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Moontrip
08:19
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Finally around the moon, all my insanity no longer speaks
Floating thoughts out of the porthole, stray dots draw infinity
Now I see all of you very far and blue
Heavy cares I leave today, with chubby clothes and rounded head
Clutching my navel cord I cross the threshold of emptiness
Far from you, far from me, in a cold glue
Free from walls, from soils, from roofs,
shadowless loosing compass
I feel the glow!
I cannot resist, it's here behind me
I turn my head to see the sunlight
Happiness many miles away!
I slowly turn around, an eon has passed
The steady pain has gone, my eyes still see the glare
Now I hear all of you soo fool
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Tiergarten
07:26
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MIRAGES IN FRONT OF THE WALL
BLONDIE, THAT NIGHT YOU WERE AT THE ZOO TOO
YOU HAD TO PEEL OFF THE WALLPAPER
AND STRAIGHTEN IT UP,
BUT MY HEAD WAS CHANGING COLOUR
UNDER THE SCREAMING OF THE SLEEPY MONKEYS
THE FIRST WIG WAS YELLOW
LIKE A PLAIT HANGING BY THE SUN OF THE DAY BEFORE.
IN THE CAGE, YOU ALSO SAW THEM, THERE WERE THE FROGS, SQUELCHY SENTINELS OF A PARALLEL DOMAIN.
BLONDIE, IT'S ALWAYS TIME TO LOOK INSIDE
THE TROUSERS.
THE SECOND WIG WAS GREEN,
LIKE THE CUTS IN THE NEW JACKET.
IN THE CAGE THERE WERE THE PARROTS
AND A PARACHUTE.
PARACHUTE: FOR WANDERING FOSSILS.
BLONDIE, YOU ALWAYS HAVE BEEN JUMPING IN THE PUDDLES WITH SOMEONE ELSE SHOES.
You sat down to close your coat
and you seemed to have your feet in the fire
THE THIRD WIG WAS BLUE,
LIKE THE ECHO THAT FILLS THE SPACE.
IN THE CAGE THE SNAKES LACED UP:
THEY WEREN'T TIES,
BUY YOU REALLY BELIEVED.
BLONDIE, YOU WERE WAITING WITH THOSE PEARL TEETH BITING THAT BLACK
NAIL'S POLISH.
THE FOURTH WIG WAS RED,
LIKE THE GUARDIAN ONCE AGAIN LATE.
IN THE CAGE THERE WERE THE BEARS
WASHING EACH OTHER EARS.
BLONDIE, TIERGARTEN ALLEYS WERE DICE COVERED.
YOU PICKED UP TWO.
I FOLLOWED YOU WITHOUT MY HAIR,
LIKE A SMOKE CHAMELEON,
BUT YOU DIDN'T TURN.
I WANTED TO TELL YOU ABOUT A HOLE
ON YOUR LEFT SHOULDER.
YOU BLED WORDS, YOU HAVE RUN OUT OF THEM, YOU WERE LEAVING TRACKS,
THEY WOULD HAVE FOLLOWED YOU.
JUST IN TIME:
BLONDIE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR THE RIGHT CAGE...
YOU OPENED THE LAST ONE.
THE WALL FALLEN DOWN.
FISHES WERE EVERYWHERE.
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Enoch
07:12
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They were in all two hundred descending on the summit of Mount Hermon
They saw and lusted beautiful and comely daughters of men
They said “Come, let us choose us wives and beget us children”
They called it Mount Hermon because they all had sworn
“Let us swear an oath, and all bind ourselves by mutual imprecations
Not to abandon this plan but to do this thing.”
Each choose for himself one, and they defiled themselves with them
Taught them charms and enchantments, cutting roots and acquaint plants
And they became pregnant and they bare giants three thousand ells tall
And they began to sin against birds, beasts, reptiles and fish
Devoured one another’s flesh and drink the blood
Then the earth laid accusation against the lawless ones.
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Croup and Vandemar
08:01
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Raven's skulls as rings on the right hand,
always hungry and quiet; this is Vandemar.
