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Maxx Klaxon wears a tie and sunglasses like nobody’s business. Italian Ice fits that image perfectly—conspicuously cool, satisfyingly slick. Dark, sexy synthpop at its finest.
Written by Maxx Klaxon* - Arranged, performed, and produced by Maxx Klaxon - Additional vocals by Zoreta - *Contains an excerpt from "Winter: Allegro Non Molto" by Antonio Vivaldi
I dreamed up this pop confection (first released on the 2005 EP PARANOID STYLE) while living in the Italian section of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Inspirations: Italo-disco, Vivaldi, Soviet's "Candy Girl," the percussion sounds from Eurythmics' "Winter Wonderland," and my favorite frozendessert.
Some people like the kind
That comes from Scandinavia
Some people like imported flavors
From Japan
Some people like it natural, organic
Some people like it thin, skim, lite
But on my street I see my favorite sweet
It's got to be Italian ice
Italian ice
You go down easy
Italian ice
You keep your cool
Italian ice
Inside you freeze me
Italian ice
You're my cold paradise
I taste you on my lips
I lick you till my tongue goes numb
You don't stay with me
You're easy go, and easy come
You're a little bit bittersweet
But you take me away from the heat
And when I'm hot, you don't cost me a lot
You always make me feel complete
Italian ice
You go down easy
Italian ice
You keep your cool
Italian ice
You always please me
Italian ice
You're my cold paradise
I get chills down my spine
When I think about what you're made of
There's nothing much to you
Is that something to be afraid of?
You're loved by the fascists and the resistance
But you always vanish before my persistence
You come in all flavors, you grant no favors
You're a cold one, Italian ice
(Italian ice)
A sinful pleasure
(Italian ice)
But pure as the driven snow
(Italian ice)
You're my perfect little treasure
(Italian ice)
You're my cold paradise
All the boys and girls know that you're the best, I
Wanna take ride with you on my Vespa
Pale as the moon, a little taste of bliss
Wanna feel the way that you melt like a kiss
Into nothing...
Some people like the kind
That comes from Scandinavia
Some people like imported flavors
From Japan
Some people like it natural, organic
Some people like it thin, skim, lite
But on my street I see my favorite sweet
It's got to be Italian ice
Italian ice
You go down easy
Italian ice
You keep your cool
Italian ice
You always please me
Italian ice
You're my cold paradise
Italian ice
You go down easy
Italian ice
You keep your cool
Italian ice
Inside you freeze me
Italian ice
You're my cold paradise
