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35º Festivalbar 98: Compilation rossa
Disc 1
01. Io no
02. War Babies
03. Never Ever
04. Il giocatore di biliardo
05. Brimful of Asha (Norman Cook remix)
06. Colla
07. All I Have to Give (radio edit)
08. Cosa conta (radio edit)
09. High
10. Save Tonight
11. Sparami
12. If You Can't Say No (edit)
13. Mr. Want
14. No tengo dinero (C&J mix)
15. Mi piacerebbe sapere
16. I Get Lonely (Jason Nevins radio remix)
Disc 2
01. Mi fai stare bene
02. Stop (Morales remix)
03. Sonnet
04. Vacanze romane
05. You're Gorgeous
06. Walkin' on the Sun
07. All That I Need
08. I Am Happy
09. Life Is a Flower
10. Una rosa blu
11. My Oh My
12. Vento d'estate
13. Chiquita bom bom
14. Let Me Entertain You
15. History Repeating
16. Sogno
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song, but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know it went out, but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with-it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the Sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no god-like hocus-pocus
So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun