That's Enough

It’s late baby boy (we gotta go home)		
You’d better say goodbye to your friends, 
You see they’re gonna play that game without you on their side
But don’t mind
That’s just how it goes.
You damned silly boy (left all alone)
Take my advice: stand up,
Pack your bags and forget the things you’ve just tried
Don’t think twice
It won’t be long.
My dear cunning boy (I’m calling the roll)
And you guessed right:
Your heart is just about to do without those tiring nights
How time flies! You’ll forget it all.

They’re filling the void (an awkward black hole)
You left in their mind.
They cried every bitter tear to fight the fear of staying alive
Just survive! Means nothing at all.

Where are you now? 
“He is gone, really gone”.
That’s enough.
Where are you now? 
“He is gone, really gone”
And now there’s nothing louder as your voice.


[To Gilbe]
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That's Enough

Il Mostro (3rd movement) - Andante arrabbiato

In the church everybody's starving
as long as sunday comes
In the church everybody's starving
as long as prayers are sung
In the church people's feelings are hidden
and there's no one that sees it all, except the children
In the church you got to be a villain
you must be a sinner to come and see the healer.

[CHORUS]
Hey brother
it's such a long time since we saw each other?
Hey brother
are you sure you don't wanna be in that number?
My mother
told me to turn the other cheek to my godfather.
Your mother
is the reason why you're not a true believer and neither a good brother.

In the Church there's a mighty love
in which the role of faith is like the rule of law.
In the Church there’s no time for love makers
that don't procreate as well as Pope said it.
In the Church they got no treats for chicks
but nice tricks for priests who likes to deal with kids.
You'd better not disagree, man
erase your doubts and come to see us next weekend.

[CHORUS]

Andante arrabbiato (3rd movement)

Since I left (you always found me guilty)
I just tried to forget
that I've buried my father by myself.
On my grave (you'll never ever find it)
I will write with my hands
“Here rests a man who God has never ever met”.

[CHORUS]
You all take my side, no way
You want to blast my pride away
You know I've sacrificed no faith
cause I've crucified my pain.

Now, I can understand
that givin' up it's not so bad
I'm pickin' up my car
and leave the country with my son.

[CHORUS]

Allegro vivace (8th movement)

Lyrics

"SACHER"
Eat a lot, eat a lot
all the candies in the box
like the colors of the clothes on the scene.
What is that red big nose?
Comes and goes, not so close,
now invites you to play hide-and-seek.

Clowns are just grabbin' your arms
Clowns are just grabbin' your arms
Clowns are just grabbin' your arms
Clowns are just grabbin' your arms
You feel like you'll never fight that fear.

Hit the mole, hit the mole,
smash her head down on the floor.
Push away the shades of tonight's dream.
Creepy smile, candy corn,
nervous laughter for sure.
Wonder why mama brought you right here.

Clowns are just grabbin' your arms
Clowns are just grabbin' your arms
Clowns are just grabbin' your arms
Clowns are just grabbin' your arms
You feel like you'll never fight that fear.

It all began when my baby left
nothing seemed to comfort my soul.
I met her in an Austrian hotel
she was certainly my sweatest love.

Could it be the taste of apricot
could it be the fresh whipped cream on top
I can't live without your calorie bomb.
Could it be the German name you got
Could it be the way you dress-up
You're my sweet cherry love.

Have another slice
and you'll find a way of life
in the smile of a pie.

But sometimes, even my teeth ache
I feel my aching heart
But I know we'll never be apart
nothing can erase the fact you're positively mine (so)

Could it be the taste of apricot
could it be the fresh whipped cream on top
I can't live without your calorie bomb.
Could it be the German name you got
Could it be the way you dress-up
You're my sweet cherry love.

