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NOTHING WOULD BE BETTER
(L.: Roberto Piazza / Paolo Faggion; M.: Paolo Faggion)
OUR HOME HAS BURNT, OUR LAND IS A DESERT, LOOK TO THE LOW BROKEN BRANCHES, BEHIND THE MOUNTAIN THERE IS STILL WAR - WAR ! NOTHING WOULD BE BETTER THAN NOW, EVEN IF THERE ISN'T WHAT I WANT . . . NOTHING WOULD BE BETTER THAN NOW, IT'S BETTER TO ABANDON PRIDE. WE WILL SURVIVE IN ANY CASE, THEN YOU NEVER KNOW TOMORROW, DESTINY SHUFFLES THE CARDS, DON'T HIDE YOUR HANDS - PLAY YOUR CARDS WELL!
GIVE ME, THEN, ALL THAT IS DUE TO ME; DON'T TELL ME IT ISN'T ENOUGH YET, DON’T STAND THERE STARING, DON'T DECEIVE YOURSELF YOU COULD FLY.
OUR HOME HAS BURNT, OUR LAND IS A DESERT, LOOK TO THE LOW BURNT BRANCHES, THEY ARE THE DREAMS THAT DIDN'T COME TRUE.
WE WILL SURVIVE IN ANY CASE, THEN YOU NEVER KNOW TOMORROW, DESTINY SHUFFLES THE CARDS, DON'T HIDE YOUR HANDS.
YOU KNEW
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
WHAT EMPTY WORDS WILL EXPRESS MY DISAPPOINTMENT, I WONDER THE REASON OF THIS BITTER CONCLUSION; AS YOU DID THEN, NOW I AVOID YOU; NOW YOUR IMAGE IS DISAPPEARED, IT'S EASIER TO FORGET YOU.
YOU KNEW, I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY INSECURITY AND SADNESS --- HOWEVER, SURELY I WAS NOT ONLY A VOICE --- AND A NAME -ONE OF MANY- , BUT NOW I'VE WRITTEN YOUR NAME OFF --- TIME, EVEN IF IT ELAPSES SLOWLY, MITIGATES BITTERNESS.
UNATTAINABLE, EVEN IF SO CLOSE . . . AN HIGH WALL OF HALF-TRUTH . . . I SUSPECTED THAT I WOULD TRY TO DISCOVER THE UNINTELLIGIBLE REALITY . . . I BELIEVED TO RECONSTRUCT YOUR THOUGHTS BY SILENCES AND BY YOUR LAUGHS . . . MAYBE I WAS ABOUT TO ENTER INTO YOUR WORLD, BUT ROADS -BY YOUR ORDER- WERE BLOCKED.
YOU KNEW, MY VOYAGE -ALREADY STARTED ON- HALTED . . . AND NOW I RETRACE MY STEPS, A GLANCE BACK, DISMAL . . . I WISH I RECOVERED MY TIME, I WISH I RECOVERED TWO YEARS I'VE WASTED . . . I WISH I PRESENTED YOU - IT ISN'T TOO LATE- ONLY A BIT OF THE GRIEF YOU'VE GIVEN ME.
THE ICE, INEXORABLE, LOADS HEART'S SCARS WITH ITS THICK BLANKET; THE TEPID HEAT OF A SWEET CARESS IS LOST, IT LAPSES OVER.
TRAVELLER
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
TWO YELLOW BEAMS RIP THE GREY OF A MOTIONLESS DAMP FOG, TWO WHEELS SKIM QUICK THE FAITHFUL STRIPE; EYES FOLLOW IT, WHITE CONTINUOUS, AND THE TRAVELLER APPROACHES AT HIM APPOINTMENT WITH A RELIEF MIXED WITH FEAR. THE MUSIC FILLS UP SPACE, (THE MUSIC) UNAWARE (OF THE SITUATION) ACCOMPANYS THE TRAVELLER, THE COURAGE TO DRIVE OUT FOR GOOD HIM INNER LONELINESS RAISES INSIDE HIM. INVISIBLE COMPANION, SAVE HIM!
TWO YELLOW BEAMS, INTENSE, AWAKEN IRRITATED LAND BEFORE THE DAYBREAK; FOUR WHEELS STOP THEMSELVES, STAINED WITH MUD, IN A ANONYMOUS PLACE, THE WORLD IS INDIFFERENT TO THAT SITUATION.
THE TRAVELLER SLOWLY COVERS THE WAY TOWARDS THE SECTION OF THE INFERNO RESERVED TO SUICIDES; THE CAR IS USELESS, STILL INTACT, IT DOESN'T GO FAST NOW, (IT'S A) DUMB WITNESS OF A DESPAIR.
ONLY THE MUSIC (UNAWARE OF THE SITUATION) STILL WRAPS THAT BODY WITH ITS NOTES, TILL THE ARRIVAL OF CAREFUL JUDGES WHO MAY CONSIDER THE VERY MUSIC AS A GUILTY OF THE CRIME.
DIFFERENT COURSES
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
BROKEN NOTES IN THE AIR, UNREPETEABLE EMOTIONS; DAYS OF JOY AND ANGRY, OPPOSITE MOODS. HOW, ARRIVING AT A FORK, OUR DESTINY DIVIDES; HOW MANY COVERED KILOMETERS, BUT NOW WE MUST GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS.
I WILL RECOVER THE STRENGHT (THAT) I HAD IN TIMES PAST; IT WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF A MY CHANGE.
NEW REALITIES IN WHICH I COULD RELIVE FANTASTIC ADVENTURES; NEW RAINBOWS TO CATCH.
TRANSITION
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
THE SLEEP OF THE CHILD, HIS DREAMS... BUT, SUDDENLY, HIS SAD FACE; ABSTRACT FEARS, GROWN UP INSIDE HIM, NOW DISAPPEAR.
THE GAMES OF THE CHILD, HIS WORLD... A PUFF OF WIND, AND HIS CASTLE CRUMBLES;
TOO INSECURE, TOO DEFENCELESS.
HOW MANY INGENUOUSNESSES AND FAILURES AT THIS POINT... EVEN IF IT'S ONLY A GAME.
THE WEEPING OF THE CHILD, BECAUSE HE HAS STOPPED PLAYING... EVEN IF ONLY INTO (HIS) DREAM.
Songs of CD/MC "Futuro Calpestato"
BETWEEN US
(L. & M.: Claudio & Paolo Faggion)
YOU WILL COME WITH US... IF YOU WANT, YOU'RE ALREADY ON TRIP!
LIGHTNING
(L.: Stefano Tracanelli; M.: Claudio & Paolo Faggion)
A VERY DARK SIGHT RECURS ON MY MIND... A SIGHT WHICH I WISH I KEPT DOWN, (WHICH) I WISH I TURNED OUT OF ME, BUT I CAN'T FORGET IT. I CLOSE MY EYES, AND I SEE (ON MY MIND) A LIGHT, A NOT-JOYFUL LIGHT OF A COMING BOMB... A BOMB WHICH COMES TOWARDS US, WE FALL TO THE GROUND, TRYING TO SAVE SOME FRIGHTENED MUSCLE. A MY COMPANION CRIES WITH PAIN FOR A LEG WHICH MUST BE STITCHED; I GROW PALE, BUT WE MUST GO ON... GO ON, FRIENDS! HERE THERE ISN'T A DOCTOR, I'M OBLIGED TO PROVIDE: TWO TIED CLOTHES, AS TAMPON. ...AND WE SEEK SAFETY, BARRICATED INTO THAT TRENCH NOW FALLEN, RUINED BY FIRE OF A BASTARD WAR, A WAR DECIDED BY PERSONS WHICH HAVE FULL STOMACH AND (WHICH) CLOSE THEIR OWN EYES... PERSONS WHICH ARE SHELTERED FROM THAT FIRE AND (WHICH) SLEEP INTO THEIR OWN ... AT THE SAME TIME WE ARE FRIGHTENED, FROZEN BY THIS COLDNESS. THIS VERY DARK SIGHT RECURS ON MY MIND, A SIGHT ILLUMINATED BY AN ARTIFICIAL LIGHT... RASCALLY LIGHT!
