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We are Lonely and Glowing in the Night

by Humpty Dumpty

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1.
On the Prowl 03:44
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
2.
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)
3.
Faults 04:38
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
4.
Oh Rebecca 03:48
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
5.
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
6.
Sleepless 03:42
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
7.
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
8.
On Vacation? 04:17
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
9.
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
10.
The Alluvium 05:47
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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All Words (Except "On the Prowl"): Gianluca Ficca
All Basses: Giovanni Mastrangelo

Front cover: Giovanni Maria Cantelmi KTM

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released June 23, 2022

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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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