The Fourth Electrifying Live Show of XF2021 (FOLLOW LIVE LIVE WITH US) opens with the beloved and hated “carousel”, the chain exhibition of the nine competitors remaining in the race that saw the exit of VERSAILLES. Each competitor, with all their talent, has re-proposed one after the other the original songs already known to the public. The intense and exciting show led us straight to the painful notes of the first dry elimination of the evening, the televoting has decided that VERSAILLES must abandon the dream of reaching the final. His performance did not convince the audience from home and nothing could his judge and mentor, Hell Raton.
Mika had said that there would be some surprises and so it was, at least for the outgoing young competitor. The race continues with two competitors each for Emma with Le Endrigo and gIANMARIA, Hell Raton with Baltimora, Mika with Fellow and Nika Paris, Manuel Agnelli the only one so far to keep the original trio with Bengala Fire, Erio and Mutonia.
VERSAILLES says goodbye to the dream of reaching the final
The twenty-four year old Luca Briscese, aka VERSAILLES does not hide the emotion and the surprise in front of the verdict. His greetings and thanks are for everyone, “the judges, Ludo, the fans, all those who work behind the scenes, thank you all, guys, I love you”.
TRUMAN SHOW, the text
Hey, Versailles
I trace my subtle pain
At night my brain speaks but writes
If every man is the time he lives
I don’t even remember why I’m here
Always in a hurry on the trams, but what a nuisance it gives me
People who know where they are going, I who go around empty autorun
You want a whole half of this hell mirage
But feel how cold it is here
No, it’s not my Truman show
You look at me from an iPhone
I died and you
Get me back tightening this noose around my neck
Millions on the screen, zero here on the bottom
I always run and the world passes in front of me
But look at a thousand faces around, you don’t know who you are in front of
Diamonds raining down on polaroid martyrs
I am made up of moments, now I want to isolate myself
Where is the umpteenth surprise, which has already fallen to me
I stick a finger in the socket
No, it’s not my Truman show
You look at me from an iPhone
I died and you
No, it’s not my Truman show
You look at me from an iPhone
I died and you
Get me back tightening this noose around my neck
Millions on the screen, zero here on the bottom
Millions on the screen, zero here on the bottom
Millions on the screen, zero here on the bottom
Source-tg24.sky.it