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Bet on e-era
03:33
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Easy confinements are kindly brutal on me
please give me a safe place where I can burst
my hollow bones are good for nothing against your steel
I overslept, I lost my car, how did I get here?!
Don't bother, I'll be fine like the first time that I was robbed
I made my moves so loud and obvious, and I'll respond
I'll be up that hill waiting days and nights
if you come search for me you'll be late, like a dozen years
who said I had a choice...?
As the reverse-speaking man once told me "oid o'crop"
when I get hit, I don't get cranky
just more focused on my needs
I think I'm going to listen this time
If I forget to care, just don't mind
Don't preach what you can't hide here
in these deserted lands
if you really have to be different, go ahead
Hey...hi...old glooms
old bonds reveal the truth
next time maybe first give a call
I can wait, wait and smile
relatively, calm and bright
Rising sunshine, in every word
wave and smile, mechanically
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Panpo, the destroyer
03:30
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I'm your brand new host
Do you wonder why, it’s not so cozy in here
There was a time I was feeling holey,
longing for cataclysms
For what it's worth I always stood for you,
a safe place to hide from everything
If I insist, may I just watch you?
I'd like to see what you do
Some sacred words are just so comforting,
you’d better check the meaning first
If time is cracked, memories bleached,
our paths won’t cross once more
I could hardly breathe in there,
even though I’ve seen blue skies
I trick the deck and count the cards,
it’s the only way not to lose
Far from reaching peaceful roads,
always on time to go nowhere
I shall hold.
Sometimes pink clouds turn into hailstorms
without an obvious reason
The simple fact you can sit on your balls
proves there’s no god in heaven
Little silly secrets always kept me dry,
I’m clearing out, while running out of time
Have you considered, maybe I was not so wrong?
Let’s party hard, let’s thrive like flies
If time is cracked, memories bleached,
our paths won't cross once more
I could hardly breathe in there,
even though I've seen blue skies
I trick the deck and count the cards,
it's the only way not to lose
Far from reaching peaceful roads,
always on time to go nowhere
I shall hold!
I won’t make it, but I'll get better
I won’t make it whole, but I'll get better
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Fainting goat
02:58
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In the rush hour of unconstructive ideas
I know I’m easy to blame, let’s say that I wasn’t there
For every time I rushed in, proving no control
I’m not a gambler, I know, but I get quickly bored
No one heard cause nobody cares
I’m sure I had the time, I know there was a place
Prove myself wrong while stuck in a cage
only if I could...whatever...
Oh, please, just a minute.
One part of stardust, one part of blind hope
keep cool to kill the thrill, stop trying to seal the deal
Add just another "Show me what you can do"
I’m just a fainting goat, I’m scared, I run, I’m out
Hey, you, keep track of all my best mistakes
Are we brave enough to embrace the discomfort
when nothing is there to be solved?
I’ll go search for help (to) conceal the disaster
but please don’t tell anyone
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4. |
Chemtrails
03:43
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I'd take a break from myself
I've heard
(human) standards are getting low
I'll hop on
Cheap tricks I've pulled
poor enough to work well
as that time I played dead
not to admit I'd rather be someone else
Circumstances are glitchy, far from what is worth
every piece won't find its place just on its own
all I can remember is the touch of who has left
anything won't be the same as we pretend
Take care of compulsions, restless and blind,
senseless contractions made me who I'm now.
Face the grace of ancient wounds, create destroyers
fail your real face, reveal what's behind.
I would rest in peace but I need to move
if I'm forced to stop I won't make it through
I would rest in pills but I shall refuse
let me be wrong, let me be a recluse
bail me out from reality, I drawn in cold facts
I'm so sorry I've never started what I've said I'd do
Turn the view of crumbling castles in something positive
All the anxieties left behind a never time ago
What's the matter with uncertainties,
wrapped in shiny clothes, the moment we get scolded
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I’ve gone way too far this time
along the river, deep down into the sewer,
where the time doesn’t flow and it’s stuck
at the exact moment of big mistakes.
I’ve seen animals I didn’t know,
some kind of rats, or beavers, or moles,
or grundhougs.. grondhugs.. groundhogs.. whatever.
I’ve never been good at animals.
I could see the shape of something under the dirt,
on the opposite bank,
if I wasn’t so clumsy I could almost reach it.
It could have been a hidden treasure,
a time capsule, a car whatever,
the rottening corpse of a cosmic-drug-recluse,
or maybe just a stone.
In my next life I’m gonna be that stone,
so better stop moving and start hardening, now.
Boulder, rock, pebble, gravel.
It’s time to go back to the mineral age.
