1. |
On the Prowl
03:44
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A binary impulse
that sweeps the coast
leads everyone in
to the trawl
to the trawl
We’re funny fakers
and tragic
employers of our own
active all day long
we’re neuroentrepreneurs
Self-emphasizing
some victimhood
So photogenic
and pretty ungrown
pretty ungrown
We’re funny fakers
and tragic
employers of our own
fumbling in our words
we’re neuroentrepreneurs
As lousy takers
we lack the world
We’re nasty sellers
of selves on loan
We’re funny fakers
and tragic
employers of our own
we depreciate all words
we’re neuroentrepreneurs
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2. |
Catastrophe Jukebox
03:34
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That music is dreadful
Here rumbling at bay
The record of dangers
Its list in display
Aroused are the senses
To grasp the next threaten
Any possible harm
Or the final alarm
Chilling sweat
Fights to death,
Sunlight X-rays
Some helpless plight
Love poisoned arrow,
Leukemic bone marrow
Hackered secret mails
Ridiculous sex fails
All of a sudden
I am thinking of youth
As we had the venture
To utter the unutterable
To forsake the unredeemable
By stabbing Cassandras
And discard in dismay
This squalid parade
Allegiancies
Miscarriages
Choking apneas
Mosquito fleas
Late daughters
Manslaughters
Cholesterol
The nuclear bomb
Floods and typhoons
Motorbike accidents
A whole bunch of woes
A fatal astral coincidence
These worries are toxic
They’re anguish by proxy
And being left alone
Is the worst of them all
Diving off huge rocks
My catastrophe jukebox
Heart quakes
Landmines
(Catastrophe jukebox)
Rabies
Famines
(Catastrophe jukebox)
Wives betraying
Put the coin in
(This catastrophe jukebox)
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3. |
Faults
04:38
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Look up to those broken gutters
Draining the sewage
That’s pouring on my head
It’s atonement from now on
It’s the forced oblivion of faults
Fix the panties on your thighs
Oh, the golden rain
That flows with its sweet taste
It’s baptism in a new form
It’s the profane method of purifying faults
Unknown my name, unknown my fate
You make me ride my guilt
The primal shame, the hideous date
From which you set me free
Let’s challenge all of our judges
to throw stones to the scandal we make
(split it even)
They’d salivate for your nudges
They’d redefine what is blame
(is it Eden?)
You know it’s been eternal time
Since my latest confession
But when your kiss becomes a crime
There is reconciliation
Stay here and be my dear mistress
May be betrayal be sheer?
(in practice)
We can overlook divine forgiveness
If the price is the distance from here
(from kindness)
You can touch my temporary shape
I swear to all the absent Gods
There’s no sign of a stain
Despite the fallen angels’ faults
Wax was shaped in clean moulds
So long the way, for countless days
I’ve been committing faults
You’ll make me ejaculate
And I will be absolved
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4. |
Oh Rebecca
03:48
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Get rid of the common notions
Of the intelligent assumptions
Oh, Rebecca
Here I state my view on clumsiness
On this different form of beauty
Would you hit hard moron harmonies
On that piano
And all the order you love to deconstruct
You’ve no guide for either left or right
Eternal child
Did they take you on a stage?
Can you smell this savory sage?
The earth’s so tender
You would just sit by my side
Talking ‘bout the chirping parrots
Greasy fingers shine while slowly knitting
I like you much more than Alice,
even if you’re less attractive,
Capturing the nature as a whole
You wear your sweaters inside out
As candid as a lily-white
Take me in your arms, I’ll let you dance
there is really nothing to enhance
Madly inspired until the music’s over
Poignant and ridiculous composer
Primitive retarded poet,
Fairly indifferent to Wechsler,
Neologisms inspiring awe and respect
Babbling stupid nursery rhymes
Laughing with your shabby roommates
Intuitions are born in the garbage
Let me enter your private den
I’d love to stare at you now and then
Oh, Rebecca
Childlike manners are concealing the deceit
just the other side of violence
Will you sing again for sorrow
Estrangement
Your invective finally brought to a muffled halt
To that point where you'll mistake the night
For oblivion
And all is now at the present tense
And everything in the world makes sense
Dear Rebecca
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5. |
The Connotations of God
05:12
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Now let’s get one thing straight
The lack of shape is something to beware
it’s impossible to interact
With a Mr. Everywhere
It would be rather scary
So, here some queries
Day One: rewind to the start
We could find out you were a cherry tart
Right from yourself you cut a slice
Creating so the mice
Besides that trick of Time
Then, at day two, new hypotheses
A brass slot machine?
A lame mannequin?
Fury, insane
Necessity and case
A natural embrace
Until I’m lost
For pantheists
For technofreaks
A bluish mist
A smart nanochip
(Solemn Cheater)
Now I want to test your Light
(Old Transformer)
If you can make me blind
Day three
Milk and honey
A swirling cashflow
Of paper money
Day four
A grasshopper
Shiny cufflinks
Forged in copper
You might be the intruder
In this fairy tale
You like to circumvent
And leap away
Mocking and sneering
The flourishing science
Cocky and funny
Like seduction prescribes
Day Five: a leash snatched on the ground
Are you a Dog, read the other way round?
