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Cuckoo
03:02
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Cuckoo
From the backseat of your car I considered your death
From the backseat of your life you prayed waiting for a crash
The windows were broken, the rain was all over our face
Counting the lampposts you haunted my thoughts like a ghost
Cuckoo, where have you gone?
Let your little love grow shining
I swear I will be a good boy
On your elbow there’s a map I drew you should follow
I swear I will be a good boy
There, on the roof where you kissed his wrist
(hidden like thoughts)
There, in the gutter, the cigs I found
(I’ll never tell mom)
There, where you told me “I’m not a goalkeeper”
(soaked in the backyard)
Here, where you leave me alone
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2. |
Old at Heart
05:07
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On the floor
Holding pencils like knives drawing something blue
Like a river, something you'd love
Sucking cores
From the peach of days that seems you never lived
Old at heart
Candy corn
You stole some of them from your grandma’s purse
She was dying you thought she was taking a nap
If your cheeks will mark ok
Take your blouse and come away
Clumsily concealed in your hair
I feel I can't love you more
Don't you know what it means?
How does it hurts?
Cover, embrace me
Untune my guitars (dance on my ruins)
But I know what you mean
I know how it hurts
When I sing "la la la la"
Come as you are
shook the stereo as we watched it falling down
Then from the bed you took my leg and your eyes
told me how much you hated that song or the blast, who knows
Then, from that bed, I heard your voice exactly
as I imagined it in my dreams
Then, from that bed, like in a squalid karaoke
I read the words jumping exhausted at me
I loved you as a friend
You loved me like a daughter
You took me like a mend
I'd not writhe if you're the tether
Stranded moves in stranded wards
I’ve borrowed you my candy stones
But I’ve loved you until the end
And I feel I can’t love you more
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3. |
Vesper Sparrow
04:14
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All that weight we carried on our shoulders
Too young
Two vesper sparrows we use to sing our worries
In the days' agony
Once more
All the time you spent connecting my failures
At least you devised canis minor
My cash register epiphanies, your deciduous smile
'bout my forgotten why
Once more
If I should fall
Sure I'll have done everything on my own
Oh baby, you're absolved
But if you should fall
Someone'll put my head in a bag and it'll rolls
How hilarious it would be if it'll knock at your door
Honey, not only hasn't it knocked at my door
The sparrows have begun from eyes then to the tongue
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4. |
Woody Woodpecker Theme
04:31
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If I could grab again onto this curtain
I would overfly the past
Landing where we still comprehended
Each other and shared the path
You kicked my ass on the stairs at school
There's no better way to learn osmosis
Then you saved it in the great kitchen fire
I pretended to be scared
But now, Prometheus
Your candle went out
(I've got nothing to help you)
Whistling the Woody Woodpecker theme just to wake us
Ninja turtles usual meal
Everyday as if it were the last one
We were grateful for our mother's indolence
You were hateful and our mother took offense
For every star mounted on your chest
I've seen one less on my ceiling
In that cage where you used to heal, you deceived us
From a hole we passed you feed and bill
From a hole we passed your feed and our bill
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5. |
Hypericum
05:49
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Shuffling the sceneries
Along the road to the mart
or just to let me spell "breeze"
I'm layin' still there
In your toffee flavored hatchback
Looking for the ring you entrusted me with
Proud of the Sunday hash
You let me scarf it down in your room
'til I soiled your tarot deck
As you were of your breast
"Put an ear on it to know if a lover is coming"
We still live there
in the house where I was born
I've just heard you ask me "hanky?"
