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Bite all your wounds
reopen all the scars that've been stitched so far,
“dehiscences of tears”.
This thing is gonna hurt you, scratching your throat at every single breath...
(So) open your mouth and let the sorrow fow deep inside you,
spreading down to your chest.
This thing is gonna fucking hurt you, and right now ask yourself:
Is in (the) tragedy that you are looking for your consciousness?
you've tried many times to mask your pain keeping it on a leash like a dog
but every night it whispers in your ears:
Here is a nail, pierce your heart;
the few drops that'll come out shouldn't scare you.
Here is a knife, its blade is sharp;
in a second you can triumph over misery and shame.
The window opens up by itself
throw yourself out - it says
I witnessed all your anger and I've seen your love turning into ash...
let it drag you down,
or this pain will last forever.
The traces on your body are indelible
they become parts of you,
if you try to let them fade,
they only circle back and return to you.
Remember that your pain will always be by your side
Ready for your last dance
remember that
remember that
remember that
this thing is gonna hurt you
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Kokoschka
02:28
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I thought I recognized myself in you
and that I owned your image
dysmorphic beauty of a life too far from me.
I've built a worthless memorial to your brightness
that now appears to me as a distant land
from which I've been exiled
From the trenches, in the mud
with death reeling inside me
I've looked at this blurry picture
At least a million times
It reminds me that Your lack is in the weakness
of all my actions...
And In my blind devotion (but that keeps me alive)
I keep on sacrifcing the best of me
on the altar that I've created
venerating an unreal past
So I'm gonna give you a brand new life
I remember every skin mole and i will trace all the routes
connecting them to each other
Following cartographic maps on your skin
And from my memories
You will become more real than you've ever been before
Simulacrum of fesh,
Tongue, teeth and mouth
I keep on sacrifcing the best of me
On the altar that I've created between
your breastbone and your throat
where thousands of times
I felt like I was suffocating
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Dark Circles
04:11
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For every second I've spent
nestled against your chest I'll pay
with countless sleepwalking miles
hundred feet deep in the night.
Since you left I'm keeping the door unlocked
and the lights switched on
letting my bedroom flled with tiny moths.
I wish I could live every night like them
swinging around the light, refusing to close the eyes
even when it burns
So that i might not miss a single moment
analyse all the fragments of a consciousness
without any meaning.
My face stuck on your rib cage
I hear your bones creaking and breaking
under the pressure of my breath.
Keep safe all the regrets
of a life made by eyes
which'll never meet again
fngers which never touched
for few inches
or light years.
and we should know that
there will be always a fall
which outdistances you and me
inventing a different god every day
trying new ways to reach the point
where it's painless to lose every memory
It's killing me,
knowing that you could leave
Yeah, I'm still looking for you
in the marks left on the sand after the last tide
inside this hidden cleft...
In every hand I shake
in the braided hair which tie my wrist to yours...
my face stuck on your rib cage...
I've counted all the cracks in the shiny path
on the way back to your house
feeling the void at each step of mine.
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4. |
Hour Of The Wolf
04:37
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I wouldn't fear the dark on the way back to your door,
if only you were with me...
but I'm alone and I'm afraid
to discover how much am i changed...
how much am I changed?
and that the frefies in the swamp,
they never existed
but only in your gentle hands.
What keeps us awake at night in the darkest hours?
I swear sometimes it feels like something
is hiding in the black corners.
What keeps us awake at night?
I've been sleepless so many times...
So I've sewed a dress for you,
I can picture you wearing it with grace...
it's made by spider webs.
How many shadows do you remember
cutting the ceiling of your mind?
With the shape of your nightmares
could you ever carve something bright?
I wish something of us 'll remain forever between those walls
lasting traces in that house
which appears on a well deep like the wood,
where a wolf is still waiting
waiting in vain.
Darkness found me when I was young
pulling its arms closer to my heart
clutching every pulse of glowing lights...
That's why I feel at ease aside'
in the dust of a forgotten attic
in the crackles of its foor
where the day turns into night
in the smell of the rain.
what keeps us awake?
I know you can feel it
there are hundreds snakes under my bed,
please give me your hands.
And now I would keep tight all the fears of my childhood
and if i could i would change them straight away
with the sharp and concrete ones of today.
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5. |
Joseph Plateau
04:37
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From the eyes to the brain
Through the nerves and the heart
A fash, the tide
And within few seconds
It will be dark forever
I wanted to believe in something that could last
More than the time of every wait
More than a memory which disappears at the rhythm of the seasons...
But what does it matter now,
if through the touch of my hands
every quiver spreads until my bones
if I wish the senses of the night animals
(the smell of a fox and the sight of an owl?)
We were dreaming about
tiny shadows dancing on colored disks of paper
Which in the dim light spin all around (around around)
In the illusion to be motion and life
We were breaking in a half
Like the mast of a ship
Torn apart after an endless storm
But now i need you to be stronger than me
Perfect geometric shape
Acrobat and snake handler
But Now I need you to be
my sight
my guide
my mirror
Because this love made me blind and
unable to recognize myself
Now I need you to be more real than any each breath of mine,
Depiction of an ancient beauty
Carved on the walls of the caves
Now I need you to be the recurrence that I was waiting for
Now I need you to be my optical deception
I just wanted to tell you again,
Look at me When you wake up
And I’ll bring you the sun from my eyes
And we won’t have any fear of the dark anymore
Of these rooms with no walls
Which we built to hide ourselves
because compared to you everything turns to dust.
I’ll still be waiting
Despite everything...
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Face Blindness
03:24
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We are seasons of ashes and rains,
regulated by cycles of dust
made by hundreds forgotten stabs
which never healed, bleeding we are closing the circles.
The time defeated everything:
my friends are strangers,
my beloved ghosts in the photographs
I'm surrounded by shadows.
I've been caught in a mesh of despair
since I've lost your face too
even tho I can remember the scar above your eye
all the moles around your chest
the imperfections of your skin
as if these marks can portray you better
rather than the overall view.
We are seasons of ashes and rains.
Our body slighty changes every day
how can we defne something elusive that slips away?
From the details, I often try to restore the past
looking for the point where we got lost...
where we got lost?
I can't stick the shreds back togheter
cause in you, I've left so many parts of me
I replaced my body piece by piece
do I truly remain
the same I used to be?
I'm so blind,
so blind,
so fucking blind
Among the faces which I don't recognize anymore
there's mine too
there's mine too.
How can my image coincide with myself?
How can I fx something that goes out from the frame?
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7. |
Seaweed
04:16
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I still follow with my eyes
the lines of your body
converge on this half bed
that seems to be like an ocean
in which I hope to drown
before the end of the night.
Under these dark shades not so far from the shore
long seaweed hide and they rise and fall
like a big quiet forest
in a timeless dance
they perpetuate the voice of the depth.
Slowly they brush against my feet
while I seek the edge of this maze
where the bright light seep through the water
and something lost lies still...
precious
it shines far away.
it’s like the memory of a dream
impossible to grab
I feel seaweed pressing on my lungs
and I know
I don’t have enough breath to reach it
even if i swore
i would have never made
coincidences my faith again,
while the light undressed you
I clearly felt in your embrace
a different shade of warmth
now only regrets remains
but I want you to know,
that grip'll always be a lasting sign
I use to measure the purity of all my passions
even if you are
like seaweed in my lungs
seaweed in my lungs
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