Suede - Ether Twist (Tori Amos cover)

Prova microfono alla cazzo di cane. Testo pure sbagliato. Whatevah.

Epilogue (provaH2n)

Claire porta gli Alessi al Titanic Museum di Belfast.

Chiacchiere di viaggio - Titanic Museum

Demo strumentale di Bathys, voci in un futuro prossimo.
Instrumental demo of Bathys.

Forth, outlander
laws are tidal
would you tarry
would you hark?

We’re the poets
swayed by silence
troubadours of
lonesomeness

Stay and savor
barren darkness
Sanctuary
Soothing peace

If you drown, you...
If you leave us
nothing lingers
beyond the bow

Flee the darkness
Long for fire
Will you ever
Find new light?

Hadal sisters
Ward the system
Orrery of
Harmony

Cruise the threshold
Hear the oceans
cosmic violence
forges life

Bathys (no vocals demo)

New Demo.

Along the road of dusk
we once met two wives
one was young and fair of hair
the other was old and blind
They told us to beware
the King of every Hour
he can see us all, she said
I gave him our lamp
So I took off my robe
disguised me as a queen
watch me perform this magic
I swear you will not believe
And when he came I saw
he was the proudest thing
into his only eye I dived
forgot even my name
Never sweetest words
had reached my ears before
for him I would've given
the golden key to my heart
The truth has to be
so cruel to us, my queen
our love the purest pleasure
will be buried by dawn

At Dusk - Demo#2

A Wide Belt of Space (demo)

It’s a bit of a song I’m writing, this clip was recorded with my phone. I’m still learning how to play and sing decently simultaneously.

I never felt like I fully belonged to any of the art worlds, because I am not an illustrator, not a comic artist, not a writer, not a photographer, not a graphic designer, not a singer, not a piano player, not a composer. I always jump from one realm to the other when I need to, that’s who I am. I travel through arts with no labels on my skin, I never stay.

When I first started to take music classes I noticed that the musicians I met didn’t listen when I tried to compare music and visual arts. I liked to highlight the things they had in common, to find parallel between different forms of art. Often, the only answer musicians gave me was “Yeah but music is better” and I’ve grown frustrated with this mentality. For a person like me, curious and scholarly (despite my lack of academic training), it was really disappointing. I wanted to share my knowledge of visual arts just like they were giving me their musical knowledge, and when they didn’t listen to me it felt like a one way relationship, as if I didn’t have anything worthy or interesting to give them, despite the lifetime I’ve spent drawing and writing. So, their lack of interest inspired me the lyrics to this song. In a sense this is dedicated to my piano teacher, because at one point I really felt like we were speaking two different languages and while I was curious to learn to understand his, he didn’t care about mine, not even after years.

I do not know
where I belong
We do not peek
in foreign doors
I think you never got me
Hey boy, that’s ok

Your cant is unlike my cant
There’s no way out of this
Your ears and my eyes
Machinery of discord

If you are Mars’ dunes of moving sand
Then I’m Jupiter’s boiling storms
Then I’m Jupiter’s boiling storms

The clip isn’t the full song, with about the same structure it goes on like this.

And I see
we learned different ways
I thank those who believed
You meant nothing to me
You meant a world to my queen

If art’s a world within ourselves
Baby we’re living on distant planets
Baby we’re living on distant planets

A Wide Belt of Space (demo)

Follow the nightmare, flooded kingdom, drowned and sick. Enter the Garden, let it all out. Every line is a life, every note is a story: we are gods crafting the oddest world.

Cassini-Huygens