Cobalt blue his eyes, short and chatterer; this is Croup.
Murder artists.
Find them in London Below, where your dreams come true,
even the worst one.
Here you can find any sort of freak: decadent noblesse
in a subway wagon, people that speaks with the rats
and get answered, even commanded!
Visit Croup & Vandemar in the old abandoned hospital;
sit on piles of infected syringes, broken glass
and expired medicines;
breath the acid smell that pollutes the brain
and shoot the breeze with them.
Always together, they complete each other
like a couple of deadly spouses.
Strength through unity, but it's a double-edged weapon
when it bonds necessarily to another.
They burned the city of Troy,
spread plague in the Flandre,
tortured to death an entire monastery.
Only the Hunter is stronger,
but she lies dead under the corpse of the Beast
that she tried to fight.
No hope if they are seeking,
no door can keep you safe from them.
Except One.
Raven's skulls as rings on the right hand,
always hungry and quiet; this is Vandemar.
Cobalt blue his eyes, short and chatterer; this is Croup.
Murder artists.
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TODAY IS THE LAST DAY,
I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT GOOD CONDUCT
RULES DON'T MEAN NOTHING
WHAT DOES MATTER IS TO DISSOLVE
THE CHAIN OF CAUSATION
IS TO BRAKE THE LINK OF CAUSE AND EFFECT
LEARN TO WANT WITHOUT DESIRE,
TRANSFORMATION IS IN THE NATURAL ORDER OF
THINGS
DON'T WAIT, DON'T WAIT.
WE WAIT FOR A LIFE, TO LOVE AND TO DIE
I SAW NINE MAGPIES CROSSING THE STREET
WHILE A BLACK CAT WAS STEALING
A MEADOW OF FLOWERS
THE SUN WAS SO HIGH, SO HIGH!
ABDUCTED BY INVISIBLE DIZZINESS
EYES FOLLOW CONCENTRICITY
CONCENTRICITY OF AN ABSOLUTION
ABSOLUTION!
JAILER, BRING ME SOME FLOWERS
IT WILL BRING YOU FORTUNE
WILL BRING YOU FORTUNE
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6. |
Discount my time
08:37
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THERE'S A PLACE
WHERE YOUR MONEY WORTH FOR WHAT YOU
HEAR
A FEW WORDS: “HELLO, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE?”
THROUGH THE SHELVES
BEASTMEN WITH RED CHEEKS ARE SEARCHING
FOR A DIME
BETWEEN YOUR POCKET AND AN EMPTY CART
“EXCUSE ME, WHERE CAN I FIND THE CHEWING-
GUMS?”
“UNDER YOUR SHOE, LOOK, UNDER YOUR SHOE”
THEY WILL SELL YOU
FOREIGN LAND, GONNA FILL YOUR BAGS.
EMBEDDING THEIR FINGERS IN A CONVENIENT
ATTITUDE
IN THAT AISLE
CANDIED WOMEN WANT SOME FIRSTLING
WHICH HAS TRAVELLED, AND TRAVELLED, MORE
THAN YOU
“PLEASE, DO YOU HAVE A CURE FOR MY EXOTIC
DISEASE?”
“WELL, TAKE A LOOK IN THE SHAMANS
DEPARTMENT”
IT'S A WORLD FAIR
BUT THE STUFF IS NOT YOUR STUFF, MY FRIEND
IT'S A MATTER OF SHOPPING LIST AND YOURS IS
SHORT
MARKET PLACE
WHERE WITH A LITTLE EFFORT EVEN THE CATS
EAT
ON THIS SLOW DYING OF THE DAY
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Self Portrait Parma, Italy
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Born in Parma in 2010, we offer only
original music. Our musical genre is inspired by progressive rock, psychedelia and the electronic sounds of the 80s.
Marco Fulgoni: guitar and voice
Martino Pederzolli: bass
Giorgio Cimino: keyboards
Luigi Mazzieri: drums
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