AN OLD GUITAR
(L.: Tamara Sepic; M.: Claudio Faggion)
MY DEAR FRIEND, I'M PLAYING THE GUITAR. DO YOU REMEMBER? THAT OLD GUITAR WHICH WE STOLE EVERY TIME UNDER THE SULKY NOSE OF MY GRANDFATHER, AND THEN, HAPPY, WE SHUT INTO OUR ATTIC AND THERE ALWAYS WE TRIED TO CREATE THAT MAGIC NOTES WHICH MADE WE DREAM... (WHICH MADE WE) DAY-DREAM. MY DEAR FRIEND, I'M PLAYING THE GUITAR, DO YOU REMEMBER? IT WAS THE GUITAR OF MY GRANDFATHER, DO YOU REMEMBER? TIME PASSES QUICKLY; I HAVEN'T HEARD THE GRANDFATHER'S CRIES FOR A LONG TIME; THE GRANDFATHER WAS AN OLD PLAYMATE, EVEN IF HE WAS GRUMBLER WHEN HE WAS TALKING ABOUT HIS GUITAR... AND I DON'T HEAR YOUR CAREFREE LAUGHES, MY DEAR FRIEND, NOW YOU ARE MARRIED AND HAPPY IN YOUR OWN WORLD. I'M TRYING TO REMEMBER AN OLD SONG, BUT NOTES COME OUT WITH DIFFICULTY, AND FINALLY I UNDERSTAND WHERE THE PROBLEM IS... NOW THAT OLD GUITAR IS PLAYED BY A MATURE WOMAN, WITH HIS OWN EMOTION AND WORRIES WHICH ACCOMPANY HER EVERY DAY, EVERY NIGHT. DO YOU REMEMBER? IT WAS THE GUITAR OF MY GRANDFATHER, DO YOU REMEMBER? IT WAS THE GUITAR OF MY GRANDFATHER, A MARVELLOUS PLAYMATE. BUT NOW I'VE AN ONLY MEMORY OF MY FAVOURITE GRUMBLER: THE SWEET NOTES OF HIS GUITAR WHICH IS CLOSED FOR A LONG TIME INTO THAT ATTIC, (GUITAR WHICH NOW IS) COVERED BY THE DUST OF OUR MEMORIES.
DO YOU REMEMBER, MY FRIEND? DO YOU REMEMBER, MY FRIEND?
WISH TO THINK
(L.: Luca Cesco; M.: Claudio Faggion)
FEEL, FEEL THIS SUMMER WHICH DOESN'T RETURN; FEEL, FEEL THAT WISH WHICH IS INSIDE ME; BORING DAY IS FALLING TO NOTHINGNESS; I'M OVERWHELMED BY SLEEP WHICH IS INSIDE ME. LONG ANGUISHED NIGHTS, THINKING OF THE PRESENT TIME AND THINKING OF THE FUTURE; I HATE THAT PAST TIME WHICH IS INSIDE ME; WISH TO THINK, WISH TO TAKE ACTION,
BUT THE WAY OF LIVING - WHICH IS INSIDE ME - STOPS ME! WISH TO THINK, WISH TO TAKE ACTION... BUT THE WAY OF LIVING STOPS ME! ...BUT THE WAY OF LIVING - WHICH IS INSIDE ME - STOPS ME!
I ABANDON
(L.: Roberto Piazza; M.: Paolo Faggion)
A FROZEN WIND HITS ME, A VOICE RAVISHES ME; I RUN TOWARDS MY DESTINY, NOW THAT YOU ARE CLOSE TO ME... I ABANDON MY FEARS, I ABANDON MY WAR, I WILL GO WHERE I'LL WANT, WITHOUT PUTTING MYSELF ANY PROBLEM.
I DON'T FEEL EMOTIONS, I'VE LOST THE PAST; MY WORRIES... (ARE) A MISTED MEMORY.
EXPRESSIONS
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
LANGUID EXPRESSIONS, THEN INTENSE GAZES, NOW COLD IMAGES, SHORT MOMENTS - CLOSED INTO THE DEEP DARKNESS - REVEAL ME SECRETS, COMPLICATED INCOMPREHENSIBLE TRUTH... JUST NOW TRUE THINGS APPEAR CLEAR TO ME; THROUGH A SAD SILENCE, THESE TRUE THINGS ARRIVE AT PRESENT, AND I REDISCOVER ME SERENE. THIS ISN'T REGRET'S DAY, A BRIDGE LINKS MY CURRENT THOUGHTS TO THAT MYSELF WHO NOW IS LOST... IN THE LETTERS, MESSAGES, PHOTOS, FORGOTTEN MUSICS, I DON'T UNDERSTAND IF NOW IT'S BETTER OR WORSE, BUT NOW I'M DIFFERENT; TO CLIMB MOUNTAINS AND HILLS, TO PRECIPITATE INTO RAVINES AND PITS... I WON'T EVADE THESE TRIALS, INJUSTICES, PARADOXES... HONEST, DISILLUSIONED, INCAPABLE OF DREAMING, IMPERMEABLE AT GLEES, UNMOVED BY OTHERS' GRIEF. MAYBE I'M BECOMING THIS SELFISH, DRY, SLIMY, WINKING FELLOW; THIS IS THE NORMALITY WHICH OVERWHELMS US AND ROUTS US, NOTWITSTANDING THE STRENUOUS RESISTANCE OFFERED. TOO YOUNG TO SURRENDER, TOO OLD NOT TO TRUST, PROUD - YES! - NOT TO SUFFER.
NOW I OBSERVE THE MYSELF OF PAST TIMES, (MYSELF WHICH) MAYBE (WAS) STILL FRAGILE; HOW MUCH I'VE CHANGED INSIDE ME, AND THE TENDERNESS PERVADES ME; I GO ON, INEXHORABLE, TOWARDS TRIUMPHES AND ERRORS; I WISH THE DESTINY GAVE ME STRENGHT AND A WISE GIRL; IT'S VERY DIFFICULT TO FIGHT ALONE, OUTSIDE.
1999,5
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
DO FEEL THAT THE AIR IS FRESH, AND WE ARE HERE, SURVIVING AT FABLES, CONVERSATIONS, LIFE'S STORIES; NOW THAT THE DARK IS ARRIVED, THE DREAM HAS BECOME TRUTH, (YOU) DRIVE US TO THE MISSION FUTURE!
NOW THAT THE DARK HAS PASSED - WHAT HAS CHANGED? - I THINK TO BE SURE - OUR ANGUISHES - THAT I WAS CHEATED - PURE UTOPIAS - NOW THE FUTURE... NOW THE FUTURE HAS PASSED!
Songs of CD "Deforme"
LITTLE G.
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
TURIN, JANUARY 1998, "REGINA MARGHERITA" HOSPITAL, CHILD BORN WITHOUT BRAIN, NO HOPE... HEAVY SILENCE INTO THE ASEPTIC ROOM... OUTCRY, PRESS, TELECAMERAS, MORALISM, FLEETING FEELINGS. OPPOSITE PHILOSOPHIES. HUMAN ORGANS' FACTORY, ASSEMBLY LINE. HE ISN'T AN OBJECT, HE MUST LIVE. SERENITY AND COURAGE, CHILD'S PARENTS MADE A JOURNEY (TOWARDS THE UNCERTAIN OUTCOME OF THIS EVENT), A DIFFICULT CHOICE (PARENTS CAN WAIT FOR THE CHILD'S DEATH, OR THEY CAN ALLOW DOCTORS TO TAKE OUT ORGANS FROM THE BRAINLESS CHILD IN ORDER TO SAVE OTHER CHILDREN). LITTLE G., DEFENCELESS BOX, CAN'T FEEL PAIN; THERE IS NO CEREBRAL CORTEX, THE END OF CHILD'S LIFE WILL ARRIVE WHEN 24 HOURS FROM CEREBRAL DEATH WILL BE PASSED. THE NOTICE, CONCERNING ANOTHER CHILD (WHICH WAS) REFUSED AND THROWN INTO THE DUSTBIN, ROTS INTO INSIDE PAGES OF THE NEWSPAPER, OR (THAT NOTICE) IS CONFINED INTO TEN SECONDS PLAYING BY A VOICE INDIFFERENT TO THE LIFE OR TO THE DEATH, AND PEOPLE WHO LISTEN TO THAT VOICE FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME ARE INDIFFERENT TOO. LITTLE G. KEEPS ON TO LIVE, THERAPEUTICAL OBSTINACY, AMORAL PARENTS, WHY DID YOU ALLOW HIM TO BE BORN? HE COSTS TOO MUCH TO THE HOSPITAL, WHY MUST WE KEEP HIM ANY LONGER? IN ANY CASE, THIS ONE IS NOT LIFE, CHILD'S EXISTENCE NEVER WILL BE A REAL LIFE! CERTAINLY NOT! IT'S DIFFICULT TO PRESENT SOMEBODY WITH SOMETHING. A PRECIOUS GIFT, AS BIG AS A MANDARINE, FLEW TOWARDS ROME; ON JANUARY 31ST, IN THE MORNING, THAT GIFT BEGAN AGAIN TO BEAT INSIDE ANOTHER CHEST, A DIM GLIMMER. ANOTHER LIFE CONTINUED, EVEN IF FOR A SHORT TIME. MOTHER S. AND FATHER L. LOOK AFTER THEIR LITTLE G. (WHICH) BEFORE (WAS) LACKING IN BRAIN, NOW (HE IS) LACKING IN HEART TOO; HUNDREDS TV-SCREENS TELECAST UNCEASING GRIEF; FIRING SQUAD, NOTE-BOOKS IN THE HAND... WHAT DO YOU WANT AGAIN? ...FEELING TOO INTENSE TO DESCRIBE EVERY DETAIL OF IT; PARENTS HAVE RELIEF BECAUSE NOW THEY HAVE A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN GRIEVE ALONE THEIR CHILD.