Have another slice
and you'll find a way of life
in the smile of a pie.
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(Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Black Hill Studio)

Picture by Il Mostro

Sacher

CARGO POPEYE (Song Lyrics)

Ready, steady, go! Get up and nab it.
It’s on the table, don’t think it’s a bad habit.
Bite it, chew it! Now you’re into it.
Forget you’re not a guest, you can do it!
Ready, steady, go! Get up and nab it!
Sour or sweet, we all know you gotta get it.
Hungry devil, Engulf and Devour!
Swallow your pride and you will come full circle.
Test your capacity.
Ready, steady, go! Get up and nab it.
You’re a bad egg they expect you to get it.
Bite it, chew it! Now you’re into it.
Forget you’re not a guest, you can do it!
Ready, steady, go! Get up and nab it!
Sour or sweet, we all know you gotta get it.
Hungry devil, Engulf and Devour!
Swallow your pride and you will come full circle.

Feed your stomach to feel alive.
There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.
Face the moment your meal's alive.
It doesn't take much to be a liar.
Nightmares on the fridge don't come.
Junk food under siege, done gone.
Join the stodgy fringe on time
Or you'll become an appetizer for dogs.

Prick your finger it is done, the Fair is on, enjoy the fun.
Feed the world, break the pig, Fair Trade's on to pay your bills.
Cause you called it a day, damn! You cooked the book and then you're running away again.
If you got nothing to say, then, say "nothing". And that will be the dish they'll prepare, man.
Prick your finger it is done, the Fair is on, enjoy the fun.
Feed the world, break the pig, Fair Trade's on to pay your bills.

Don’t think it’s all my fault, don’t think it’s all my fault.
Don’t think it’s all my fault.

I’m alone and full of all I’ve done. I am bored of heavy loads.
And while I’m crawling and spitting on my Lord I sing and move along.
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Il Mostro Production 2015.
Directed and edited by Il Mostro & Lucia Fontana.
Concept by Il Mostro.
Song recorded, mixed and mastered by Il Mostro.
Special thanks to Giulia Turconi, Gianluca Porro, Giorgio Turconi, Fabio Zago (drums recording), Letizia Gallucci, Davide Martelli.
Powered by "Rocky & Wave Railroad", "AB Caronno Softball", "Four Cats".

Cargo Popeye (New Single)

The Phantom of Jealousy

He said my love she’s no good for me 
he said that it’s something not easy to see. 
“The way she betrays you with so many men
it’s something that you will never understand. 
I’m a friends of yours, you know / she gives not your kind of love 
I’m a friends of yours, she won’t / never let you really know. 
I’m a friend of yours, you know / I’m a friend of yours, you know. 
Spit it out! I bet you’re spyin’ on your honey. 
I know that she looks better when she’s horny. 
And how it is when she meets her former lovers 
you know it seems like it is not really over. 
I’m a friends of yours, you know / she gives not your kind of love. 
I’m a friends of yours, she won’t / never let you really know.”
Here comes the doubt, here comes the doubt. 
The doubt comes in. 
Here comes the doubt, here comes the doubt. 
I really don’t mind what you’re tryin’ to say to me. 
You give me a reason to believe it’s truly / the phantom of jealousy, no. 

[CHORUS] 
Every man deserves a serious problem and they use to call it “woman”. 
Every man deserves a serious problem and they use to call it “woman”. 
Every man deserves a wife to try to take her by surprise. 
When you say “someone said” then you’re sayin’ nothing. 
Everything you say, every move you make, every picture you take 
I’ll be watching you, I’ll be stalking you. 
Everything you say, every move you make, every picture you take 
I’ll be watching you, I’ll be stalking you. 

[CHORUS] 
Every man deserves an handkerchief to hand back with some blood upon it. 
Every man deserves a moment to freak out and forget that is over.  
Every man deserves the right to choose and use the right knife. 
When you say: “Iago said”, man, I start laughin’ 

‘cause life is simply beautiful 
when something reminds me of you 
and you get that feeling too. 
‘cause life is simply beautiful 
when something reminds me of you 
and you get that feeling too.