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6. |
Carbon paper ghost
01:17
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It's a sense for disasters which I follow the most
I'm sorry I won't stop trying,
while showing you the worst
I'm a broken transmitter left behind on the moon
I'm so sorry that I've been nagging
about few bruises and a wound
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Give me back the days I wasted trying
to pile some rocks and call that home
to guess those roads that lead to somewhere special
I can swear at least somehow I tried
simple plans are often hiding thorns
and miscalculations of inner bleedings
I was busy chasing something shiny
I could not hear the bell that rang all night
I know you can shine, but I can burst
Don’t let the pitchforks rise above my moans
Holy fears for holy wounds
holy backfire, black sorcery
walking barefoot in a factory of splinters
I won’t be the chosen, the right one, I have no brave heart
in so many ways I failed to find guidance, on crooked sidewalks
it always takes a lot of concentration
I can’t remember if I can trust my sight
as the oracle of misfortune said
there’s not enough time to fix everything
it’s damaged I’d better let go
I’d better make space for sorrows that still have to come
Holy fears for holy wounds
friendly fire, surrendering
make sure that you have mistrusted me
Fall for nothing, count the losses
bomb the masses, encrypt all
make sure that your words sound misleading
Lock me in a demon’s sleep
if there’s nothing to stand for
fill the gap between me and graveyards
In my obsessions, simple equations
I can survive without tasting
I’d be better if I was a stranger
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8. |
Awkward words
03:10
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Do you remember that time
that you were there
and I was here and I said something?
I might have been wrong
or even right
or maybe just medium
but it was good that we talked!
You know what I think of that story
as if then...
in the end maybe?
I’m not sure if you got me right
I don’t know if I caught your attention
whatever you thought it might be, eventually it might not
Because sometimes when I say something
I might miss the point and hmm...
Forget it, forget it, next time I’ll be able to explain
Have you forgotten those days...?
What do you mean?
Do you say it never happened..?
However, it was clearly...
Hey, shut up!
It was just an example!
Wait, come on, don’t do that...
Even if.. yeah.. no..
It´s complicated
Whatever you say!
It’s a cozy surrender to the loss of all notions I’ve learnt
I beg you forgive my apathy, it seems like it’s just wrong for me
In the end it’s a matter of matters, what am I doing?
I’m just used to misinterpret
words and signs of any kind but I still
talk, to cover the silence, cover the void
with crumbling structures of senseless noises,
like a million years old preacher with no tongue
It’s fear of the silence
It’s fear of the void
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9. |
Lonely performer
03:50
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It’s the hard way to make peace
with crippling fragilities
face down and deny these clouds
follow through what makes you be fine
Like a tip tap dancer on the martian soil,
I’m a lonely performer longing for gravity and a smooth floor
If I was the director of the world
I’d make everything in flashy colors and blurry
you’d be out of sync, but just like you are,
or slightly less confusing but somewhere far away
It’s time to revive
forgotten apocalypses
keep in mind what you’ve lost
and what you could have done to preserve it
maybe just for a while
maybe till the end of your time
I know it could not be any easier
and perspectives are not something you choose
Lift your arm, wave, remind me of my name
save the date for the day I won’t return
How can we possibly fail?
How can we possibly have hope?
How come we do the same mistakes
Over and over and over?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing right next to you?
Is this an enchanted world we’ve made?
How can we define ourselves life forms?
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10. |
Asimov
03:48
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There was a weird man in my backyard
a crooked long neck like a giant stork
"What’s in there for me?" he whispered loud
to a faceless reptile hangman
It’s storming hard
a perfect weather
for an execution
by torture, in pain
Creepy whirly shapes up in the sky
but I remember I was colorblind
a rubber band around my ankles
irrelevant that nothing I describe is real
It was only a matter of
bad luck and sloppy plans
I understand it is not ideal
to embrace the now or never
I’m willing to vanish and take the blame with me
a handful of rockets to celebrate the extinction
you said healing it’s only a matter of time
I won’t call it a cure
It won’t make the trick to go far
fierce anxiety will return
you can try to paint new backgrounds
but in the end your head will fall
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I’ve never thought time could hurt,
minutes biting to my throat,
I can hear them screaming loud,
leaving no shelter to hide
All my friends have left home,
since the birds have flown northwards,
it can easily get too bright
for sore eyes and shaky hands
What have I done? What have I become?
In a century I’ll be done here,
folding nightmares to take home,
say no more, save the words
for the time there will be none
Feed your grief, give it tears,
go deep down where monsters sleep,
the most fearless source of freedom
you can gaze at all at once
What have I done? What have I become?
Have I been completely in denial?
Cracks in walls have been there the whole time.
I remember facing you over and over
and I could never ever survive
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Frana Milan, Italy
Frana is self-medication for bored angst riders.
Noisy post-punk with multiple meanings, multiple feelings.
You can reach us at:
frana.band_at_gmail.com
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