just die, just die, just die, just die

she always sets a trick
and makes him think things
he abhors, and feels sick
about thinking about thinking such things

Menelaus does all she says
but he wants to make love
and he doesn't either
but he does somehow

[Heidegger, in german:]
"the meditation on the history
of western philosophy has shown me
that in the past, one question 
did never appear:
the question of being"

he doesn't either
but he does somehow

but she keeps on slipping
away
from those dreary rooms
and writes high-pitched letters
to let him know that she, she, she
will never never return to being
one of his companies

but they always get back and start it all, all over again
but they always get back and start it all, all over again

monotony

i can climb on dragons
everytime i want

who needs to comprehend
their own soul

they are all going to perish
in the snow
between the worms and holes
but they still believe

in some sort of powerful being
but the bells will come for them all

the bells, pt. 1

glitchy pianos
are my only breakfast

corrupt sounds and files
leave me on the ground every morning
feeling dull and unmoving
as if pierced by hundreds of tiny ice needles

but lovers aren't capable of deciding whether
they want to keep on strolling together or not

'cause we all are used to
chewing cables and radios from houses of the modern men.
we are spinning around, giving up to the eternal dance.



she drops eerie lies in a white night
yesterday's sun looks so dull, now

her face is like the pale circle on the starry background behind it
the circle we all see every time we realize
we are restless flames drunk of joy on the hills

but we're walking around in the park for some time
to complete me

(modern love)

have you ever talked
to your little demon,
the one that's always
there for your prayers?

he and the Hedgehog
they keep looking
for allies
to help me create my own
path

jogging helps thinking
yes it does

they are walking around
in the park for some time
to complete me

they are walking around
in the park for some time
to complete me

i should be walking around 
in the park for some time
to complete myself

i gotta find
my soul, my mind
my heart, my spine
my most insignifcant little detail

i should be walking around
in the park for some time
to complete myself

everyday instants

oh oh oh

there's a parking lot behind the store
and in the lot there's a little more
here it comes the king of moans
but he always breaks his crown

'oh, but you come back to me
to get your daily dose.
a little trick
and you're already gone.'
ticking clocks and dripping drops
share a common trait
they both tease
any stranger that passes by and takes a shot.

there's a gentle snowman at the door
i could ask him how the hell came so close
but we see the sun, and he starts to melt
just like your brain when you dig that pack

unspoiled shapes dance in front of me
they turn and whirl until he comes home

oh, but you come back to him
to get your daily dose.
a little trick
and you're already gone.
ticking clocks and dripping drops
share a common trait
they both tease
any stranger that passes by and takes a shot.

fight, struggle, strive
try to ward off the hit
you've been recuited anyways
now you get to play

now, your part is a bit tedious
'cause you have to jump and scrawl and scream through the whole stage
but in the end it's a fair play
its playwright was lunatic anyways

oh, but you come back to him
to get your daily act.
a little trick, an accident
and you're already dead.

weeping boys and clever writers
share a common trait
they both tease
any stranger that passes by and fucks a bot.

the show is over now.

je est un autre

i could have climbed on dragons
every time i wanted
i could have climbed on dragons
every time i wanted

i happen to see
something that there's not
i still believe that 'me'
is something more that just a breeze

i let my inner flows break the levee
and jump off the spinning train
and i stop thinking at last
what a blast
what a blast

i come in peace for meat
juicy, unhealthy meat
to get stuck down my throat
and choke along

a quieter star

lighthouse

if you had to jump
would dare take the shortcut
you were shown when you were just five,
get to the bridge and dive?

if you could confess
every murder you have planned
would you strum your inner strings
get a noose and pass it along?

scratch it away
scratch your spirit away
it has become more crimson
than a billion carnations
it needs some refining
just bring it to our chief
he'll make sure
that you'll eternally play

the bells, pt. 2

metempsychosis

the greatest void in the world
stretches out of your coat
you might want to place it back
back inside your flat skull

tiny dragons sneak around
and dive right through you chest
and so it bursts again, that sound,
and you're forced to mock the jest

they take up their massive sneakers
they dash among the trees
and so they begin to rack their brains
sneering

trying to fill you is more than a task
its impossibility is almost unbearable
to them it's just like filling a flask
they're at a loss

they need some fresh air to think
so they are...

walking around in the park 
for some time to complete me
walking around in the park 
for some time to complete me

swimming around in the pool 
for some time to complete me
walking around in the pool 
for some time to complete me

walking around
biding your time
letting it shine
saving a dime
masking the blind
preaching the kind
hiding you're fine
missing a rhyme

walking around
waking aloud
walking around
walking around
walking around
walking around
waking allowed
waking aloud
waking allowed
waking aloud

walking around in the park
for some time to complete me

àlgos

algos

My love for post-experimental neo-avant-garde field recordings led me to making indie songs. I come in pieces from Italy, and I bring you all some post-rock-influenced, alternative and indie music to play whenever you feel tired, dull, weary, joyful, mad, or for when you feel just fine.

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