MAGIC
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
STRONG IMPACT, RUINOUS MALADY... THE DEFEAT PEEPS AT THE EDGE OF THE WAY... STRENUOUS STRUGGLE, SOMEBODY PURSUES AN UTOPIA. TENSION'S MIST CHANGES INTO SCALDING TEARS' WEEPING... THE SCENE SHIFTS ITSELF, OR MAYBE OUR EYES SEE THE SAME THINGS IN A DIFFERENT WAY. MORPHEUS (THE ANCIENT GOD OF THE DREAMS) SOVEREIGN SHUTS BOTH HIS EYES, HE CONCEALS TO HIMSELF THE HOURS' THEFT WHICH WAS COMMICTED TO HIS DETRIMENT BY DESPERATE HUMANS... IMPLIED AMNESTY. TERROR VANISHES, MEMORY DISSOLVES ITSELF... FAILURE OR JOY. CHANCE, FATE, DESTINY, FAULT, RISK... INJUSTICE, ARROGANCE, LOTTERY. AN ENERGY'S BURST ISSUES. REDEMPTION'S MOMENT IS MAGIC.
EMPTY IMAGES
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
MIRROR, YOU REFLECT EMPTY IMAGES, COLD COLOURS WITHOUT WORDS, FRIGHTENED EYES EXTEND THEMSELVES OVER THE BARRIERS OF UNBEATABLE MEN, OVER THE FIXED PATTERNS OF NORMALITY, ABOVE THE DULLNESS. TO WRITE LYRICS WITHOUT RHYMES, TO FEEL THEMSELVES DIFFERENT APPEARING NORMAL, CROSSING WORDS, BLOCKING NOTES, LISTENING TO THE WAVES' BUZZ... DREAMING OF FINDING THE WAY OF NEVER SUFFERING, (THE WAY OF) NEVER DYING, (DREAMING OF) BEING ALWAYS A YOUNG PERSON AND (SO) NOT TO PUT QUESTIONS TO THEMSELVES OR TO HAVE NO QUESTIONS.
EYES AND VOICES
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
LOCAL CONFLICT WITH PLANETARY REPERCUSSION... NORMAL SITUATION INTO THE GLOBAL VILLAGE... DEATH ARRIVES FROM THE SKY. SPECIAL EDITIONS, HUNDREDS OF TELEVISION NEWS, CATTLE-FAIR: DOVES INTO CAGES, HAWKS IN THE SKY, TIGERS IN THE BALCANIC AREA, SMILING PIGS... LOST SHEEP. EYES FOR CRYING, VOICES FOR SCREAMING... SOLIDARITY TO OFFER, INCONVENIENT BRETHREN TO STAND, HYPOCRISY TO CONCEAL. JUSTICE OF NOBODY, HATE OF EVERYBODY AND (HATE) FOR EVERYBODY. UNINTELLIGIBLE REASON, UNATTAINABLE TRUTH. EVERYONE'S GOD FOR PEACE OF ALL PERSONS.
IN SUSPENSE
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
DREAMING OF GOING UP HIGH AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, IN SUSPENSE INTO THE UNCERTAIN OF A "YES" OR A "NO", RUNNING AWAY FROM A FIRE WHICH IS BURNING SLOWLY (AND QUIETLY), WHERE EVERY EFFORT IS GETTING VAIN... IS GETTING VAIN... AND NOW I SET OUT ON A JOURNEY WITHOUT ANY HELP, IT'S A NEW EXPERIENCE WHICH I HAVEN'T HAD BEFORE... DISCARDING ROADS WHICH WERE WELL-KNOWN TO ME, PERSONS WHO... DISCARDING PERSONS WHO WERE FRIENDS OF MINE... DREAMING OF GOING UP HIGH AS FAR AS POSSIBLE.
MIRAGE
(L.: Paolo Faggion; M.: Paolo and Claudio Faggion)
TRUST IN WHAT YOU ARE, IN WHAT YOU LIVE IN EVERY MOMENT, OASIS AS MIRAGES IN THE MIDDLE OF DESERT, WORDS TO A BRICK WALL. FROM THE TOP OF BUILDINGS YOU SEE GONE CRAZY CARS, WORRIED MEN AS ANTS, AND YOU CLOSE YOUR DOOR OF GRUDGE'S HOME, CONVINCED THAT PROBLEMS WILL REMAIN OUTSIDE FOREVER... OUTSIDE OF REALITY, (OUTSIDE) OF YOUR UNIVERSE'S HYPOCRISY, YOU'VE CLOSED TOO MANY DREAMS INTO THE DRAWER, YOUR TIME IS WASTED! THE WILL, WHICH IS INSIDE YOU, TO COLOUR THE VOID INTO AN ETERNAL WINTER, INTO AN UNKNOWN FUTURE... AND YOU WAIT FOR A SPARK WHICH MAY EXCITE AN HOPE, A DREAM WHICH MAY COME TRUE, A MIRAGE IN THE DISTANCE.
Songs of CD "Produzione Propria"
TO BE SILENT
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
THE ANXIETY OF THE DIFFICULT PRESENT STEALS DREAM FROM FUTURE, INCAPABLE OF UNDERSTANDING THE MEANING OF SEVERAL SCENES DURING OUR EARTHLY LIFE, TO ACCUMULATE RICHES IN THE UNCERTAINTY OF THE HARVEST ; THE WIND KNOCKS TREES, THE BUD ENDURES; FROM SIXTH HOUR TO NINTH HOUR, STRAINED DARKNESS OVER ALL THE COUNTRY; THE GOOD DOESN'T GENERATE NOISE, THE NOISE SOMETIMES DOESN'T DO GOOD; TRUTH IMPOSES ITSELF, IT OPENS EVERY CLOSED DOOR; CONSCIENCE ACCUSES OUR FALSE KNOWLEDGE; OFTEN THE WISDOM CONSISTS IN KEEPING SILENT.
LANDS
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
NO-MAN'S LANDS, EMPTY SPACES TO STUFF, DISTANCES TO FILL; MEMORY, PRESENT, CHANGES; COLOURS, TASTES, NOISES; THOUGHTS, WORDS, SILENCES, OMISSIONS, PASSIONS, WORLDLY TREASURES, RAGS FROM CLOTHES, CELESTIAL PURPOSES; AUTHOR, VICTIM AND TORTURER, CREATURE WHO HOLDS VARIOUS PARTS; ONE POINT INTO THE INFINITE STRAIGHT LINE, THE COURSE OF LIFE; EMPTY SPACES TO STUFF.
LAY DOWN THE SCEPTRE
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
SHOW ME YOUR EYES WHEN YOU CHALLENGE ME; DUELS OF OFFENCES, DOES YOUR MASK GIVE YOU COURAGE? YOU ARE AFRAID YOUR WEAKNESSES APPEAR, COWARDLY LIES; IS THE ARROGANCE YOUR ENERGY? SLAVE OF A FALSE AND WRONG KINGDOM, THE TRUTH WORRIES YOU; FEW UNCERTAINTIES, AND YOUR THRONE TOTTERS; HYPOCRISIES OF YOUR FALSE CREED, VENGEANCES, GRUDGES... THROW OFF YOUR MASK AND LAY DOWN THE SCEPTRE!
BEFORE THE TIME
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
QUESTIONS WHICH SEEM NOT TO HAVE AGE ... ANSWERS!? THE PRIME CAUSE, WHAT, WHERE... THE TIME BEFORE THE TIME; TIME, MATTER, SPACE... CLOSE LINKS IN THE COSMOS; THEY CONCEAL AN UNIQUE MISTERY, THE RESEARCH OF WORLD'S ORIGIN; THE TIME BEFORE THE TIME.
DOOR
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
OPEN DOOR IN THE SKY, CLOSED BOOK IN THE HAND, I REVEAL THE EXTREME VERDICT, PERFECT, NOT HUMAN; LIVING RIVER FROM THE THRONE, FRUITS AND LEEVES AS GIFTS, NO MORE NIGHT FOR MANKIND; PERVERSE, IMPURE, WISE... VARIOUS BEHAVIOUR... THE DELIVERY OF WAGES; ALPHA AND OMEGA TOGETHER... SOMEONE HOPES FOR THE BEST, SOMEONE FEARS FOR HIS DESTINY; THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND, SHINING STAR IN THE MORNING; THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND, SHINING STAR IN THE MORNING.
TO CHEAT
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
THE OUTWARD APPEARANCE DOESN'T BETRAY EMOTION REMINDING THE ACTION; SELF BELIEF, PARADED COLDNESS IN ORDER TO HIDE THE GUILT; TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, VOICE, BODY REVEALS, IT COMMUNICATES DATA, THE SECRET IS REVEALED; THE CLEVER PLOT WAS UNMASKED, LIES TOLD WITH PREMEDITATION; THE CLEVER PLOT WAS UNMASKED, LIES TOLD WITH PREMEDITATION; YOU CAN ORDER YOUR BODY TO KILL, TO SHOT, TO HIT, BUT YOU CAN'T STOP THE FAST PULSE RATE, THE LABOURED BREATH OF ESCAPISM, YOU DON'T PERCEIVE THAT YOUR SKIN ISSUES HEAT; TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT; OR SOMEBODY CAN TEACH YOU TO DOMINATE THESE FUNCTIONS TOO; MAYBE IT'S EASY TO LIE TO HIMSELF, BUT... ON WHAT CONDITIONS? TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT.
