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Greed
03:55
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Music is in fashion
But fashion should be in it
Music is not well
Since it’s close to fashion
Music is the mobile
Music is the slave
Of damned producers and DJs
Believing to have the right
To split up the keys
The hungry musician does what he’s told
The famous musician cashes in with eyes closed
You’re such a monster killing my passions
I hate the way you ruined all…
Poolsides full of bitches
Baring all they can
You think this is the way
To prove you are still a man
Those billionaire thieves
Despoil the evergreens
While waiting to be seen
Driving their flashing wheels
The music dies if you don’t listen to it
And if the music dies it’s because nobody has anything left to say
The music dies if you don’t listen to it
And if the music dies the world will have to end
The music dies
Stay here, Stay to listen ladies and gentlemen
It is not the trend that decides
But only your heart.
The hungry musician does what he’s told
The famous musician cashes in with eyes closed
You’re such a monster killing my passions
You’re such a monster killing my passions
You’re such a monstaaaaaa!!!!
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2. |
Artillery
03:59
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Platinum world without a land
Make this fight in me come to end
I live abstracted by a thousand battles
Daydream of a thousand conquers
Synthetic world leave me alone
I am defeated by a silent world
In the mess and the deafening noise
Let my thoughts stop flowing
I’m really tired of searching
Kill my rationality
I’m really tired of missing it
Cease all these wars of mine
Seeing and hearing are just not for you
Words of fire burn from inside
Useless to breed a silent brain
Useless to breed a sleepin' brain
Don’t fancy scribbling, just want to die ....at times
Be quiet a while and keep listening
Be quiet a while and keep listening
Stand still, silence is better
Hear the clouds the talks of the wind
Try to behave and don’t bring the noise
Look beyond above the colour of the sea
But keep quiet don’t you forget
Let your watch do the talking
Let the sky be the judge
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Right bright wise
05:02
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Someone who’s telling
Old stories from hell
Down in the dark room
They often need to be spelled
Powder, sand to breathe
Soldier fight right fly
Silvery steel with me
Waiting night fight try
Sticky flesh on me
Stand up sad sight cry
Please listen to me
Remember right bright wise
Powder, sand to breathe
Soldier fight right fly
Silvery steel with me
Waiting night fight try
Accepting that bargain
Smashing your brain
Following the rules
Of those fancy molecules
Listen to me
Remember right bright wise
Powder to breathe when you are falling to death
Soldier be set fight right fly
Cold steel with me only sand I can see
Waiting for that night fight cry
Sticky red flesh under this tiny mesh
Right standing out sad sight cry
Listen believe
Please remember to live
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A beautiful place
04:28
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In the cloudy sky (the cloudy sky), she could look at the stars
Shining brightly in the heart of stone, she could find goodness
The silence was confusion, her way was just an illusion
A beautiful place
In the middle there was a wreck
Where is she standing?
Where is she standing?
In the sweetness (the sweetness), she could really escape from wickedness
In the confusion (confusion), she could control herself
In a dazzling smile, she could show an aimless life
A beautiful place
In the middle there was a wreck
Where is she standing?
Where is she standing?
Where is she standing?
Where is she standing?
The only army that saved her
The stone heart that armed her
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5. |
Rebellion
04:31
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I am in a state of rebellion
A rebellion act
I want to rebel against male authority
No one can soothe my rebellion act
I can’t stand seeing myself suffering so much
I can’t stand it
No one can rule my life
Anyone recognises extreme patience
I am in a state of rebellion
A rebellion act
I am in excess of rage
A terrifying spectacle
No one can soothe my rebellion act
I can’t stand seeing myself suffering so much
How many times I called called and no one answered
Is there anyone that satisfies my demands
The calm that precedes the storm is finished
As to this matters you can work it out
Anyone recognises my extreme patience
It’s better to take over
This means “command over oneself”
How many times I called called and no one answered
Is there anyone that satisfies my demands
The calm that precedes the storm is finished
It’s a matter of life and death
No one can soothe my rebellion act
No one can soothe my rebellion act
No one can soothe my rebellion
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Lame
04:09
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Sono stanco sì, di essere stanco eh,
e tutto quanto mi riporta
in un vicolo da bassifondi
in cui il buio e l’assenza
ti portano a fare pensieri grandi
Liberare la vita
pensando ad un nuovo volto
Modellare il mio viso
Sognando l’immagine del tuo sorriso
Cambia, per non gettare promesse al vento
Muovi le mani, per sapere cosa fare domani
Cambia (faccia), sperando che a qualcuno piaccia
Ma non mi importa che di te
E lo farò solamente per te
Attrezzi, per modellare
Speciali, per modificare
Ciò che c’è dentro di me
Svelare l’anima è l’unica via
Illuminato da consumati neon
Lampeggiando stanchi
Gettano riflessi nella mia stanza
Giallo e nero scandiscono il tempo
Quello che è mio e mio soltanto
Fumo, osservando i disegni nell’aria
Bevo, e i miei pensieri si colorano d’ambra
Fumo, sentendo il bruciore che avanza
Bevo, mentre tingo di rosso la stanza
Ora guardo il soffitto
e la luce mi sembra più buona
E mi piace parecchio… l’idea…
Che ora mi serva veramente uno specchio
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7. |
G. O. B.
03:55
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When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Thrown under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
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8. |
Transpolitix
04:26
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Red night dim light no one I can see
White boots a big root she’s waiting for me
I call for this new item that rings at my bell
No fright no regrets my life is getting well
Lined lights on lined cars
wait to pick up a star
The radio screams of gossips ‘n’ politics
what silly globe we live in
Government buildings are so depressing
Let me get out of here
I need something more exhilarating
Something going deeper and deep
Red lips short skirts you grant to the streets
Playing by mirror and lights thrilled by silky sheets
More I try ‘n’ more I like and be pleased about too
Out of the format I’m accustomed to
Lined lanes of lined towns
crammed by synthetic pleasers
Shots and flashes don’t make me afraid
this opportunity I will not loose
I’m the cream of the crop I’m a leader
I can’t resist this obsession
Without this I screw up and yell
Do you think I took the wrong direction?
I guess we’ll meet down in hell
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9. |
Beyond the city
04:24
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Listen to the emptiness
In a blister of voices
Make your way through the crowd
Observing their choices
You fear to be a part of it
Your thoughts travel beyond the city
Faraway places where to escape
Or only walls to surpass?
The suffocated cries
Of those who continue to hope
That they are no longer barricaded
and start to search
for something more
than the cold surface of this world
Tears of anger
Of a crowd used to
Hiding under the sand
Using golden powder or blocks of concrete
Help to deny their inner torment.
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10. |
Artillery (remix)
03:51
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Platinum world without a land
Make this fight in me come to end
I live abstracted by a thousand battles
Daydream of a thousand conquers
Synthetic world leave me alone
I am defeated by a silent world
In the mess and the deafening noise
Let my thoughts stop flowing
I’m really tired of searching
Kill my rationality
I’m really tired of missing it
Cease all these wars of mine
Seeing and hearing are just not for you
Words of fire burn from inside
Useless to breed a silent brain
Useless to breed a sleepin' brain
Don’t fancy scribbling, just want to die ....at times
Be quiet a while and keep listening
Be quiet a while and keep listening
Stand still, silence is better
Hear the clouds the talks of the wind
Try to behave and don’t bring the noise
Look beyond above the colour of the sea
But keep quiet don’t you forget
Let your watch do the talking
Let the sky be the judge
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structure Milan, Italy
I am a musician and a life scientist. I compose and produce music since the first eighties.
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