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Cacophony
03:25
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A flickering candlelight
Her favorite lullaby
Turned into an awkward swish
Tinkling silver coins
Mismatch with night crickets, no clue
how it’s tugging to her mood
Clatter of unsheathed swords
All the battles in the world
Paralyzed in bed
A rumble in her head
A train is trying to wake her up
The clank of chattering teeth
In private hums her plea
For silence
Whose meaning she forgot
Sirens explained
and polystyrene scrape
The coveted thoughtless time
With a flat EEG line
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2. |
Self Crucify
03:15
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Old friends have said you’ve got to widen your views
It might well happen that you shipwreck, that ’s biography
So many claim they’ve been inspired by you
Don’t you realize that your imagined faults are bullshit
But you self-crucify
You self crucify
Scapegoat
Bow your head
To apologize
A red-haired beauty lies beneath you, still
With heavy hearts you’re begging us to build your crosses
And in a second of astonishment
I come to terms with my attraction for your sanctity
Together we’ll be whipped, my Lord
Flayed and lynched
Querulous’ last show
White flag waves
I am going to be your servant
I will come to heal your wounds
Hot teenage Veronica
I’ll dry your face
Ecstatic
We’ll self crucify
With crossed hands
Self-crucified
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3. |
I Found You Have Gone
06:02
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How it is like to be
Inhibiting furious rage
Mind fragments are unaware
of their reciprocal interplay
The world between us is time-space synchro
A silent tuning of broken souls
Heartbeat fasting, spiders biting
Piling bricks of passionate love
Shall we ever solve the equation
of the thinking/feeling ratio
That discards and disowns
The old Cartesian clowns
Mermaids weeping just as willows
Or frantic laughters, no left self-control
Not a matter of keeping balance
Disequi-Librium, that’s what we’re for
I found you have gone / I found you have gone
I found you have gone / I’m missing you
I found you have gone / I dream of your bones
I found you have gone / I fight the blue
You wear a black gown / I found you have gone
I found you have gone / Not in your shoes
I found you have gone / I found you have gone
And feeling alone / I’m searching you
I’m driving you, drone / I found you have gone
I found you have gone / The eternal loop
When life hits so hard / I found you have gone
I found you have gone / There’s nothing new
I found you have gone / I can’t find the words
I found you have gone / I’m hating you
I found you have gone / I found you have gone
And when you return / There’s no more use
I’ve looked up to the sky
A seagull just passed by
Cheating my vision
With a shiny trace of white
My consciousness ripping
Like a mean Fontana’s knife
And this vague petty suspicion
Is it just a flying lie?
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4. |
Shy Pink Dots
04:21
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They sway behind a winding bend
You’re smiling while you drive
These childish blossoms testify of
The melting snowman's sweet surrender
That seasonally accounts for what it’s done
You spot them even in the dark
Surprising cure for pain
Premature unforeseen heat
The overcoat lies on the back seat
Alongside with a spray of shy pink dots
Pink dots covering dew
Echoes from a jarring future
Disagreeing with Mother Nature
They resemble us pretending
And of sad misunderstandings
Wrongly placed words flowering
Like pink dots
Almond is a useless smell
When woe is all I feel
I’d rather throw out of this shell
What spring will never heal
The stubborn wind of cold despair
Still blowing through your sparkling hair
For sure I will regret what it’s done
What I’ve done to you
Shy pink dots
Talk of you
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White Noise
04:27
