
There‘s no time to understand
you could only say it’s ephemeral
butterfly life, peak of light

Seems sublime – divine
as the stars above – feel it
but no one day may come again
My thirst, my urgency – what is their meaning  

There‘s no way to decelerate
to rewind this drift of galaxies
So fragile but mine, peak of light

Seems sublime – divine
as the stars above – feel it
but no one day may come again
My thirst, my urgency – what is their meaning  

Cast aside the fate
and the will above –  what is the remnant 
that no one day, oh no one day may come again
My thirst, my urgency – what is their meaning  

"Some time ago revelation poured on me:
dominated by the finite is life
our diary pages are numbered
and contain exactly that many dawns
that will catch and amaze us awake, 
so as that definite number of times
we’ll love physically someone,
or eat our favourite dish,
or look in the mirror, or a beloved one
will hold us tight before leaving us forever.
that number of times, not one more.
What a grand misunderstanding
to have believed for years 
that we were talking about infinite numbers,
open systems, expectations of new things
not intended to ever become extinct,
but to recur again and again..."

www.mergingcluster.com 

Gabriele Marconcini - vocals 
Gianfilippo Innocenti - guitars
Emiliano Galli - keyboards
Roberto Manzani - bass
Marco Casalini - drums



Peak Of Ephemeral Light

Great day of memories - day for memories
as the sun is shining
through the trees and through the mist
that’s fading away – fading away
 
Perfect day for a child - what a day for a child
to play in the garden
raisin’ empires in his hands
and spaceships in mind - spaceships floating in his mind
 
Vessels sailed long ago - for the journey of a life
upon the oceans
where clouds are made of dreams - neverending...
 
But the tides are turning - seas and skies are changing
approaching the line
Now my eyes are burning - will the heart keep on pounding
while crossing the line ?
See the whole world’ s turning - seas and skies are breaking
approaching the line
 
More and more are distant - the shores of memories
while the sand is falling
through the neck of hourglass
it’s falling away – falling away
 
Perfect day for a man - what a day to become a man
to play the main role
to take the first command
while it’s darkening - winds of storm are gathering…
 
But the tides are turning - seas and skies are changing
approaching the line
Now my eyes are burning - will the heart keep on pounding
while crossing the line ?
See the whole world’ s turning - seas and skies are breaking
approaching the line
Bound to find the strength now - perchance even the faith
I’m crossing the line

www.mergingcluster.com 

Gabriele Marconcini - vocals 
Gianfilippo Innocenti - guitars
Emiliano Galli - keyboards
Roberto Manzani - bass
Marco Casalini - drums


The Shadow Line

There is a man that’s around with my face
now he’s wearing my body,  all the habits good laced
I think he’s living my life, I’m apart
but for sure I’m the real one, exiled from the land
 
now he seems speaking aloud with my voice
but instead of a speech, no sound comes out at all
I think I can hear if I concentrate
but I don’t recognize what he preaches and believes
 
what I’ve become – I cry and fall
the search for more goes on
 
There is a man that’s around in my place
but with nothing to do with what ought to be
Maybe he is the result of my life
but for sure not the one I intended to be
 
the design I conceived, with all dreams, plans and means
and all his beliefs
now is only dead paper on a drafting machine
left alone in a hall to dust
…………stardust obscured by eclipse eternal…
 
There is a man in front of my face
we share the body,  maybe the pain
has been my double for the time of my life
sure the mirror is not telling a lie
now he‘s whispering out with my voice
but instead of a breath a shout comes out at all
 
what I’ve become – I cry and fall
the search for more – I fear it’s gone the way wrong
what I’ve become – I cry and fall…forever more
 
the black of depth instead of grace - condensed pitch instead of air
the sound of steps instead of wings - fall of leaves instead of spread
naked violence instead of word - the body is dirt instead of pure
the will is chained instead of free - and only mind it holds the key again
shut are eyes for pain…
 
the weight of rain instead of cloud – look for the cure but in despair
the sound of mess instead of tune – wait the dawn when night’s beginning
only violence there ‘s no rhyme – I am dirt instead of pure
and lie in chains instead of free – when the key is near to me, again
shut are eyes for pain
 
what I’ve become – I cry and fall………


www.mergingcluster.com 

Gabriele Marconcini - vocals 
Gianfilippo Innocenti - guitars
Emiliano Galli - keyboards
Roberto Manzani - bass
Marco Casalini - drums



Subjective Doubles Syndrome

On quiet squares of stone
your absence spreads fragrance
dwelling in the opaque jade of olive – so alive
And through the hanging clothes
calm breeze whistle along the sides of the face – what a grace
Your presence asks permission
and folds the corn, and passes away
moving the veil, stream of clean clouds
Elapsing with the hours
I am dazed – I’m amazed
 
The vault of day as the nave
at highest declination
and highest altitude above the horizon
Increasing light, the Gate of Men
ascension on the ecliptic
complete regeneration of whole life
The vault of day as the nave
cathedrals on the ocean
and caravans of  new-born islands
 
Embrace the day feeling safe
at highest contemplation
so high that you can see the whole horizon
Approaching now the Gate of Men
ascetic and realistic
complete the restoration of whole life
Embrace the day feeling safe
a walk upon the ocean
a glide back into your awaking mind
 
you are growing in my arms
while breathing in my mouth
desire once untold
afraid to cause you pain
since the day you gave me the gift undeserved
so undeserved – I’m so unprepared…
 
Your presence asks permission
and folds the corn, and passes away
moving the veil, stream of clean clouds
a walk upon the ocean
a glide back into your awaking mind


www.mergingcluster.com 

Gabriele Marconcini - vocals 
Gianfilippo Innocenti - guitars
Emiliano Galli - keyboards
Roberto Manzani - bass
Marco Casalini - drums



Gift Undeserved

Merging Cluster is born during a cold month in Florence in 2010. 
It's a certain kind of rock that takes shape from the union of Gabriele Marconcini (Biofonia) vocals, Marco Casalini (Trigono, Profilo, Underskin) drums, Gianfilippo Innocenti (Chaos Venture) guitars, Emiliano Galli (Esterhazy, Biofonia) keyboards and Roberto Manzani bass.
The development of the project is slow and difficult, but determined. The group records under the direction of Fabio Cenni at Banshee Studio, which was put together again at the time by Emiliano Galli. They then decide to put themselves in the hands of Tommaso Bianchi's White Sound Studio for mastering.
Plans for 2014 include the release of an EP with four self-produced tracks, and live performances.

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