We climbed our paper rocks
Relishing the sight from up there
We stayed for a while
Who falls on the mat maybe is not defeated
Who falls on the mat maybe is just wild
And then we met again
I was 31 - on my Saint's day so I felt like shielded
But despite all this
I saw you running out
With your basil mosquito repellent
You cried it on my knee
I paid there all my fees
In a hiccup you sprayed Howie's entire inheritance
But then we laughed a lot
About the jobs I cropped
and the masters you sent me to
And what about that policeman who used to read Plato
“He was married and younger”
When you were feeling sad
I saw you puttin' his hats on
The patient of a patient
Wounded beak of a superstructure
that nested in the basement
You turn off the light
In the middle of the stairs
and you throw me a rope
Wide tanned brow
Hypericum, come wrap my doom
My hands and feet now adorn your room
Like dried lavender in summertime
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6. |
The Orchard
03:59
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Oh Lord, what a shame
In the orchard you’ve blessed lust and seed
Then mom, as a joke
In a hay road she sent me out naked
But mom, as a dare
Became silent in an excess of care
All wrapped in my auntie’s arms
I saw the orchard swallowing her
My dad, no matter which
Scarecrow Johnny or Philippe le thief
Despite my auntie’s complaint
They left me an orphan or free
To soil myself in the lane
That nowhere going boat
And my half crown of thorns
A girl called Lola
A pair of old scrappy heads
I followed the path
Playing with a crooked fate
So I became the man I’m not
But by now it’s too late
If my seed was blank
Maybe it’s ‘cause my root was sick
I’m not worried ‘bout the son
I’ll meet him soon in the orchard
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Comet Dog
05:39
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Ivory towers, neon lights in
Skull and crossbones still give me nightmares
My dad bare-chested drove me to a safe place
my dad bare-chested drove me to a safe place
This room's so empty that I can't find space
This room's so empty that I can't find space
Will you be my gentle jailer? I'll do what John of the Cross did
Once I am free I'll follow my comet dog
And even if I found out that he's blind
I would trust him with feeling
I gave him my stone
I couldn't manage to do anything with
Salty marble of an always second little boy
Salty marble of an ever waiting opal boy
I'll turn around just to see my face again
Like a satellite we obeyed someone's rules
Equally strict are the venetian blind's rules
The bird ventured to flee and now it's beheaded
I know how he'll be missed
I know how he'll be missed
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8. |
The Crime Scene
04:56
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Hammering boards in the hut
Mike's white breath stabbed by a claw
As bright as what the eye of the dinosaur
Must have mistaken for Venus
Half of his tooth fell out, right in my bivouac
So that I could just beat my final retreat
But the war wasn't over and Mike has lots of teeth to give
Woken up by morning artillery
For how long have you been bleeding there
I've been hit many times in your absence
But I could still recognize your hiss among thousands
I miss you, my friend
Getting quite old to be found
Pam kept falling asleep on her fossils
I pointed at the right spot myself
They marked it out, the crime scene
Bisons, sea water, white crabs
She let them dig for a minimum wage
But the pay wasn't enough
And Pam couldn't have her things back
Dried up regrets
I'm still fishing in your tributaries
For how long have you been sitting there
I've been pleased many times in your absence
But I could still recognize your bite among thousands
I miss you, my friend
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9. |
Désirée
06:13
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Désirée, wet hair, cotton shirt
Désirée, the lost will be first
On my bed we fought ‘till death
On my bed we loved and forgot
Melt your spirit on the bonfire
Your heart by the shore
I would hunt you through the moonlight
Trembling stars above you
On my hands your will
Sweaty palm in blessed summer’s drone
Bit lips before you back home
On your bed you counted my scars
On your bed you soothed my defense
Now you’re leaving me all alone
In my pockets words and sand
I should sing to the ocean
Oh, if only I could hold you again
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10. |
Drunk Meridian
04:27
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One dart spent in the mirror
Did you ever feel the sound of nothingness
Kite-star trapped in this southern suite
A drunk meridian lost his route and cut us off
Three years to put you in the same brass frame
Did you ever tell "Now aim at me and try again"?
But my wall wasn't meant to resist
From the crack on your back we saw two like us
Did we lose something along the transcription
Exeunt omnes sounds to me so unfitting now
Four Salary apostles they palpate my arms and
I am a natural born porter
One, two, three, four babies: the last is a ghost
I've already sold my Guzzi for the second one
From Scylla to Charybdis my shadow line
I drank flood water in your Lady D's cup set
Underdogs caught resting in an undertow
A kiss on the forehead every pearl I found in the watermelon
Lights off in the cactus room
Someone lead a prayer, some dream 'bout the desert
Two night nurses to change the ribbon
So the elder's eulogy stained their white coat
You made a torch out of it to cross the scargate
And a rudder shaped clock to find our way around down here
I must've been fooled by some magnetic forces
To come back to your crack I've pledged all of my hair
The same could be told of our darts
The same could be told of their walls
We act like foreign bodies
The same could be told of our ghosts
The same could be told, but it weighs
We act like foreign bodies
We, foreign bodies
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Lamansarda Naples, Italy
Lamansarda is a Naples-based band with Antonio Acconcio on vocals, acoustic guitar and keyboards, Lorenza Acconcio on bass backing vocals, Fabrizio D'Andrea on electric guitar and Alessandro Bocchetti on drums and percussion.
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