I don’t really want to walk you
Forced by a metaphysical woof
Hey, do you know you look weird?
Take off that fake beard
On Day six, think of you as a sod
Assaulting angels in a parking lot
It turns out that the Master of Endless Love
Is a super-duper dwarf
Spilling semen on the turf
Detrimental, trance and dental
On the seventh day I
come to realize
Afterlife is a
feminine surprise
Could you distinguish
Stigmata from spotting?
Worshippers gather
In the name of the Mother
Boobs are divine!
In this Holy Cunt shrine
Nipples divine!
In this Holy Cunt shrine
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6. |
Sleepless
03:42
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Awake at night
We replay our life
Only words fall asleep
Here we’re left in fright
We are lonely and glowing in the night
Pierced by love
Zapped by shame
While memories fade away
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7. |
Well in this Well
03:06
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Concentric circles
of opportunities
I’d stretch out
my brave ambitious arms
But they go numb
Tingling with anxiety
Veins are snakes
That hand the Apple
And then a ghostly voice
Behind my sternum
Cowardly compell
Stay in your shell
Do not dare! Do not explore! Do not transgress!
Do not give in to the lure of excess
Icarus fell
He would have still maintained
his wings in good shape
If he’d stayed in his well
When all is spinning round and round
In this black deep hole in the ground
No action
No exciting smell
I’d rather put myself at ease
I let myself be embraced
By this amniotic peace
In order to eventually faint
I fool around
in the comfort zone
Astounded
I wonder
how it works
it's a vicious hard sedating dope
But why, why, why
magnetic fields still play
They call me “try, try, try”
Don’t waste your time in prayers
Poisoned words in a dismay cauldron
gossip slides down in the well
Suggesting me that when hope shines
I actually throw pearls to swines
So keep your cool
And read the rules
Wear lukewarm wool
Avoid sharp curves for the sake of rudeness
In this well, well, well,
Well, here I am honestly well
Well, well, well,
I feel consistent and well
And I goooooooo
It’s a go-go-go-go-go-go-goddamn shell
Goddamn shell
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8. |
On Vacation?
04:17
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A fence, an abduction, a splintering buffer zone
There’s a parallel road we can’t walk on
Sweeping all alone
I’d love to cast off, I’d rather invite you
To the unbearable beauty of this night
Opium night
On vacation time
A sharp gauge shows we’re running out of strength
Foresees gradual exhaustion
Burdens accumulate
Cowardice
Despite our solid shoulders makes us wretch
We’ve gone through misty mazes
We’ve felt perversely inflated
Phony wisdom
And aphorisms
Just as though we were stoned off our ass
Seemingly all are entitled to fumble
To go nuts and fly like a bumble bee
‘round the lights
Us like Jesus Christ?
To children’s stupidity we act as the saviors
Elderly parents’ demented behaviors
Feed
our vacation need
This silence, soft illusion
Parasympathetic leisure
Everybody around us
Independent
So no-one will no longer seek our help
Cold fears blow up my hard-ons
Warm tears flow on your jawbones
Me, decrepit Atlas
You report us
And finally the world will fall apart
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9. |
Sincerely False
05:39
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You wash your hands just ‘cos it’s smart
And wear your sneakers and a scarf
That make you look a fragile artist
You shoot your pictures only
when the perfect simmetry’s achieved
I’d pose as at a Hollywood party
And look away
But then at night you start to cry
You whisper “Everything will die”
I kiss your flowing tears, so bitter
Please, relax and take it easy
Now your heart is not that busy
Enjoy my tender touch on your skin
And moan aloud
Sincerely false
Behave as everybody
should be always worried of your moves
At the centre of the universe
Got to sell your soul
to buy a brand new set of constructs
But you might find out that they’re just refurbished
Second-hand
What about a call to action
To love all our imperfection?
We’re only cosmic dust desiring
Prejudices falling like the yellow leaves in autumn
We’re oriented by an ever-changing
shadow map
Sincerely false
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10. |
The Alluvium
05:47
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Wasteland, lousy arid land
A river flows but it’s a stream of sand
Wrapped brown skins
Melting in the hottest hour
Have to break their back for a helpless flower
Never get a wage
Never stand this cage
A pointed shotgun
Translucent sun,
to the bitter end
Countless clothes to mend
It’s a forgotten loan
The reason for my swoon
Another moneylender
In just another wasteland
All is a waste of time
A mountain range to climb
Up to the top and back
Push the Sisyphus’ rock
Over and over again
Oooh ooooh
Oooh ooooh
I won’t forgive you for these rusty coins
For all the concrete ‘round your ruins
Another wasted day
We’re back to Middle Age
We’re captive, we’re enraged
Another lonely day
As innocent inmates
We’re naked, we’re insane
It shouldn’t be a crime
To balance loss and gain
Back to the Middle Age
Another wasted day
We read an empty page
We speechlessly abdicate
Another wasted day
A lonely day
The alluvium is more than mud
It's a loaded rifle
When you feel sad
We’re leaving, we’re getting out
To savor all the sins of town
I’m sure that we shall rejoice
We’ll be much more
than a second choice
Your sister’s yelling
Why should we be ignored?
Your lover’s shouting
We’re gonna meet no more
The wall’s being raised
The whole world criticize
I dream of sea waves
But I don’t like their size
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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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