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The Phantom of Jealousy

Il Mostro (5th movement) - Allegro con brio

Lookin' for a way to save my bones left
Showin' you my pain with my hands, but you don't care
Nothin' on my head, you said I'm a poor homeless
Fallin' through the days you spend, “Who's that man? Looks like sand”

I hope that you know the reason why you walk so fast
You can be so busy and glad 'cause your clothes don't smell
Givin' to your son the answer: "He's a poor homeless"
somethin' brings you back the question: "Who's that man? Looks like sand"

Who's that man that can't be a man?
Leave him there
Who's that man that can't be a man?
Why so sad
Who's that man that can't be a man?
Must be mad
Who's that man that can't be a man?
Might be dead


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Allegro con brio (5th movement)

Il Mostro (7th movement) - Largo solenne

The seeds you threw they grew up on their own.
You see it’s true now that you come home.
And all the things you used to leave
without a reason are now complete.
You hide your worries behind your pride
of being a man who said his last goodbye.
Your eyes are open wide
but they got no time to shine.

Save me, save me.

You’ve been a sailor and I’m at a standstill
I need your instinct not to dry up here.
To live a wonderstanding side
and leave an ever pending life.

Save me, save me

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Largo solenne (7th movement)

Il Mostro (2nd movement) - Allegro brillante

I'm knocking at your door
won't you let me come in?
Shhh...
Everybody's sleepin'
I'm peekin' through your door
you know what I'm waitin' for.
Well it's not so cold
my shivering lady
Walkin' into your room
There is just one thing
I got to know:
are you scared of wolves?
I mean the black one
‘cause you met the bad one
who likes to share
but always want it rare.
Please        
don't scream.
It would be good for nothing
and you'll be good for me!

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Allegro brillante (2nd movement)

There she blows! (Ahab's Dream)

Wake me, toss me out my slumber, shake my bed!
You’re the ever-rolling wave and I deserve no rest!
Millions of shades, shadows, drowned dreams,	
somnambulisms, living souls, lie dreaming, reveries.	
Darkness leaping out of light, leaping out of thee!	
I’m darkness blowing up my mind, blowing on the sea!	
Lightning in my memories flashes through my skull,	
I feel the ache, the ache of mine eye-balls.
My whole beaten brain’s trying to behead me	
Yet blindfold, shipmates, will I talk to thee:

There she blows!
There she blows! 
There she blows! 

There's some that's bound for New York town
and some that’s bound for France.
And some that's bound for Bengal Bay
to teach them whales to dance.
Heave away me Johnny, heave away
Heave away me Johnny, heave away
Heave away me Johnny, we're all bound to go…

Hammers, bits of plank, lances and harpoons
follow my eyes inside my doom!
Wave me, damned whale, then take me down with you!
I never think, I only feel you!
And I baptize myself into the name
of the vengeance, the sea, and the sperm whale!

There she blows!
There she blows!
There she blows! 
There she blows! 

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There She Blows! (Ahab's Dream)

Il Mostro (4th movement) - Prestissimo

(Childtime)
Nasty man in black will come
(By now)
Keep on playing and smile
(Tonight)
If you wait a little while
(Goodnight)
He will chop you with his chopper. (x3)

Hush little baby, don't say a word,
mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
If that mocking bird don't sing,
mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
If that diamond ring turns brass,
mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.
If that looking glass is bloodstained,
there is something very very strange.

Hush little baby, relax and dream
papa's gonna talk about you on the TV.
All the eyes on you, for you the best,
grandma's gonna show her brand new breast.
Granpa's trying to dress to the nines
seems very fat, but looks so nice.
You can see that mama's crying for real:
Monster in town, was a really big deal (x2)

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Prestissimo (4th movement)

Voice, guitar, bass, drums and an ukulele. That's it.

IL MOSTRO was born by parthenogenesis in Como (Italy).
On February 2011 four musicians and friends decide to exploit some ideas, matured after the in-studio and live experience with their own bands (Nemesi, Vintage violence, La fine del mondo, Multidimensional smoking trees, Züüngar).
They try to sew shreds of opposing musical influences.
Il Mostro likes sugar candy, but to keep it at bay it's advisable to use the shovel.

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