1. |
Dodecahedron
04:45
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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.
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2. |
Gates out of season
06:35
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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]
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3. |
Memory lying on two keys
03:45
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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
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4. |
That dark stair
04:52
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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
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5. |
Waiting for someone
06:24
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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
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6. |
Is a 42 provocation?
06:48
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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)
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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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