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I had to escape from all my traitors
I felt this urgent need to step down
I ‘m singing out in the elevator
Broke the roof and fly over town
I quit the mold of life
Please, don’t you wonder why
I’ll die
Just sitting here I can enjoy
Amazing odd hallucinations
Here in the sky I can indulge
In any sort of pleasure
I play table-tennis alone
I sweat in the freezing cold
I’m blind
I think of all you wet and stunned
Under the rain, in winter noise
My to-do list reformulated
Only leisure, only toys
The controversial days are gone
In this exile they’re just white noise
A hundred thousand miles away
I am happy though I miss your voice
This idleness is healthy
Transformational and wealthy
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6. |
Standard
04:16
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You could play me a classic standard
But not “Summertime”, please, I hate it
Sit on a couch and read me a fairy tale
Humongous dragons and tiny lethal fleas
Let me wag my tail
Just like a crafty and joyful fox
Let me laugh from the deep of my lungs
My lungs will collapse
My lungs will collapse
The night goes by on this rooftop terrace
Inside our kitchen it’s Village Vanguard
Your brutal kiss as the expected climax
From this nuisance of jazzy standards
Here we’re tackling the outbreak head-on
Our slight suntan is peeling off
An eczematous rash reflects
Failed blind dates
Outdoor noise anticipates the rain
A whispering voice mimics the wax-and-wane
Ancient volcanos, ash coats the landscape
Sunset prays, west is a red drape (due volte)
Judging from your moves’ appraisal
You are prone to wildly fornicate
and offer your sweaty breast
to my fingertips as your last
vane sacrifice
Life used to scramble us to adapt
Be responsible and reliable
Back in the day when we used to be filmgoers
When our behaviors were pretty standard
But now in the midst of turmoil
Instead of hiding like preys
Of human organs traficants
Consider wading out to sea
And never come back
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7. |
My Little Toad
04:36
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May I introduce you to my little toad
I gained his trust helping him cross the road
Since then we’ve been intimate partners
I touch his warts, he doesn’t disdain
Hey, don’t you dare question his innate grace
He may seem lumpy but has sensible ways
I spend hours caressing his gorges
And hours can be minutes in this wonderful trip
From time to time he rolls his eyes
sticky like glue, midge-shaped tattooed
Swallowing flies, hungry and nice
In charge of weird tasks like enlightening dusk
Stout, with brown creases, my amphibian appeases
should I feel upset, his scales would flash red
Philosophic response to the sounds in this pond
croaking aloud and hopping around
Here we are naked, sometimes mistaken
For frogs, unseen in a swamp of sin
OK, we use to exchange our slime
But is it really a condemnable crime?
Behaving so wise, smart as a spy
Impassible love, I wish he could talk
And if I'm annoyed, he protects me with paratoids
Acid secretion that became my obsession
Source of confusion, fuel for delusion
He colors my life, much more than a wife
Relieving world’s siege, noblesse oblige
Kissing his skin, I’ve found my queen
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8. |
The Monster's Ride
03:34
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Their deep sighs
Luring by the larches
Like they were
Invulnerable
When you will stare
Get your fair share
They won’t blame me
You deserve it
Wayward old guy
They’ll forbid my moans
Mumbling on my rights denied
I took my chance to give this ride
First I woke up
Then I broke it
And all what goes around Then I made it
it comes around No mistake’s been done
Jake and Gill went up the hill
Same torn jeans as Sue and Bill
Jake and Gill do not exist
Afterglow in a sick mist
Jake and Gill and Sue and Bill
Nothing more than clammy limbs
Now putrified
Hurry up, be on time
Come accept the monster’s ride
What’s the use of staying alive?
