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In this southern platform
Which has its days
I wake up and surrender
To an image of waves
And I ain't dead
At least not yet
But I'm not with you
Sunday morning
I love me without you
Lovin' you
Joan, my pain is true
True's part of the untrue
I live for the moment
In a seismical town
In my hic et nunc I
Dream you away
And how are you
Morning dew?
Did you evaporate?
Plague, Earthquake the Sack and the Bourbons
And Jesuits too, you know
As I walk on depowered new cement
And by wind an obscene bridge is bent
I think of you of you my love
Even of this I get sick of
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2. |
The patience of a saint
03:32
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Haven't seen you around dear lady
These last days I'm thinking of
What could have occurred to you baby
What's the cause of this oblivion
Because I sense it in your mind before than in your words
Knowing that in women silence is the cruellest among weapons
I learnt their world
And looking for exceptions
A different way
Of watering love
I must admit I hate you baby
I can't perform the part of the weak one
'cause in love I'm just the antonym
Of an accountant or a suede glove
So please rip all the letters that I wrote you
when I was in love
you know stupidity is a precious goddamn thing and something that you can't truly afford
consult a lawyer or a notary
when you shoot your next dove
which is flying above in sky
And if my feelings are still fainting
I will find another way
'cause I really can't find meaning
In the patience of a saint
'cause I am an atheist
And despise pain
Do what you do
I met you with your new boy baby
It's a kind of energumeno
Kinda different from the previous
The one you dressed with a black cassock
And I see you proudly wear a purple-brown eye
And I think I understand that morbid suffering smile
You didn't even greet me
How can it be?
So if your feelings are still cheating
you will find another way
there is still a silver lining
In the patience of a saint
And if your feelings are still breathing
then it means you're good enough
there is still a silver lining
In the torture of the soul
And you are so faithful
you know how
to face your pain
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3. |
Bobby Walser
02:49
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Hey Bob
Tons of blue
Like two beggars
with a feather
which run through
all their nights
to be right
till some Colosseum
but if weather
does look clement
makes no fear
You and I spin around
don't see any bound or knob
Can one be such good and gone
Can we stay 'till the day's done
Chased but never found
As nobody hears our sound
A cold grey
Yesterday
Did I ever
Tell you
We're no more than preys?
There ain't light
In the fight
Of others' pride
There ain't light
in the woods
Of someone's cold delights
So we spin around
To reach some ground
We're slobs
Can one be such warm and lost
Can some soul tell me where's a phone
To call my homeground
As the world here makes no sound
We measure yards
of best regards
Even in shards
Under guards' sight
And it's so coarse
and surely it
will get even worse
if we just give up walking
but now I feel a bit tired
I hope you don't mind
if I lay myself on the mound
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4. |
My lady of rats
02:49
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And when you hide your love
It just juts out from the carpet
It may become a problem
As your granny could stumble on it
What do you want from your love?
What do you want to be free of?
Your words won't say
What they obey
So c'mon
Be quiet in desperation's row
My lady of Darkness
Oh useless act
To smile to rats
As they run out
From your favourite carpet
Or bugs perhaps
Right from your hat
You brown sweet hair
Do you really want to smell so bad
That nobody could wish to get near?
No other way if you can't be clear to yourself
I got some advice for you
One) send a letter to your left leg and offer her
A ticket to your soul
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la LA LA
Oh guess you'd be in love again
see a cockroach without head
but you know it would smile
as you say hello to it
Oh there's a led deep in your head
And I wonder who just set
It in action as all I want is a gentle embrace
With grace
No other way if you can't be kind to yourself
A second advice for you
So put some sweet-smelling yellow flowers in your hair
And beware they are insectless
Ratless
Breathless
(and goodbye)
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In the graveyard
03:09
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Vera,
do you remember years ago
by chance that day we left the road
I turned the engine off
Headstones
Were scattered all around the ground
A sudden sense of being found
Mixed with a feel of loss
Willows wept
And a raven cawed
Mortuary shots
Coughed at us
Were we already dying?
Well I
Didn't know what took me
I began to touch your breast
You smiled
I thought that you would stop me
Until you put your tongue
On mine
Once again
In the graveyard
Before your gran long gone
In the graveyard
We'd been there both before
In the graveyard
Where we surely will be back again
It doesn't sound that bad
Vera
I wonder which side are you now
The coughing or the loving one
I'll know how to miss you
Willows smile
And the raven laughs
Mortuary shots
Cough at me
As I look for your name
So
Well I
Don't know what it takes me
I begin to feel excited
You smiled
I thought that you would stop me
Until you put your hands
On my
Living signal
In the graveyard
Where all the dead hold hands
In the graveyard
Once discomfort is crossed
In the graveyard
I need to be back there again
Hope we'll still be friends
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6. |
The Impossible
02:57
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Something better
Than these blankets
Something matters
Beyond fetters
Would please you show
What still I don't know
Where we went wrong
Who's the one I love
And what's the way
To show
See I run away
Just for one day
You disappear
So full of fear
Then you turn strong
And I'm so weak
That I'm wrong
And it's so strange to
See you run away
Just for one day
I disappear
So full of fear
Then I turn strong
And you're so weak
That you're wrong
Yes maybe we don't fit
we don't cope
We don't match
Don't succeed
But it seems
I love you more and more
There is no way
No other day
No hope to cling
No ring to tie
No sense to invoke
Nobody can accept at all
To understand that we
That we know
That we need
That we feel
That we love
Only the Impossible.