TO TURN THE PAGE OVER
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, AMONG A LOT OF "IF"... HOWEVER, TOO MANY DOUBTS; (THE MAN MADE BY PAPER IS) DISCOURAGED, DEPRESSED... TO TURN THE PAGE OVER, OR NOT... TO RETURN TO THE START, OR TO GO FORWARD WITHOUT A DESTINATION, WITHOUT A "STOP"; MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY; THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, INTO HIS UMPTEENTH BAD DAY; TO CLOSE THE BOOK AND TO GO FORWARD; TO THROW ALL OUT, OR NOT; MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY; PERPLEXITY, OSCILLATIONS, CONSTANT EXHAUSTING CONFLICTS OFTEN MAKE HIM LOSE THE PLACE; THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, INTO HIS UMPTEENTH BAD DAY; (THE MAN MADE BY PAPER IS) DISCOURAGED, DEPRESSED... TO TURN THE PAGE OVER, OR NOT... MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY.
DIFFERENT COURSES
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
BROKEN NOTES IN THE AIR, UNREPETEABLE EMOTIONS; DAYS OF JOY AND ANGRY, OPPOSITE MOODS. HOW, ARRIVING AT A FORK, OUR DESTINY DIVIDES; HOW MANY COVERED KILOMETERS, BUT NOW WE MUST GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS.
I WILL RECOVER THE STRENGHT (THAT) I HAD IN TIMES PAST; IT WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF A MY CHANGE.
NEW REALITIES IN WHICH I COULD RELIVE FANTASTIC ADVENTURES; NEW RAINBOWS TO CATCH.
BETWEEN US
(L. & M.: Claudio & Paolo Faggion)
YOU WILL COME WITH US... IF YOU WANT, YOU'RE ALREADY ON TRIP!
LIGHTNING
(L.: Stefano Tracanelli; M.: Claudio & Paolo Faggion)
A VERY DARK SIGHT RECURS ON MY MIND... A SIGHT WHICH I WISH I KEPT DOWN, (WHICH) I WISH I TURNED OUT OF ME, BUT I CAN'T FORGET IT. I CLOSE MY EYES, AND I SEE (ON MY MIND) A LIGHT, A NOT-JOYFUL LIGHT OF A COMING BOMB... A BOMB WHICH COMES TOWARDS US, WE FALL TO THE GROUND, TRYING TO SAVE SOME FRIGHTENED MUSCLE. A MY COMPANION CRIES WITH PAIN FOR A LEG WHICH MUST BE STITCHED; I GROW PALE, BUT WE MUST GO ON... GO ON, FRIENDS! HERE THERE ISN'T A DOCTOR, I'M OBLIGED TO PROVIDE: TWO TIED CLOTHES, AS TAMPON. ...AND WE SEEK SAFETY, BARRICATED INTO THAT TRENCH NOW FALLEN, RUINED BY FIRE OF A BASTARD WAR, A WAR DECIDED BY PERSONS WHICH HAVE FULL STOMACH AND (WHICH) CLOSE THEIR OWN EYES... PERSONS WHICH ARE SHELTERED FROM THAT FIRE AND (WHICH) SLEEP INTO THEIR OWN ... AT THE SAME TIME WE ARE FRIGHTENED, FROZEN BY THIS COLDNESS. THIS VERY DARK SIGHT RECURS ON MY MIND, A SIGHT ILLUMINATED BY AN ARTIFICIAL LIGHT... RASCALLY LIGHT!
AN OLD GUITAR
(L.: Tamara Sepic; M.: Claudio Faggion)
MY DEAR FRIEND, I'M PLAYING THE GUITAR. DO YOU REMEMBER? THAT OLD GUITAR WHICH WE STOLE EVERY TIME UNDER THE SULKY NOSE OF MY GRANDFATHER, AND THEN, HAPPY, WE SHUT INTO OUR ATTIC AND THERE ALWAYS WE TRIED TO CREATE THAT MAGIC NOTES WHICH MADE WE DREAM... (WHICH MADE WE) DAY-DREAM. MY DEAR FRIEND, I'M PLAYING THE GUITAR, DO YOU REMEMBER? IT WAS THE GUITAR OF MY GRANDFATHER, DO YOU REMEMBER? TIME PASSES QUICKLY; I HAVEN'T HEARD THE GRANDFATHER'S CRIES FOR A LONG TIME; THE GRANDFATHER WAS AN OLD PLAYMATE, EVEN IF HE WAS GRUMBLER WHEN HE WAS TALKING ABOUT HIS GUITAR... AND I DON'T HEAR YOUR CAREFREE LAUGHES, MY DEAR FRIEND, NOW YOU ARE MARRIED AND HAPPY IN YOUR OWN WORLD. I'M TRYING TO REMEMBER AN OLD SONG, BUT NOTES COME OUT WITH DIFFICULTY, AND FINALLY I UNDERSTAND WHERE THE PROBLEM IS... NOW THAT OLD GUITAR IS PLAYED BY A MATURE WOMAN, WITH HIS OWN EMOTION AND WORRIES WHICH ACCOMPANY HER EVERY DAY, EVERY NIGHT. DO YOU REMEMBER? IT WAS THE GUITAR OF MY GRANDFATHER, DO YOU REMEMBER? IT WAS THE GUITAR OF MY GRANDFATHER, A MARVELLOUS PLAYMATE. BUT NOW I'VE AN ONLY MEMORY OF MY FAVOURITE GRUMBLER: THE SWEET NOTES OF HIS GUITAR WHICH IS CLOSED FOR A LONG TIME INTO THAT ATTIC, (GUITAR WHICH NOW IS) COVERED BY THE DUST OF OUR MEMORIES.
DO YOU REMEMBER, MY FRIEND? DO YOU REMEMBER, MY FRIEND?
WISH TO THINK
(L.: Luca Cesco; M.: Claudio Faggion)
FEEL, FEEL THIS SUMMER WHICH DOESN'T RETURN; FEEL, FEEL THAT WISH WHICH IS INSIDE ME; BORING DAY IS FALLING TO NOTHINGNESS; I'M OVERWHELMED BY SLEEP WHICH IS INSIDE ME. LONG ANGUISHED NIGHTS, THINKING OF THE PRESENT TIME AND THINKING OF THE FUTURE; I HATE THAT PAST TIME WHICH IS INSIDE ME; WISH TO THINK, WISH TO TAKE ACTION,
BUT THE WAY OF LIVING - WHICH IS INSIDE ME - STOPS ME! WISH TO THINK, WISH TO TAKE ACTION... BUT THE WAY OF LIVING STOPS ME! ...BUT THE WAY OF LIVING - WHICH IS INSIDE ME - STOPS ME!
I ABANDON
(L.: Roberto Piazza; M.: Paolo Faggion)
A FROZEN WIND HITS ME, A VOICE RAVISHES ME; I RUN TOWARDS MY DESTINY, NOW THAT YOU ARE CLOSE TO ME... I ABANDON MY FEARS, I ABANDON MY WAR, I WILL GO WHERE I'LL WANT, WITHOUT PUTTING MYSELF ANY PROBLEM.
I DON'T FEEL EMOTIONS, I'VE LOST THE PAST; MY WORRIES... (ARE) A MISTED MEMORY.
EXPRESSIONS
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
LANGUID EXPRESSIONS, THEN INTENSE GAZES, NOW COLD IMAGES, SHORT MOMENTS - CLOSED INTO THE DEEP DARKNESS - REVEAL ME SECRETS, COMPLICATED INCOMPREHENSIBLE TRUTH... JUST NOW TRUE THINGS APPEAR CLEAR TO ME; THROUGH A SAD SILENCE, THESE TRUE THINGS ARRIVE AT PRESENT, AND I REDISCOVER ME SERENE. THIS ISN'T REGRET'S DAY, A BRIDGE LINKS MY CURRENT THOUGHTS TO THAT MYSELF WHO NOW IS LOST... IN THE LETTERS, MESSAGES, PHOTOS, FORGOTTEN MUSICS, I DON'T UNDERSTAND IF NOW IT'S BETTER OR WORSE, BUT NOW I'M DIFFERENT; TO CLIMB MOUNTAINS AND HILLS, TO PRECIPITATE INTO RAVINES AND PITS... I WON'T EVADE THESE TRIALS, INJUSTICES, PARADOXES... HONEST, DISILLUSIONED, INCAPABLE OF DREAMING, IMPERMEABLE AT GLEES, UNMOVED BY OTHERS' GRIEF. MAYBE I'M BECOMING THIS SELFISH, DRY, SLIMY, WINKING FELLOW; THIS IS THE NORMALITY WHICH OVERWHELMS US AND ROUTS US, NOTWITSTANDING THE STRENUOUS RESISTANCE OFFERED. TOO YOUNG TO SURRENDER, TOO OLD NOT TO TRUST, PROUD - YES! - NOT TO SUFFER.
