DIAGRAMS OF PAGAN LIFE
All you got to see, maybe also feel
You can find it getting lost freely in the night time
Like riding a horse, searching for a ghost
In a deep forest, as a mad man
And if you like to play your drama in the mooonlight
listen to the mysteries coming from the dark side
When the carpet starts to be
the grass that is on your way
move your eyes into the skies
and let your heavy head spin
Who paints the stars tonight? Who drew the wires too?
The wires that connect them all
as a wonderful, magical… let say true
Diagram of mystic, pagan life
I’m healing for the first time
and I can feel that something’s got the light
…and there’s a rule that you’re folowing
…there’s a rule that you’re following
…there’s a rule!
MY EERIE UNIVERSE
I know many people who say
That believing in something is just a thing for fools
and it’s true, any assurance is blind
If you never had questions I could think you’re obtuse
and I don’t know where to put myself
the only thing I can do…
…is trying to look at you, my eerie universe
your lights are pulling me in my ancient home
I want to live again, farther than satellites
beyond the milky way
And I know that’s a belief, but it’s full of lights in the gloom
There is no need to go to pray but
keep on researching to find out something new
thrill in the air, try to seek, but away from here
the puzzle that was made for you
It’s not easy to find a way to join any piece my friend
And I try to look to it, to my eerie universe
its lights are pulling me where i was gone
before falling down here, beyond the satellites
farther than galaxies that I’ve always travelled through
that I never took with me
Minds don’t choose the way to follow
other systems to discover
No more tears from here until the end
’cause it’s full of lights in the gloom
TO FORGET IS TO FORGIVE
Closed in a hole so pensive, lost in the doom so tried
feeding your mind with frightening news
that brings you to stay behind…
…behind the walls of heaven, building the wars of the night
feeding the fear of missing things that we always hide
I don’t remember the time that you came to me
leaving your fears behind
stealing the seeds of my madness, bringing to me the might
I’m here beside you and you are so lonely now
can you belong with me?
And you say “we cannot, we do not forget”
but forget is to just forgive
and you say “I cannot, I do not forget”
but forget is to just forgive
I’m burying my sins in the night time
I’m sipping the words of mine, sipping my story
sipping the boring fate of this grim land
So my hopes go beyond the darkness
and a notion of future too
We’re believing in something that is calling for us
to come back to the Planck time
to the Tauri
CONTEMPORARY BLANKNESS
Many theories are coming to overshadow my thought
and the choice is so wide that i can take the one I like the most
The real insights are missing…”I don’t need to research…”
“what has happened it’s just a waste of time…” and “I set it, you know….”
Why compare more ideas? Why are you digging a hole?
A deep tunnel that cannot see the light on this side of the earth
Contraddictions are borning like musks on the walls
and you should have to be afraid of the salesman
that is shouting more
“I learned so many things…”and “I’m ready to sail…”
in this ocean of common places, without oars, without trails
without the skills to discern, without historical roots
And if you trust everything you read what belongs to you?
Your blankness
Crazy sheep where do you want to go?
A lot of tender grass will bring you back to the flock
I know you’re tired of eating just the same, old things
this is the reason why I’ll change my way of doing
There will be so many straws to grab your will
Super tasty flour made with bone and meat
A new flock will be born and it will live in the ease
until the day it will become meat eater
and it will eat me
THE SAME OLD WAY
Can you really spend your life to live
a day like a 1000 more
like the first time, always
to repeat the same old way
And you can believe that where you live
is the best site of all
and the people that you meet, of course,
are the most sympathetic
But I don’t know, maybe I have something wrong
just here in my head that leads me to go
wherever I want, this night is here…alone
I don’t care what is the place to see
I will learn to feel the flow
and until I have energies
I will move without waiting
I would like, before the darkness,
to fill myself with madness
with smiles, kisses, red wine
and with music never played
But I don’t know, maybe I have something wrong
just here in my head that leads me to go
wherever I want, this night is here…alone
tomorrow it will be again…who knows
A DAILY LOSER
Waking up later than the people that i know
and like always I see no goals
Wandering out, trying to set up something good
but that finally I make it wrong
Taking few euros, everything that I can bet
there’s no changing, I’ll lose again
maybe is better to put all your money on me
just expecting to see me crawling
Yes, I wanted to pray, and I’m still holding on my knees
All my cries have come back to me
to pester my proven soul
I’m falling with my weight and there’s no one by my side
I’m close to going mad
A daily loser but professional like me
is forgetting how to pretend
What’s that I need everyday of my life
just a bunch of broken glasses
Sorry I’m complaining like a child who wants
to be pampered… and after all
isn’t it nice to be cynical and wise
but a fluffy man at the same time
And I’m falling with my weight, and I’m close to going mad
all my cries have come back to me to pester my proven soul
I’ve started to pray and I’m still holding on my knees
and there’s no one by my side to pester
…to pester my proven soul
A WORNOUT TOOL
Waiting for reasons, a miracle, a sizable piece of sun
who wanted this season so dark and cold
who stays here to feel alone
And there’s no time, that’s what I feel
but I know where I’m crawling, far away from here
I’m not so blind as to let it go
as to know that I’m feeling like a wornout tool
I am wondering why there is a storm in my head
making my life so full of hate
and I am asking more time to define the lines
of this terrible mercy
I may keep on doing the same old things
that’s a way to desecrate the rules
and who wants you busy, who wants you working
has to give you the sensation to be as you were loaned
as to know that I’m feeling like a wornout tool
And there’s no time, that’s what I feel
but I know where I’m crawling, far away from here
I’m not so blind as to let it go
as to know that I’m feeling like a wornout tool
I’m coming up with available options
that means I’m on my cider way
I am high, I’m trying to escape with the light of a lovely day
maybe I smoke too much and I want to make it true
My home is sick, my morning rises like the darkest noon If new days will come soon… will not be days of mine
STREAMS ON A PLAIN (Requiem for the Earth)
You had a gift, to be so kind and wild at the same time
Nobody like you wait me for so long
I was ordering myself to say “remember all the sunny days”
And I was mean, I was fool to lie to you
so many times to take you by my side…my world
I was ordering, telling you to say “…imagine all the sunny days…”
I should have gone away from you, away from us
and from dangerous games that never stopped you
but now I’m wondering before is too late
“will I still see a bright day?”
What are we today? Crying doors, streams on a plain
wandering ashes of burning flames… so what are we today?
What are we today? Everything that we had to lose
Every groans that we hid in the scars
and I’m sure there’s no other way…
remember all the sunny days
I should leave your smile, I should have to get over
But I’m still struggling, I feel like never before…
And I am sallowing all, I am swallowing all
This is not the last moment, no spleen, no remorse
I am swallowing all, I am swallowing all
This is not the last time that I have to get over
This is not the last time that I have to get over
