Boccaccio Boccaccino (c. 1467 – c. 1525) was a painter of the early Italian Renaissance, belonging to the Emilian school. He is profiled in Vasari's Le Vite delle più eccellenti pittori, scultori, ed architettori (or, in English, Lives of the Most Excellent Painters, Sculptors, and Architects).
He was born in Ferrara and studied there, probably under Domenico Panetti. Few facts of his life are known. His principal artistic activity was in Venice, Ferrara, and especially in Cremona, where he founded a school in which Garofalo was a pupil.
His most celebrated achievement is the frescoes in the Cathedral of Cremona (1506–1519) representing the Birth of the Virgin and some subjects from her life. His position there was taken over by Altobello Melone. His remaining works, which include the Marriage of Saint Catherine (Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice), the Virgin and Child with Four Saints (Venice, San Giuliano), the Virgin and Two Saints (Cremona, San Quirilo), and the Holy Family (Paris, Louvre), are considered by Lanzi remarkable for richness of drapery, variety of color, spirit and grace of attitude, and harmony of landscape. Several works formerly attributed to Pietro Perugino, Pinturicchio, and Garofalo are now ascribed to Boccaccino.
The rhythm of your voice -- it cuts me through
No secrets in what I reveal to you
A smile for my face, but a knife for my back
You're Mr.Transparent, true friends you lack
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Too late to grieve, backshine
You climb your ladder all by yourself
Away from work there ain't no-one else
In the office you drift on by
So called-friends avoid your eye
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Too late to grieve, backshine
A brown stained tongue makes your breath foul
The centre of hate when you're not around
Continue to stab the back of the world
You won't be heard it's time to learn
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You won't deceive, backshine
Too late to grieve, backshine
No time for greed backshine
It's time to leave, backshine
You won't deceive, backshine
Too late to grieve, backshine