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7. |
Silver Surfer knows
05:51
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Choose a way today oh boy
A way not to be let growing
In this age of plenty you've
Got a right to be left drowning
Choose the hammer to be hit
Choose a toilet to be shit
Choose the drug that you'll be loving
Yes love is real
A bad title of a song
That's too bad too
and too easy to
Learn and sing
Nothing that you'd feel to do
Would be allowed to self-following
As the river's flowing through
All these affluents of tears falling
Choose a matter to be in
A profession to act in
A dark globe without humanity
Just the one you learnt
as if it was good
but never was
let me teach you now
history as a slaughterhouse
Can you really cope with this?
Can you love with cowardice?
When harm reaches you directly
Would you dare to claim someone's help
And I know you'll do
So my friend
Take a look at your hands
Tell use from misuse
Give a shine to your shoes
Don't pretend
To support or defend
This evil trend
You know it's a dead end
And oh, Silver Surfer knows
Choose a hero to believe
A messiah to save you
To appoint your helplessness
Is it really what
Is it really what you want?
And do you still want?
Can we want ourselves, after all?
Can you really cope with this?
Can you love with cowardice?
When harm reaches you directly
Would you dare to claim someone's help
And I know you'll do
So my friend
Take a look at your hands
Tell use from misuse
Give a shine to your shoes
Don't pretend
To support or defend
This evil trend
You know it's a dead end
And oh, Silver Surfer knows
(Galactus, you're right)
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8. |
Hippodrome
03:02
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Ego
It's bouncing on its tiptoes
Performing in a smooth cold trot
That you call virtue
Virgo
Your whip is silent and strong
I'm almost happy to act wrong
To be able to taste
And I like to hide
In my mind
The truth
What else could I do
To avoid that your interest for me
Turns blue?
If you want me neighing, jumping, laying, runaway
Whip me, scold me, drug me, pull on the reins
Be proud you're leaving deep signs on my brain
Please now I'd like to have a love-mark on my face too
'Cause no horse is more worthy of trust in this hippodrome
Hey Rose
What the hell do you know
about this lonely crazy horse
despising your rules?
Before
You even give a single lash
And cockiness all ends in trash
Be ready to clash
You know I'm unable
To cradle
The truth
I warn you you'd be a fool
To sweeten the pill
To soften the thrill
For good
If you want to fight give up the farce and
Know your mind
Neighing, jumping, laying, only for love-time
I've got some bruises but they got a proper time
And I have got some bruises but they have a proper source
Tonight
I'm gonna blow up your funereal hippodrome
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I know there are things I should do right now
Or at least I fear it from the day I was born
Walking on a sunny hazy day
It's warm the sun blinds
I feel careless but I'm way far from careless
anyway
I'm not saying that everything is nice
but everything shines
and everything really seems
to have no price
I know there are things I should do right now
Wait a minute Sam, I get shards from ground
Ok Sam, you're not the army,
Not your mummy
Just an appetizing wonderwoman
so what's wrong?
So why do you need to tell me now
what to think
what to say
what to do
and fucking how
I know there are things you should do right now
You don't know what to do with your being around
I am so annoyed at how you misuse your time
'cause I am here and fine and need no straight line
And so
Find another dupe
Or maybe a whole troupe
To dictate rules
And so
Forget the horrid song
Of those who say you're wrong
'cause you're alive
I know there are things you should do right now
You don't know what to do with your being around
I am so annoyed at how you misuse your time
'cause I am here and fine and need no straight line
And so
Find another dupe
Or maybe a whole troupe
To dictate rules
And so
Forget the horrid song
Of those who say you're wrong
'cause you're alive
My Thelma and Louise
Stop breaking my balls, please
My Rosa Luxembourg
Please do not disturb
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10. |
A virtual song
05:05
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Fish in a bowl
It's quite normal
In our home
Plant in a pot
I have got
On my desk
As I lay
On my chair
Exorcizing some despair
For there's no
Way to go
And listening songs
From other lost souls
Crying alone
'Cause they can't convince no one
Including themselves
To break free
And feeding my songs
With things I'll never do
Wouldn't it be better
To write a letter
If it's not this way
Can you imagine any other way
If it's not today
Can you imagine any other day?
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So, this is not Christmas
It's the day of your birthday
Which I'll never know
If I forgot
And you'll never know
If these wishes
Are true
And if I am still Neurotic
Or just maybe a bit Robotic
'cause now
it's my facebook
which takes care of you
Happy birthday to you
(I like it)
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Beautiful
05:38
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After all these years
It's become so clear
What you are to me
We've been finding words
We've been throwing swords
For a fear so deep
We're a chance
To be beautiful
(why do we call it fear)
a chance
To be beautiful
('cause I think it's love)
We don't need to fight
We don't need to hide
What is real indeed
We've been paying false debts
We've been missing steps
We've been losing strength
We're a chance
To be beautiful
(never mind the style)
A chance
To be beautiful
(please surrender)
A chance
To be beautiful
(it only takes to accept)
A chance
To be beautiful
(never mind their plans)
Say it to me!
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Humpty Dumpty Messina, Italy
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