NOW I OBSERVE THE MYSELF OF PAST TIMES, (MYSELF WHICH) MAYBE (WAS) STILL FRAGILE; HOW MUCH I'VE CHANGED INSIDE ME, AND THE TENDERNESS PERVADES ME; I GO ON, INEXHORABLE, TOWARDS TRIUMPHES AND ERRORS; I WISH THE DESTINY GAVE ME STRENGHT AND A WISE GIRL; IT'S VERY DIFFICULT TO FIGHT ALONE, OUTSIDE.
1999,5
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
DO FEEL THAT THE AIR IS FRESH, AND WE ARE HERE, SURVIVING AT FABLES, CONVERSATIONS, LIFE'S STORIES; NOW THAT THE DARK IS ARRIVED, THE DREAM HAS BECOME TRUTH, (YOU) DRIVE US TO THE MISSION FUTURE!
NOW THAT THE DARK HAS PASSED - WHAT HAS CHANGED? - I THINK TO BE SURE - OUR ANGUISHES - THAT I WAS CHEATED - PURE UTOPIAS - NOW THE FUTURE... NOW THE FUTURE HAS PASSED!
Songs of CD "Deforme"
LITTLE G.
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
TURIN, JANUARY 1998, "REGINA MARGHERITA" HOSPITAL, CHILD BORN WITHOUT BRAIN, NO HOPE... HEAVY SILENCE INTO THE ASEPTIC ROOM... OUTCRY, PRESS, TELECAMERAS, MORALISM, FLEETING FEELINGS. OPPOSITE PHILOSOPHIES. HUMAN ORGANS' FACTORY, ASSEMBLY LINE. HE ISN'T AN OBJECT, HE MUST LIVE. SERENITY AND COURAGE, CHILD'S PARENTS MADE A JOURNEY (TOWARDS THE UNCERTAIN OUTCOME OF THIS EVENT), A DIFFICULT CHOICE (PARENTS CAN WAIT FOR THE CHILD'S DEATH, OR THEY CAN ALLOW DOCTORS TO TAKE OUT ORGANS FROM THE BRAINLESS CHILD IN ORDER TO SAVE OTHER CHILDREN). LITTLE G., DEFENCELESS BOX, CAN'T FEEL PAIN; THERE IS NO CEREBRAL CORTEX, THE END OF CHILD'S LIFE WILL ARRIVE WHEN 24 HOURS FROM CEREBRAL DEATH WILL BE PASSED. THE NOTICE, CONCERNING ANOTHER CHILD (WHICH WAS) REFUSED AND THROWN INTO THE DUSTBIN, ROTS INTO INSIDE PAGES OF THE NEWSPAPER, OR (THAT NOTICE) IS CONFINED INTO TEN SECONDS PLAYING BY A VOICE INDIFFERENT TO THE LIFE OR TO THE DEATH, AND PEOPLE WHO LISTEN TO THAT VOICE FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME ARE INDIFFERENT TOO. LITTLE G. KEEPS ON TO LIVE, THERAPEUTICAL OBSTINACY, AMORAL PARENTS, WHY DID YOU ALLOW HIM TO BE BORN? HE COSTS TOO MUCH TO THE HOSPITAL, WHY MUST WE KEEP HIM ANY LONGER? IN ANY CASE, THIS ONE IS NOT LIFE, CHILD'S EXISTENCE NEVER WILL BE A REAL LIFE! CERTAINLY NOT! IT'S DIFFICULT TO PRESENT SOMEBODY WITH SOMETHING. A PRECIOUS GIFT, AS BIG AS A MANDARINE, FLEW TOWARDS ROME; ON JANUARY 31ST, IN THE MORNING, THAT GIFT BEGAN AGAIN TO BEAT INSIDE ANOTHER CHEST, A DIM GLIMMER. ANOTHER LIFE CONTINUED, EVEN IF FOR A SHORT TIME. MOTHER S. AND FATHER L. LOOK AFTER THEIR LITTLE G. (WHICH) BEFORE (WAS) LACKING IN BRAIN, NOW (HE IS) LACKING IN HEART TOO; HUNDREDS TV-SCREENS TELECAST UNCEASING GRIEF; FIRING SQUAD, NOTE-BOOKS IN THE HAND... WHAT DO YOU WANT AGAIN? ...FEELING TOO INTENSE TO DESCRIBE EVERY DETAIL OF IT; PARENTS HAVE RELIEF BECAUSE NOW THEY HAVE A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN GRIEVE ALONE THEIR CHILD.
MAGIC
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
STRONG IMPACT, RUINOUS MALADY... THE DEFEAT PEEPS AT THE EDGE OF THE WAY... STRENUOUS STRUGGLE, SOMEBODY PURSUES AN UTOPIA. TENSION'S MIST CHANGES INTO SCALDING TEARS' WEEPING... THE SCENE SHIFTS ITSELF, OR MAYBE OUR EYES SEE THE SAME THINGS IN A DIFFERENT WAY. MORPHEUS (THE ANCIENT GOD OF THE DREAMS) SOVEREIGN SHUTS BOTH HIS EYES, HE CONCEALS TO HIMSELF THE HOURS' THEFT WHICH WAS COMMICTED TO HIS DETRIMENT BY DESPERATE HUMANS... IMPLIED AMNESTY. TERROR VANISHES, MEMORY DISSOLVES ITSELF... FAILURE OR JOY. CHANCE, FATE, DESTINY, FAULT, RISK... INJUSTICE, ARROGANCE, LOTTERY. AN ENERGY'S BURST ISSUES. REDEMPTION'S MOMENT IS MAGIC.
EMPTY IMAGES
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
MIRROR, YOU REFLECT EMPTY IMAGES, COLD COLOURS WITHOUT WORDS, FRIGHTENED EYES EXTEND THEMSELVES OVER THE BARRIERS OF UNBEATABLE MEN, OVER THE FIXED PATTERNS OF NORMALITY, ABOVE THE DULLNESS. TO WRITE LYRICS WITHOUT RHYMES, TO FEEL THEMSELVES DIFFERENT APPEARING NORMAL, CROSSING WORDS, BLOCKING NOTES, LISTENING TO THE WAVES' BUZZ... DREAMING OF FINDING THE WAY OF NEVER SUFFERING, (THE WAY OF) NEVER DYING, (DREAMING OF) BEING ALWAYS A YOUNG PERSON AND (SO) NOT TO PUT QUESTIONS TO THEMSELVES OR TO HAVE NO QUESTIONS.
EYES AND VOICES
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
LOCAL CONFLICT WITH PLANETARY REPERCUSSION... NORMAL SITUATION INTO THE GLOBAL VILLAGE... DEATH ARRIVES FROM THE SKY. SPECIAL EDITIONS, HUNDREDS OF TELEVISION NEWS, CATTLE-FAIR: DOVES INTO CAGES, HAWKS IN THE SKY, TIGERS IN THE BALCANIC AREA, SMILING PIGS... LOST SHEEP. EYES FOR CRYING, VOICES FOR SCREAMING... SOLIDARITY TO OFFER, INCONVENIENT BRETHREN TO STAND, HYPOCRISY TO CONCEAL. JUSTICE OF NOBODY, HATE OF EVERYBODY AND (HATE) FOR EVERYBODY. UNINTELLIGIBLE REASON, UNATTAINABLE TRUTH. EVERYONE'S GOD FOR PEACE OF ALL PERSONS.
IN SUSPENSE
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
DREAMING OF GOING UP HIGH AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, IN SUSPENSE INTO THE UNCERTAIN OF A "YES" OR A "NO", RUNNING AWAY FROM A FIRE WHICH IS BURNING SLOWLY (AND QUIETLY), WHERE EVERY EFFORT IS GETTING VAIN... IS GETTING VAIN... AND NOW I SET OUT ON A JOURNEY WITHOUT ANY HELP, IT'S A NEW EXPERIENCE WHICH I HAVEN'T HAD BEFORE... DISCARDING ROADS WHICH WERE WELL-KNOWN TO ME, PERSONS WHO... DISCARDING PERSONS WHO WERE FRIENDS OF MINE... DREAMING OF GOING UP HIGH AS FAR AS POSSIBLE.
MIRAGE
(L.: Paolo Faggion; M.: Paolo and Claudio Faggion)
TRUST IN WHAT YOU ARE, IN WHAT YOU LIVE IN EVERY MOMENT, OASIS AS MIRAGES IN THE MIDDLE OF DESERT, WORDS TO A BRICK WALL. FROM THE TOP OF BUILDINGS YOU SEE GONE CRAZY CARS, WORRIED MEN AS ANTS, AND YOU CLOSE YOUR DOOR OF GRUDGE'S HOME, CONVINCED THAT PROBLEMS WILL REMAIN OUTSIDE FOREVER... OUTSIDE OF REALITY, (OUTSIDE) OF YOUR UNIVERSE'S HYPOCRISY, YOU'VE CLOSED TOO MANY DREAMS INTO THE DRAWER, YOUR TIME IS WASTED! THE WILL, WHICH IS INSIDE YOU, TO COLOUR THE VOID INTO AN ETERNAL WINTER, INTO AN UNKNOWN FUTURE... AND YOU WAIT FOR A SPARK WHICH MAY EXCITE AN HOPE, A DREAM WHICH MAY COME TRUE, A MIRAGE IN THE DISTANCE.
