"It's not love, if it's not colitis.”(Sara Bini)
“David Bowie quietly tells me, 'You know, I've had so much sex and drugs that I can't believe I'm still alive,' and I loudly tell him, 'You know, I've had SO LITTLE sex and drugs that I can't believe I'm still alive.” (Morrissey)
Italian version at the link: Amore Scientifico
This song, a bit provocative as my lyrics often are, is an ironic demolition of many clichés related to romantic love. First of all, sticky sentimentality: it tends to be unsupported by an examination of reality so we can't and don't want to see the other as he/she really is. Otherwise, sentimentality may be characterized by corny declarations of intent not accompanied by facts congruent to the declared affection. Another 'classic' is 'I am good/good and full of love: I always give without asking and without ever receiving anything in return' followed by the inevitable 'I feel used' to end up with ‘he/she ran off to the Caribbean with my best friend, the bastard'.
What is scientific love or the science of love? It is a work of art that starts from the completion and fulfillment of oneself before sticking like poison ivy to another poor human being . It is that feeling that starts from a certain fullness and radiance instead of from an escape from oneself to satisfy needs of various kinds (security, recognition, affection, care). ‘Scientific' therefore because it presupposes some intellectual honesty, a certain precision, a desire for experimentation and a capacity for self-discipline. It includes a healthy detachment, necessary to leave room for free expression and growth both to ourselves and to our partner. All of this is very difficult because he (or she) could also 'move away' from us and leave us with the only person we will unfortunately have to deal with until the end of our days - ourselves!
Below, you can find the videos, lyrics and the Italian translation:
I MAY SOUND A BIT INSENSITIVE, WELL IT'S ME, CANNOT BREATH
YOUR LOVE IS JUST SENTIMENTALITY, INCAPABILITY TO SEE
THAT YOU GIVE, THAT YOU GIVE, THEN YOU SHOW THE BILL
OF YOUR LOVE, I COULD KILL
AND AT THE END YOU ALWAYS FEEL SO USED, POOR SWEET THING, A VICTIM
GIVE ME BIT OF SCIENTIFIC LOVE,
CAN’T YOU GIVE ME A BIT OF SCIENTIFIC LOVE,
BUT I KNOW, YOU WON’T DO IT, WELL I KNOW, YOU CAN’T DO IT
SHOW ME A BIT OF SCIENTIFIC LOVE,
BRING ME A BIT OF SCIENTIFIC LOVE
BUT I KNOW, YOU WON’T DO IT, YES I KNOW, YOU CAN’T DO IT
BECAUSE YOU LOVE IS A GLUE JUST LIKE YOU —-(JUST LIKE YOU)
I’M LIVING HELL AND YOU SEE PARADISE, HOW CAN I EVEN TRY?
EXPANSION IS MY OTHER NAME FOR LOVE, IT’S SOMETHING FROM MY SOUL BUT YOU
YOU JUST KISS, YOU JUST MISS AND I ROLL MY FIST
FULL OF RAGE, THAT’S A CAGE
AND AT THE END I’M BETTER ALL ALONE, GOTTA STAY, ON MY OWN
Posso sembrare un po’ insensibile, be’ sono io, non riesco a respirare
Il tuo amore è solo sentimentalismo, incapacità di vedere
che tu dai, che tu dai e poi chiedi il conto del tuo amore,
E alla fine ti senti sempre così usato, poverino, una vittima
Dammi un po’ di amore scientifico
Non può darmi un po’ di amore scientifico?
Ma lo so, non lo farai, io lo so, non sai farlo
Mostrami un po’ di amore scientifico
portami un po’ di amore scientifico
Ma lo so, non lo farai, be’ lo so, non ci riesci
perché il tuo amore è una colla come te
Sto vivendo l’inferno e tu vedi il paradiso, come posso anche solo provare?
Espansione è il mio altro nome per amore, qualcosa dalla mia anima, ma tu
semplicemente mi baci, ti manco e io preparo il pugno, piena di rabbia
è una gabbia
e alla fine è meglio da sola, meglio restare per conto mio