1983

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Raccolta brani creati tra il 1983 ed il 2000, reinventati e suonati da Alfredo Paradisi nel 2016.

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released June 5, 2016

Marcello Paradisi, Marco Tartaglia, Mauro Di Mario, Marco Di Buono, Roberto Senesi, Chiara Paradisi, Alfredo Paradisi

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Child2vision Rome, Italy

Alfredo Paradisi, 1965. Critico, chitarrista, eccentrico. A very small, independent, mobile and intelligent unit.

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Track Name: Dodecahedron
A creepy creature inside my head
is waiting me at bed
She’s only a final boss instead
she’s screaming overhead
The only word I listen is you die, die, die

The creature wants my sanity
is jumping inside my head
She's bumping trumpets and glowing key
She's looking for a stead
The only word I listen is you are mine, mine, mine

An holy angel is looking down
he's trying his new white wings
His sword is not for laughing clown
a choir of true hot stings
The only word I listen is your pain, pain, pain

In a carved room outside my head
You're charming as champagne
I know the risk I have to paid
You are flood inside my veins
The only word I tell you is divine, divine, divine

Tell me something about you, tell me something of truth
Buried under your body, sexy curtains of love
Blades from your hands, from your feet, from your tits
over my throat

You’ve to tell me something of you, you’ve to tell me the tuth
I’m tired to be buried under your body, curtain of pain
You have too blades in your hands
and creepy creatures inside you.
Track Name: Gates out of season
All the cloud
color the sun
rumbling by the sea
flying on the dawn

Gates out of season
from thousands of hands
closes her figure
in hell

All your tricks in time
father of can
we close the loser well
there isn’t time
its track is fired
Our Lord is singing in rear

ALL IN PIECES
ALL IN PIECES
ALL IN PIECES ON THE GROUND
LIE
YET

Only fiches
we thows a liar
marching posers
in guilty teaser

All the time renewing duty
a passion beauty
from heaven

All your tricks in time
father of can
we close the loser well
there isn’t time
its track is fired
Our Lord is singing in rear

COLOR PIECES
COLOR PIECES
ALL IN PIECES ON THE GROUND
LIE

[all in pieces]
[all in pieces]
Track Name: Memory lying on two keys
Run run run
look at your back back back
Knife on your thoat throat throat
Ropes on your hands hands hands

We’re not soldiers soldiers soldiers soldiers (not yet)


Run run run
look at your head head head
Blood on your feet feet feet
Ratata my gun my gun gun

Out of my frontiers frontiers frontiers frontiers

Now we’are soldiers

Look at me, now I’m the best expression of this Italian american ucranian society
I’ve an iPhone, a desktop, a laptop, I work in an clean office in an IT agency with gnam gnam long legs beautiful secretary looking at me like Indians at Ghandy, yes, I got a Porsche not mine, sure
Now I only want to go home


Go interstellar, up the wellness, nobody princess, someone eat your shadow shadow shadow

please dad let me come back home
Track Name: That dark stair
It seems Eugene is trying to block me
again

It seems rough and hard life to live
again

Dreaming one of my favourite fear
again

No climbing walls, smoothing brain
again

all the dots connected in shadows
all that girls are route in flowers / flavours
that stair change my behaviour
in my manor
Track Name: Waiting for someone
In land never seen
she’s trying to walk stronger
the lights don’t find any hardness
from the coast of the green river
from the shadow of her shadows
from the water of the fountain
bringing back from the giant mountain
she comes she is coming to me
so late
i’ve been waiting
all the time unforgotten
she could be arrived

she could know the way
she could know the way
she could know my way

Taking back my way
feeling in my days
none in your times
tacking closer a sunshine
I’ll trying to find my secret manners
who can watch your eyes?
This words our words till lasting

Will I see you again?
You come you are coming to me
so late I’ve been waiting
all the time unforgotten
She could arrive

she could know the way
she could know the way
she could know the way
Track Name: Is a 42 provocation?
Is it a 42 provocation?
Is it maybe a 42 provocation?

Well, the same sound, as usual.

It’s definitely not a fucking 42 provocation.
Well done, we made the first song. Hear me, we are the future of the music.

Well, on radio they are listening to our album, someone is crying on a whisky bottle, someone else is praying to his god and, shit, it hurts. No, no, we’re here in this garage under the stairs, making the difference. We are young, we are powerful, we know.

Six six six, ah, mister Crowley, I don’t believe in you. Ah, mister Trump, I don’t believe in you. Yes, it’s not my problem, however I live in Rome.

No, this is not a 42 provocation, six six sex, yeah, it’s better, maybe the girl with the gun in the corner does not pretend my life, I’ve no money, no gold but my life. Take it, make with it what you want, but leave me alone. (laugh)