?
But when you dive you are spectacular
In this sky painted black anish kapoor

You read my letter, it was full of postili
I am a son of Troy, however, of Achille
Know my weaknesses, but you don't want
give them
To me that I have a thousand thousand thousand

I would like to take you to the sea at four in the morning
When everyone sleeps except the waves
Stay to look at the planes that go to New
York
They tied you to the world for ankles
But hide dreams in the bottles
Empty, what a heart, and you will find them

Life fades on the algid table
You return to children to ask for the foam
To smoke a straw as if it were one
Lucky Strike
(Eh no, eh no)
The ash does not mix with the sand
There are those who grow up for boredom, some because they do
change
After all, everyone has a story not to
never tell

You cried too many tears for this yours
imbecile
But I will try to put them back inside the pupils
You are like the sea: unique, I like the
shells
You know there are a thousand thousand thousand

I would like to take you to the sea at four in the morning
When everyone sleeps except the waves
Stay to look at the planes that go to New
York
They tied you to the world for ankles
But hide dreams in the bottles
Empty, what a heart, and you will find them

I will give you a new name in every language
I will be able to call you as a tourist
Even if I know you by heart
We children of the moon, we great expectations
We run away from the house, we naked in the courtyard
We love letters closed in a bottle
We unknown yesterday, but today already a family

I would like to take you to the sea at four in the morning
When everyone sleeps except the waves
Stay to look at the planes that go to New
York
They tied you to the world for ankles
But hide dreams in the bottles