Sing along the monster’s rhyme
Finally you will find
What’s inside the monster’s mind
The monster’s mind
Straight away, turn right, dig the soil
They’re underground
Stay away, out of sight, move on
The monster hides
Blood flow, fervent vibes, no more
The monster lies
Water is lit by fire, upside down
The wood, the sky
Elusive gaze, I prepare, without a frown
Another round
Blond Sue or dusky Gill, toss a coin
Amusing time
Cut a slice of pinky flesh to enjoy
With cold steel knives
Don’t you know the reason why I sang this song
The monster’s aim
Was to proof all in all that you were wrong
The monster’s right
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The Dreg
05:36
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Did I really shiver
For a fifteen seconds phone call
The whole house is twisting
Like tinnitus in my earphones
Evoking flashbulb memories
Of a sad mess in a joy sauce
The script is so predictable
It ends up in a catastrophe
Guess what it really means
To reshape the past in sour cream
Repeating to myself a thousand times
It’s foolish to believe to a ghost
Who is merciless
Hidden conflicts
While false looks hover
Our tidy bedroom
A sleazy hovel
Snake skinned hugs
Cause dopamine bugs
Betraying, spilling blood
A maiden asks
Secure attachment
An adult lies
This damn full circle
Proceeding
The dreg is back
I’m bound to wreck
My guts are sinking down
Sick and tired
The dreg is there
A pancakes’ stack
And I will suffocate
With a smile
The most natural choice is ready made
I’ll keep desire in a safe
To forgive
There’s some spot in the ionosphere
Much better than my sullen fear
I’ll let it go
Bottom up the dreg is rising
Cold, appealing, mesmerizing
In the end its stench of rotten
Wants me to give a try
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10. |
Prison
03:35
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This cracked glass bowl
Is a prison, so unfair
An ashtray full
Of saliva and candy wrappers
Flashing in my head there’s a light
That refracts in yellow rays
With the thumb in my mouth
Soft self-soothing
Silly people around
Silly people squeaking all the time
They call aloud
But too much from a distance
Maybe even God doesn’t know
I’m severely hearing impaired
And when you move your mouth
I read your lips
You’re the missing piece of every cell-bar
My realistic world is highly virtual
Random firing of the the wrong synapses
In the daytime nightmares a gothic soul
Set a grandguignol scene
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11. |
Bordermines
06:44
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Until the judgment it won’t be long
And he’s composing his farewell song
An inner black hole is all he’s ever got
Spitting on mankind
Sensation seeker and naïve teen
Idiosyncratic to day routine
You can call her the rollercoaster girl
Running her final race
Sexy, utterly crazy
She’ll move her troops
Would she now try to invade his country?
Walking on zig zag lines
Bypassing bordermines
Struck by the blast for the umpteenth time
Like seeing the Stooges performing live
This poor beggar’s look investigates
Her melodrama
“Where is the battlefield?” then she asked
She hadn’t noticed his humble mask
And couldn’t figure out it was romance
Tender, poise of commander
Seeing her come
Would he try to preserve his boredom?
Unravelling sharp barbed wire
Settling his bordermines
They won’t detonate
‘Cos they know it’s insane
Relying on impulsive oscillations to escape
These overwhelming trenches
Further up the branches
They’re here composing a fancy song
Until the explosion it won’t be long
Although illogical they risk their life
Over and over on bordermines
Eager to change and fly off their route
Seeking sensations and ready to screw
He reads a poem, melodramatic style
She puts the Stooges on and wears a smile
Pull and spring, back and forth
This inconsistency is really worth
Polychrome couple, arms open-wide
It can be easily told they’re two of a kind
Where is the border, where is the line?
Upon the irrelevant they can thrive
Where is the border, where is the line?
They’ ll jump together on bordermines
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12. |
We Would Cry
04:40
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By the window, in this corner
There is nothing but your empty chair
Sapless daisies I won’t water
A new loss to bear
If my tongue knew how to withdraw
All my words of hate
I’d get rid of my fright
We could try
If my heart just stood the idea of a world to share
You could hug me tight
We would cry
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13. |
Summer
04:15
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We long for the summer
We long for the hot bright days
No homework, no teachers
It’s time for love and lemonades
Come here, you outsiders
Enjoy the warmth of our breath
Shirts off, und so weiter
I swear, it’s not bad, not bad at all
But all at once wisp of clouds are blurring our face
Oh shit, we’ve still a lot to say
My God, we’ve still a lot to taste
Shoelaces floating in the breeze
The gardens are on flames
No launch to save our hopes
To sail away
I used to be a good child
The wisdom of July
The poetry of a heatwave
And August’s gonna be our grave
Our marble grave
The playtime is over
No longer can we find the sun
Ring-ring-ring-a rosie
We all fall down, we all fall down
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Humpty Dumpty Messina, Italy
Fieramente arroccato su posizioni di intransigente autoproduzione e autodistribuzione, solenne spregiatore del compromesso assurto a modus operandi, ha all’attivo 22 dischi e parecchie collaborazioni.
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