Songs of CD "Produzione Propria"
TO BE SILENT
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
THE ANXIETY OF THE DIFFICULT PRESENT STEALS DREAM FROM FUTURE, INCAPABLE OF UNDERSTANDING THE MEANING OF SEVERAL SCENES DURING OUR EARTHLY LIFE, TO ACCUMULATE RICHES IN THE UNCERTAINTY OF THE HARVEST ; THE WIND KNOCKS TREES, THE BUD ENDURES; FROM SIXTH HOUR TO NINTH HOUR, STRAINED DARKNESS OVER ALL THE COUNTRY; THE GOOD DOESN'T GENERATE NOISE, THE NOISE SOMETIMES DOESN'T DO GOOD; TRUTH IMPOSES ITSELF, IT OPENS EVERY CLOSED DOOR; CONSCIENCE ACCUSES OUR FALSE KNOWLEDGE; OFTEN THE WISDOM CONSISTS IN KEEPING SILENT.
LANDS
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
NO-MAN'S LANDS, EMPTY SPACES TO STUFF, DISTANCES TO FILL; MEMORY, PRESENT, CHANGES; COLOURS, TASTES, NOISES; THOUGHTS, WORDS, SILENCES, OMISSIONS, PASSIONS, WORLDLY TREASURES, RAGS FROM CLOTHES, CELESTIAL PURPOSES; AUTHOR, VICTIM AND TORTURER, CREATURE WHO HOLDS VARIOUS PARTS; ONE POINT INTO THE INFINITE STRAIGHT LINE, THE COURSE OF LIFE; EMPTY SPACES TO STUFF.
LAY DOWN THE SCEPTRE
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
SHOW ME YOUR EYES WHEN YOU CHALLENGE ME; DUELS OF OFFENCES, DOES YOUR MASK GIVE YOU COURAGE? YOU ARE AFRAID YOUR WEAKNESSES APPEAR, COWARDLY LIES; IS THE ARROGANCE YOUR ENERGY? SLAVE OF A FALSE AND WRONG KINGDOM, THE TRUTH WORRIES YOU; FEW UNCERTAINTIES, AND YOUR THRONE TOTTERS; HYPOCRISIES OF YOUR FALSE CREED, VENGEANCES, GRUDGES... THROW OFF YOUR MASK AND LAY DOWN THE SCEPTRE!
BEFORE THE TIME
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
QUESTIONS WHICH SEEM NOT TO HAVE AGE ... ANSWERS!? THE PRIME CAUSE, WHAT, WHERE... THE TIME BEFORE THE TIME; TIME, MATTER, SPACE... CLOSE LINKS IN THE COSMOS; THEY CONCEAL AN UNIQUE MISTERY, THE RESEARCH OF WORLD'S ORIGIN; THE TIME BEFORE THE TIME.
DOOR
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
OPEN DOOR IN THE SKY, CLOSED BOOK IN THE HAND, I REVEAL THE EXTREME VERDICT, PERFECT, NOT HUMAN; LIVING RIVER FROM THE THRONE, FRUITS AND LEEVES AS GIFTS, NO MORE NIGHT FOR MANKIND; PERVERSE, IMPURE, WISE... VARIOUS BEHAVIOUR... THE DELIVERY OF WAGES; ALPHA AND OMEGA TOGETHER... SOMEONE HOPES FOR THE BEST, SOMEONE FEARS FOR HIS DESTINY; THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND, SHINING STAR IN THE MORNING; THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND, SHINING STAR IN THE MORNING.
TO CHEAT
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
THE OUTWARD APPEARANCE DOESN'T BETRAY EMOTION REMINDING THE ACTION; SELF BELIEF, PARADED COLDNESS IN ORDER TO HIDE THE GUILT; TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, VOICE, BODY REVEALS, IT COMMUNICATES DATA, THE SECRET IS REVEALED; THE CLEVER PLOT WAS UNMASKED, LIES TOLD WITH PREMEDITATION; THE CLEVER PLOT WAS UNMASKED, LIES TOLD WITH PREMEDITATION; YOU CAN ORDER YOUR BODY TO KILL, TO SHOT, TO HIT, BUT YOU CAN'T STOP THE FAST PULSE RATE, THE LABOURED BREATH OF ESCAPISM, YOU DON'T PERCEIVE THAT YOUR SKIN ISSUES HEAT; TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT; OR SOMEBODY CAN TEACH YOU TO DOMINATE THESE FUNCTIONS TOO; MAYBE IT'S EASY TO LIE TO HIMSELF, BUT... ON WHAT CONDITIONS? TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT.
TO TURN THE PAGE OVER
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, AMONG A LOT OF "IF"... HOWEVER, TOO MANY DOUBTS; (THE MAN MADE BY PAPER IS) DISCOURAGED, DEPRESSED... TO TURN THE PAGE OVER, OR NOT... TO RETURN TO THE START, OR TO GO FORWARD WITHOUT A DESTINATION, WITHOUT A "STOP"; MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY; THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, INTO HIS UMPTEENTH BAD DAY; TO CLOSE THE BOOK AND TO GO FORWARD; TO THROW ALL OUT, OR NOT; MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY; PERPLEXITY, OSCILLATIONS, CONSTANT EXHAUSTING CONFLICTS OFTEN MAKE HIM LOSE THE PLACE; THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, INTO HIS UMPTEENTH BAD DAY; (THE MAN MADE BY PAPER IS) DISCOURAGED, DEPRESSED... TO TURN THE PAGE OVER, OR NOT... MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY.
DIFFERENT COURSES
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
BROKEN NOTES IN THE AIR, UNREPETEABLE EMOTIONS; DAYS OF JOY AND ANGRY, OPPOSITE MOODS. HOW, ARRIVING AT A FORK, OUR DESTINY DIVIDES; HOW MANY COVERED KILOMETERS, BUT NOW WE MUST GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS.
I WILL RECOVER THE STRENGHT (THAT) I HAD IN TIMES PAST; IT WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF A MY CHANGE.
NEW REALITIES IN WHICH I COULD RELIVE FANTASTIC ADVENTURES; NEW RAINBOWS TO CATCH.
LITTLE G.
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
TURIN, JANUARY 1998, "REGINA MARGHERITA" HOSPITAL, CHILD BORN WITHOUT BRAIN, NO HOPE... HEAVY SILENCE INTO THE ASEPTIC ROOM... OUTCRY, PRESS, TELECAMERAS, MORALISM, FLEETING FEELINGS. OPPOSITE PHILOSOPHIES. HUMAN ORGANS' FACTORY, ASSEMBLY LINE. HE ISN'T AN OBJECT, HE MUST LIVE. SERENITY AND COURAGE, CHILD'S PARENTS MADE A JOURNEY (TOWARDS THE UNCERTAIN OUTCOME OF THIS EVENT), A DIFFICULT CHOICE (PARENTS CAN WAIT FOR THE CHILD'S DEATH, OR THEY CAN ALLOW DOCTORS TO TAKE OUT ORGANS FROM THE BRAINLESS CHILD IN ORDER TO SAVE OTHER CHILDREN). LITTLE G., DEFENCELESS BOX, CAN'T FEEL PAIN; THERE IS NO CEREBRAL CORTEX, THE END OF CHILD'S LIFE WILL ARRIVE WHEN 24 HOURS FROM CEREBRAL DEATH WILL BE PASSED. THE NOTICE, CONCERNING ANOTHER CHILD (WHICH WAS) REFUSED AND THROWN INTO THE DUSTBIN, ROTS INTO INSIDE PAGES OF THE NEWSPAPER, OR (THAT NOTICE) IS CONFINED INTO TEN SECONDS PLAYING BY A VOICE INDIFFERENT TO THE LIFE OR TO THE DEATH, AND PEOPLE WHO LISTEN TO THAT VOICE FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME ARE INDIFFERENT TOO. LITTLE G. KEEPS ON TO LIVE, THERAPEUTICAL OBSTINACY, AMORAL PARENTS, WHY DID YOU ALLOW HIM TO BE BORN? HE COSTS TOO MUCH TO THE HOSPITAL, WHY MUST WE KEEP HIM ANY LONGER? IN ANY CASE, THIS ONE IS NOT LIFE, CHILD'S EXISTENCE NEVER WILL BE A REAL LIFE! CERTAINLY NOT! IT'S DIFFICULT TO PRESENT SOMEBODY WITH SOMETHING. A PRECIOUS GIFT, AS BIG AS A MANDARINE, FLEW TOWARDS ROME; ON JANUARY 31ST, IN THE MORNING, THAT GIFT BEGAN AGAIN TO BEAT INSIDE ANOTHER CHEST, A DIM GLIMMER. ANOTHER LIFE CONTINUED, EVEN IF FOR A SHORT TIME. MOTHER S. AND FATHER L. LOOK AFTER THEIR LITTLE G. (WHICH) BEFORE (WAS) LACKING IN BRAIN, NOW (HE IS) LACKING IN HEART TOO; HUNDREDS TV-SCREENS TELECAST UNCEASING GRIEF; FIRING SQUAD, NOTE-BOOKS IN THE HAND... WHAT DO YOU WANT AGAIN? ...FEELING TOO INTENSE TO DESCRIBE EVERY DETAIL OF IT; PARENTS HAVE RELIEF BECAUSE NOW THEY HAVE A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN GRIEVE ALONE THEIR CHILD.
