1. |
We're very tired
06:32
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We're not raving
only you've not the keys
We're very tired
(We loved our consciousness)
we're very, very tired,
(the will to kill ourselves)
our brains are vain,
(Can you tell if we were born)
we're played out, give us our breakfast!
Remember when
(Do you remember who we were)
surely we had some pain,
(Do you remember where we came from)
remember that
(Can you tell if we were born)
we knew well their holy, beautiful names.
(Can you tell)
Do you really understand
the word “inconsolable”,
we know we've never had such a clear
experience of
the meaning of a word
everyday we say to ourselves
“our life purpose is to
kill ourselves
at the age of thirty-five”
Our glasses are broken
(We loved our consciousness)
but now we can see better,
(The will to kill ourselves)
our eyes are dry,
(Can you tell if we were born)
we know they cannot close anymore.
Our skin's melted
(Do you remember who we were)
with insignificant clothes,
(Do you remember where we came from)
our arms are strong
(Can you tell if we were born)
and we don't know if our hurt wing can work.
(Can you tell)
They taught us that our lives would
gradually lose meaning and value
till our mind
became empty and now we're ghosts.
We've been trying to find natural laws and
healthy bodies where we could
cherish our memories
and our spirits but
our better memories are
turned into horrible dreams
and the left-over bodies
are going to rest forever,
so we are forced to wander through
ghost lands, ghost just like we are
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2. |
Woefully Clear
04:44
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Like velvet and white the sheets where you dream
tender and warm the bed where you give
your hideous body rest with no fear
fog-less the life you live
Do not burn your perfect wooden passions
do not burn your rough skin
only to see your impure blaze
do not break your perfect, spurious, crystal passions
Scentless, small the room where you live,
you could swear for pleasure if it
was not so woefully clear,
unalterable all that you see
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3. |
Song for song
06:08
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Come on idiot words, try to tell “why”;
how can you be so confused!?
Come on idiot song, make disappear “why”!
They keep asking how can you be so
easy
from place to place it looks like
you have already seen that ugly face
Prayers follow one another
and you still have not learnt to
fly;
in your dreams you were light,
they were bright;
your food always has
the same taste, maybe
you've already been in this cage.
Come on idiot song, I hate you
every time you mean nothing; sometimes you
can get my insane, sacred care,
maybe sometimes
I want you to breathe
all your stupid vibes and so poison your lungs,
and die without saying nothing,
but you only make me feel light-headed.
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4. |
Sham shaper
04:21
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I am begging you, I wanna listen to
the story of that man who one day understood
nothing, he did not care about himself
I’m a god and I’ll shape my existence
I’ll write and erase all about my fate
Do you adore playing with your puppet' strings?
Immersed so long in the dream-sleep lake was I ever drowned?
glaciers will thaw, will flood all the lands
I'm a god and I’ll shape my existence
I’ll write and erase all about my fate
I am begging you, I don't wanna listen to
stories of men and gods wise or dull they may be!
And he was waiting unaware for his lullaby
Even our flimsy god cannot shape his existence
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5. |
Wooden heart
05:22
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When the sun seems a sort of fried egg,
a sweet breeze blows late in the afternoon,
I don’t worry about your human gloomy doom
and white ants eat no more my wooden heart
While breeze changes your mind, colour and scent
it seems you have the most limpid vision of the world,
it seems you've understood, it seems you have the peace,
the night soon will cool your stupid gloomy doom
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6. |
Constantly
06:35
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was trying to
find my
idyll, lost idyll
I was trying to find
and I could feel like a
common person
and I could feel like a
person
Somebody gave me the
illusion of having overcome
those weird creatures that have been
constantly revealing to me
stories about my wretched life,
covering me with hideous,
sweet-smelling, warm resins,
the outlandishness of that time,
they are still alive
Constantly revealing to me
stories about my wretched life,
they are still alive
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7. |
The meanings are turned
08:44
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My tongue has been eaten by freaks,
I might have lost the skill to speak,
every morning I wake up,
every morning I know I have the same face, I can't bear it.
The meanings are turned against themselves,
the songs are turned against themselves,
the meanings are turned against themselves,
everything seems to turn to the same,
inexorable colour,
I don't wish to be like
marble gods unyielding to
long cycles of time,
I don't wanna be
like your hideous, putrefied flesh,
I just want to
not be.
My heart keeps beating, I wonder why,
my eyes keep looking at what I can't look,
my hand is cold, my body too,
I used to think it would be not so hard, I was wrong.
The meanings are turned against themselves,
the songs are turned against themselves,
the meanings are turned against themselves,
every road seems to lead to the same,
blasted place, all bridges collapsed,
all ropes are unlaced and the grasses don't grow on
gardens, kids have given up playing and
eating their favourite sweets;
and all sacred books have burned
and all profane books have burned,
every paintings colours are dissolved,
actors have given up playing and we have
given up acting our roles.
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A giant echo Italy
A giant echo is based in Italy
Genres:
alternative
alternative folk
alternative rock
post rock
instrumental
avant folk
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