MAGIC
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
STRONG IMPACT, RUINOUS MALADY... THE DEFEAT PEEPS AT THE EDGE OF THE WAY... STRENUOUS STRUGGLE, SOMEBODY PURSUES AN UTOPIA. TENSION'S MIST CHANGES INTO SCALDING TEARS' WEEPING... THE SCENE SHIFTS ITSELF, OR MAYBE OUR EYES SEE THE SAME THINGS IN A DIFFERENT WAY. MORPHEUS (THE ANCIENT GOD OF THE DREAMS) SOVEREIGN SHUTS BOTH HIS EYES, HE CONCEALS TO HIMSELF THE HOURS' THEFT WHICH WAS COMMICTED TO HIS DETRIMENT BY DESPERATE HUMANS... IMPLIED AMNESTY. TERROR VANISHES, MEMORY DISSOLVES ITSELF... FAILURE OR JOY. CHANCE, FATE, DESTINY, FAULT, RISK... INJUSTICE, ARROGANCE, LOTTERY. AN ENERGY'S BURST ISSUES. REDEMPTION'S MOMENT IS MAGIC.
EMPTY IMAGES
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
MIRROR, YOU REFLECT EMPTY IMAGES, COLD COLOURS WITHOUT WORDS, FRIGHTENED EYES EXTEND THEMSELVES OVER THE BARRIERS OF UNBEATABLE MEN, OVER THE FIXED PATTERNS OF NORMALITY, ABOVE THE DULLNESS. TO WRITE LYRICS WITHOUT RHYMES, TO FEEL THEMSELVES DIFFERENT APPEARING NORMAL, CROSSING WORDS, BLOCKING NOTES, LISTENING TO THE WAVES' BUZZ... DREAMING OF FINDING THE WAY OF NEVER SUFFERING, (THE WAY OF) NEVER DYING, (DREAMING OF) BEING ALWAYS A YOUNG PERSON AND (SO) NOT TO PUT QUESTIONS TO THEMSELVES OR TO HAVE NO QUESTIONS.
EYES AND VOICES
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
LOCAL CONFLICT WITH PLANETARY REPERCUSSION... NORMAL SITUATION INTO THE GLOBAL VILLAGE... DEATH ARRIVES FROM THE SKY. SPECIAL EDITIONS, HUNDREDS OF TELEVISION NEWS, CATTLE-FAIR: DOVES INTO CAGES, HAWKS IN THE SKY, TIGERS IN THE BALCANIC AREA, SMILING PIGS... LOST SHEEP. EYES FOR CRYING, VOICES FOR SCREAMING... SOLIDARITY TO OFFER, INCONVENIENT BRETHREN TO STAND, HYPOCRISY TO CONCEAL. JUSTICE OF NOBODY, HATE OF EVERYBODY AND (HATE) FOR EVERYBODY. UNINTELLIGIBLE REASON, UNATTAINABLE TRUTH. EVERYONE'S GOD FOR PEACE OF ALL PERSONS.
IN SUSPENSE
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
DREAMING OF GOING UP HIGH AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, IN SUSPENSE INTO THE UNCERTAIN OF A "YES" OR A "NO", RUNNING AWAY FROM A FIRE WHICH IS BURNING SLOWLY (AND QUIETLY), WHERE EVERY EFFORT IS GETTING VAIN... IS GETTING VAIN... AND NOW I SET OUT ON A JOURNEY WITHOUT ANY HELP, IT'S A NEW EXPERIENCE WHICH I HAVEN'T HAD BEFORE... DISCARDING ROADS WHICH WERE WELL-KNOWN TO ME, PERSONS WHO... DISCARDING PERSONS WHO WERE FRIENDS OF MINE... DREAMING OF GOING UP HIGH AS FAR AS POSSIBLE.
MIRAGE
(L.: Paolo Faggion; M.: Paolo and Claudio Faggion)
TRUST IN WHAT YOU ARE, IN WHAT YOU LIVE IN EVERY MOMENT, OASIS AS MIRAGES IN THE MIDDLE OF DESERT, WORDS TO A BRICK WALL. FROM THE TOP OF BUILDINGS YOU SEE GONE CRAZY CARS, WORRIED MEN AS ANTS, AND YOU CLOSE YOUR DOOR OF GRUDGE'S HOME, CONVINCED THAT PROBLEMS WILL REMAIN OUTSIDE FOREVER... OUTSIDE OF REALITY, (OUTSIDE) OF YOUR UNIVERSE'S HYPOCRISY, YOU'VE CLOSED TOO MANY DREAMS INTO THE DRAWER, YOUR TIME IS WASTED! THE WILL, WHICH IS INSIDE YOU, TO COLOUR THE VOID INTO AN ETERNAL WINTER, INTO AN UNKNOWN FUTURE... AND YOU WAIT FOR A SPARK WHICH MAY EXCITE AN HOPE, A DREAM WHICH MAY COME TRUE, A MIRAGE IN THE DISTANCE.
Songs of CD "Produzione Propria"
TO BE SILENT
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
THE ANXIETY OF THE DIFFICULT PRESENT STEALS DREAM FROM FUTURE, INCAPABLE OF UNDERSTANDING THE MEANING OF SEVERAL SCENES DURING OUR EARTHLY LIFE, TO ACCUMULATE RICHES IN THE UNCERTAINTY OF THE HARVEST ; THE WIND KNOCKS TREES, THE BUD ENDURES; FROM SIXTH HOUR TO NINTH HOUR, STRAINED DARKNESS OVER ALL THE COUNTRY; THE GOOD DOESN'T GENERATE NOISE, THE NOISE SOMETIMES DOESN'T DO GOOD; TRUTH IMPOSES ITSELF, IT OPENS EVERY CLOSED DOOR; CONSCIENCE ACCUSES OUR FALSE KNOWLEDGE; OFTEN THE WISDOM CONSISTS IN KEEPING SILENT.
LANDS
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
NO-MAN'S LANDS, EMPTY SPACES TO STUFF, DISTANCES TO FILL; MEMORY, PRESENT, CHANGES; COLOURS, TASTES, NOISES; THOUGHTS, WORDS, SILENCES, OMISSIONS, PASSIONS, WORLDLY TREASURES, RAGS FROM CLOTHES, CELESTIAL PURPOSES; AUTHOR, VICTIM AND TORTURER, CREATURE WHO HOLDS VARIOUS PARTS; ONE POINT INTO THE INFINITE STRAIGHT LINE, THE COURSE OF LIFE; EMPTY SPACES TO STUFF.
LAY DOWN THE SCEPTRE
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
SHOW ME YOUR EYES WHEN YOU CHALLENGE ME; DUELS OF OFFENCES, DOES YOUR MASK GIVE YOU COURAGE? YOU ARE AFRAID YOUR WEAKNESSES APPEAR, COWARDLY LIES; IS THE ARROGANCE YOUR ENERGY? SLAVE OF A FALSE AND WRONG KINGDOM, THE TRUTH WORRIES YOU; FEW UNCERTAINTIES, AND YOUR THRONE TOTTERS; HYPOCRISIES OF YOUR FALSE CREED, VENGEANCES, GRUDGES... THROW OFF YOUR MASK AND LAY DOWN THE SCEPTRE!
BEFORE THE TIME
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
QUESTIONS WHICH SEEM NOT TO HAVE AGE ... ANSWERS!? THE PRIME CAUSE, WHAT, WHERE... THE TIME BEFORE THE TIME; TIME, MATTER, SPACE... CLOSE LINKS IN THE COSMOS; THEY CONCEAL AN UNIQUE MISTERY, THE RESEARCH OF WORLD'S ORIGIN; THE TIME BEFORE THE TIME.
DOOR
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
OPEN DOOR IN THE SKY, CLOSED BOOK IN THE HAND, I REVEAL THE EXTREME VERDICT, PERFECT, NOT HUMAN; LIVING RIVER FROM THE THRONE, FRUITS AND LEEVES AS GIFTS, NO MORE NIGHT FOR MANKIND; PERVERSE, IMPURE, WISE... VARIOUS BEHAVIOUR... THE DELIVERY OF WAGES; ALPHA AND OMEGA TOGETHER... SOMEONE HOPES FOR THE BEST, SOMEONE FEARS FOR HIS DESTINY; THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND, SHINING STAR IN THE MORNING; THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND, SHINING STAR IN THE MORNING.
TO CHEAT
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
THE OUTWARD APPEARANCE DOESN'T BETRAY EMOTION REMINDING THE ACTION; SELF BELIEF, PARADED COLDNESS IN ORDER TO HIDE THE GUILT; TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, VOICE, BODY REVEALS, IT COMMUNICATES DATA, THE SECRET IS REVEALED; THE CLEVER PLOT WAS UNMASKED, LIES TOLD WITH PREMEDITATION; THE CLEVER PLOT WAS UNMASKED, LIES TOLD WITH PREMEDITATION; YOU CAN ORDER YOUR BODY TO KILL, TO SHOT, TO HIT, BUT YOU CAN'T STOP THE FAST PULSE RATE, THE LABOURED BREATH OF ESCAPISM, YOU DON'T PERCEIVE THAT YOUR SKIN ISSUES HEAT; TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT; OR SOMEBODY CAN TEACH YOU TO DOMINATE THESE FUNCTIONS TOO; MAYBE IT'S EASY TO LIE TO HIMSELF, BUT... ON WHAT CONDITIONS? TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT.
TO TURN THE PAGE OVER
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, AMONG A LOT OF "IF"... HOWEVER, TOO MANY DOUBTS; (THE MAN MADE BY PAPER IS) DISCOURAGED, DEPRESSED... TO TURN THE PAGE OVER, OR NOT... TO RETURN TO THE START, OR TO GO FORWARD WITHOUT A DESTINATION, WITHOUT A "STOP"; MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY; THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, INTO HIS UMPTEENTH BAD DAY; TO CLOSE THE BOOK AND TO GO FORWARD; TO THROW ALL OUT, OR NOT; MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY; PERPLEXITY, OSCILLATIONS, CONSTANT EXHAUSTING CONFLICTS OFTEN MAKE HIM LOSE THE PLACE; THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, INTO HIS UMPTEENTH BAD DAY; (THE MAN MADE BY PAPER IS) DISCOURAGED, DEPRESSED... TO TURN THE PAGE OVER, OR NOT... MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY.
DIFFERENT COURSES
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
BROKEN NOTES IN THE AIR, UNREPETEABLE EMOTIONS; DAYS OF JOY AND ANGRY, OPPOSITE MOODS. HOW, ARRIVING AT A FORK, OUR DESTINY DIVIDES; HOW MANY COVERED KILOMETERS, BUT NOW WE MUST GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS.
I WILL RECOVER THE STRENGHT (THAT) I HAD IN TIMES PAST; IT WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF A MY CHANGE.
NEW REALITIES IN WHICH I COULD RELIVE FANTASTIC ADVENTURES; NEW RAINBOWS TO CATCH.
TO BE SILENT
(L. & M.: Claudio Faggion)
THE ANXIETY OF THE DIFFICULT PRESENT STEALS DREAM FROM FUTURE, INCAPABLE OF UNDERSTANDING THE MEANING OF SEVERAL SCENES DURING OUR EARTHLY LIFE, TO ACCUMULATE RICHES IN THE UNCERTAINTY OF THE HARVEST ; THE WIND KNOCKS TREES, THE BUD ENDURES; FROM SIXTH HOUR TO NINTH HOUR, STRAINED DARKNESS OVER ALL THE COUNTRY; THE GOOD DOESN'T GENERATE NOISE, THE NOISE SOMETIMES DOESN'T DO GOOD; TRUTH IMPOSES ITSELF, IT OPENS EVERY CLOSED DOOR; CONSCIENCE ACCUSES OUR FALSE KNOWLEDGE; OFTEN THE WISDOM CONSISTS IN KEEPING SILENT.
LANDS
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NO-MAN'S LANDS, EMPTY SPACES TO STUFF, DISTANCES TO FILL; MEMORY, PRESENT, CHANGES; COLOURS, TASTES, NOISES; THOUGHTS, WORDS, SILENCES, OMISSIONS, PASSIONS, WORLDLY TREASURES, RAGS FROM CLOTHES, CELESTIAL PURPOSES; AUTHOR, VICTIM AND TORTURER, CREATURE WHO HOLDS VARIOUS PARTS; ONE POINT INTO THE INFINITE STRAIGHT LINE, THE COURSE OF LIFE; EMPTY SPACES TO STUFF.
LAY DOWN THE SCEPTRE
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
SHOW ME YOUR EYES WHEN YOU CHALLENGE ME; DUELS OF OFFENCES, DOES YOUR MASK GIVE YOU COURAGE? YOU ARE AFRAID YOUR WEAKNESSES APPEAR, COWARDLY LIES; IS THE ARROGANCE YOUR ENERGY? SLAVE OF A FALSE AND WRONG KINGDOM, THE TRUTH WORRIES YOU; FEW UNCERTAINTIES, AND YOUR THRONE TOTTERS; HYPOCRISIES OF YOUR FALSE CREED, VENGEANCES, GRUDGES... THROW OFF YOUR MASK AND LAY DOWN THE SCEPTRE!
BEFORE THE TIME
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
QUESTIONS WHICH SEEM NOT TO HAVE AGE ... ANSWERS!? THE PRIME CAUSE, WHAT, WHERE... THE TIME BEFORE THE TIME; TIME, MATTER, SPACE... CLOSE LINKS IN THE COSMOS; THEY CONCEAL AN UNIQUE MISTERY, THE RESEARCH OF WORLD'S ORIGIN; THE TIME BEFORE THE TIME.
DOOR
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OPEN DOOR IN THE SKY, CLOSED BOOK IN THE HAND, I REVEAL THE EXTREME VERDICT, PERFECT, NOT HUMAN; LIVING RIVER FROM THE THRONE, FRUITS AND LEEVES AS GIFTS, NO MORE NIGHT FOR MANKIND; PERVERSE, IMPURE, WISE... VARIOUS BEHAVIOUR... THE DELIVERY OF WAGES; ALPHA AND OMEGA TOGETHER... SOMEONE HOPES FOR THE BEST, SOMEONE FEARS FOR HIS DESTINY; THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND, SHINING STAR IN THE MORNING; THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND, SHINING STAR IN THE MORNING.
TO CHEAT
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THE OUTWARD APPEARANCE DOESN'T BETRAY EMOTION REMINDING THE ACTION; SELF BELIEF, PARADED COLDNESS IN ORDER TO HIDE THE GUILT; TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, VOICE, BODY REVEALS, IT COMMUNICATES DATA, THE SECRET IS REVEALED; THE CLEVER PLOT WAS UNMASKED, LIES TOLD WITH PREMEDITATION; THE CLEVER PLOT WAS UNMASKED, LIES TOLD WITH PREMEDITATION; YOU CAN ORDER YOUR BODY TO KILL, TO SHOT, TO HIT, BUT YOU CAN'T STOP THE FAST PULSE RATE, THE LABOURED BREATH OF ESCAPISM, YOU DON'T PERCEIVE THAT YOUR SKIN ISSUES HEAT; TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT; OR SOMEBODY CAN TEACH YOU TO DOMINATE THESE FUNCTIONS TOO; MAYBE IT'S EASY TO LIE TO HIMSELF, BUT... ON WHAT CONDITIONS? TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT, TO CHEAT.
TO TURN THE PAGE OVER
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, AMONG A LOT OF "IF"... HOWEVER, TOO MANY DOUBTS; (THE MAN MADE BY PAPER IS) DISCOURAGED, DEPRESSED... TO TURN THE PAGE OVER, OR NOT... TO RETURN TO THE START, OR TO GO FORWARD WITHOUT A DESTINATION, WITHOUT A "STOP"; MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY; THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, INTO HIS UMPTEENTH BAD DAY; TO CLOSE THE BOOK AND TO GO FORWARD; TO THROW ALL OUT, OR NOT; MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY; PERPLEXITY, OSCILLATIONS, CONSTANT EXHAUSTING CONFLICTS OFTEN MAKE HIM LOSE THE PLACE; THE MAN MADE BY PAPER GOES ON, FRAGILE, INTO HIS UMPTEENTH BAD DAY; (THE MAN MADE BY PAPER IS) DISCOURAGED, DEPRESSED... TO TURN THE PAGE OVER, OR NOT... MISTAKES, TWISTED VISIONS, ILLUSIONS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GLARES OF LIGHT IN THE FOG, WANDERING WITHOUT CERTAINTY.
DIFFERENT COURSES
(L. & M.: Paolo Faggion)
BROKEN NOTES IN THE AIR, UNREPETEABLE EMOTIONS; DAYS OF JOY AND ANGRY, OPPOSITE MOODS. HOW, ARRIVING AT A FORK, OUR DESTINY DIVIDES; HOW MANY COVERED KILOMETERS, BUT NOW WE MUST GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS.
I WILL RECOVER THE STRENGHT (THAT) I HAD IN TIMES PAST; IT WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF A MY CHANGE.
NEW REALITIES IN WHICH I COULD RELIVE FANTASTIC ADVENTURES; NEW RAINBOWS TO CATCH.
