Try to figure It out 
a point in a wave,
and colours,
try to express herself, 

picking up and blowing dandelions. 
Running out scraps of nature and images of a lifetime
Stained by coffee, makeup and desire of run away
Under the sun with only a smile and a lump in the throat and singing

Cinderella where You go? I found your bootee alone, and I feel stupid going on with this in my hand.
Cinderella where You go? I lost my self in the fond of an empty bottle with no imagination.
I feel dumb, rotating all the lights with my kaleidoscopic eyes.
I feel stunned, I don’t believe in fables, GPS and millions peoples, I have to

Try to figure It out
a point in a wave, 
and colours
try to express herself, picking up and blowing
Dandelions.

Young Robert said:

Gin a body meet a body coming through' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body need somebody a cry?

Someone teared your thorns, one day, time ago
Your reflex for long was choppy
Every moron hates it when you call him a moron.
Also the least detail could be beautiful

If you catch it in the rye.
I could be a catcher; you could be the catcher.
Try to catch it in the rye.
I can be the catcher; you can be the catcher.

Please now escape with me
Hug me as the innocents
Kiss me if you want it now Sally

Please now escape with me
Hug me as the innocents
Kiss me if you want it now Sally

Try to figure It out
a point in a wave, 
and colours
try to express herself, picking up and blowing Dandelions.

Gin a body meet a body coming through' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body need somebody a cry?

3. Cinderella In The Rye

Please tell me what the hell do You smoke in the morning.
Cause all your phrases sound like a psychopathic.

Some words sound strange if You misunderstand. 
Bad pronunciation. Break a mirror. 7 years of scraps.
Call it as you want. Are You raining? No, just Smiling.
Let me smile in your language, please.

Came the autumn, I left all my leaves to start to fly. And find my way.

But It’s hard to 
find a person that pomp the volume of that radio song that you like to much. 
I am the kind of guy that You hate at first look; 
but defects of people make them tangibles. 
And We have a box full. 

Red hair, violet lips.
But if You fall to the ground after an air crash? 
Easy way, you are still alive because
Sky and space mingle with each other for a dreamer.

Crashes are collateral damages.
In a world of pillows.
How many battles ended rolling with you?
How many kisses ended with a stupid face? 

Came the autumn, I left all my leaves to start to fly. And find my way.

But It’s hard to 
find a person that pomp the volume of that radio song that you like to much.
I am one of that guys that You hate at first look; but defects of people make them tangibles. And We have a box full.

2. Please Tell Me

My lord

Winter is coming.
What are you going to say?
Falls the snow, the weather is cold.
Fear the dark. Wish for a light.

Winter is coming.
That’s what We are going to say.
United we are strong. Sign of the wolf.
What are you going to say?

1.Winter Is Coming

5 songs. 7 days. Time heals everything. [REPLAY]

Music

Written by: What If I Was The Ceiling
Mixed by: My I-phone 5 and me and Garage Band
Mastering: Izotope O-zone

Picture

Art Director: Guglielmo Zalukar [GZ]
Cover Art: Giorgia Perich [Gio.paci]

Lyrics

I remember when I was in high school 

Fake smiles. Plastic dolls. Following what seemed cool

A flock of ship. A swarm of bees.

No one wants to get left behind

Tests of strength. For a princess. One winner. One boss

So, who's the bull, matador?

Not me. I slept on bus with some music in my hears

Took my bag at stages. Didn't want to hold the coat in my hands.


I was bored about all the things 

Meet 1,2 time, 3, and then fall in love

I was bored about all the things 

Yes, we're only friends. Don't call me again, this is the end

I was bored about all the things 

Yes, we can have sex, 7 in a week, but you can't call me yours.

I was bored of caring about; 

'cause now I am out of fuck to give


Maybe I am the most useless one

But I am not the kind of boy

That you can call a life

And then forget like an old toy


Cause I need respect

I'm a jerk but I need respect


Now I grew up. You come back with your excuses 

I usually sleep on bus and take my bag at stages

Please leave me alone

All these things with those feels are making me insane. I have to put my fingers into my hears


Old or not. 

Now i Grew up

Nankurunaisa 

No more tears and no more fears


No more tears. No more blabla


I am bored about all the things

Meet 1,2 time, 3, and then fall in love

I am bored about all the things

Yes, we're only friends. Don't call me again, this is the end

I am bored about all the things 

Yes, we can have sex, 7 in a week, but you can't call me yours.

I am bored about all the things 

'cause now I am out of fuck to give


Maybe I am the most useless one

But I am not the kind of boy

That you can call a life

And then forget like an old toy 


I need.

Nankurunaisa

5 songs. 7 days. Time heals everything. [REPLAY]

Music

Written by: What If I Was The Ceiling
Mixed by: My I-phone 4 and me and Garage Band
Mastering: Izotope O-zone

Picture

Art Director: Guglielmo Zalukar [GZ]
Cover Art: Giorgia Perich [Gio.paci]

Lyrics

Peoples want to change without change their world.

Flowers grow in vertical. Since thirteen I don't 

Please is the world on the tip of the tongue

Reality embarrass me only on the dance-floor

Let's go to the mall. With a rocket-ship

If you will be the queen, can i be the king?

Friday night. I'm in love

I wish we could stop


'Cause babe. The violence of the weekend's end

Hits me like a snare is eaten by the rain.

Monday. Floating on the crowd i will try

To stop and breathe.


What if I am just being dramatic? 

Can I take off my shirt? Please my darling 

Life is a tattoo. A whisper in between 

Sun is the brighter light that I've ever seen 

A-B-C. What's the problem now?

I want to be a better person; tell me how.

Curiosity is a joke. Mentality's the line

The worst at saying goodbye 


But babe the violence of the weekend's end 

Hits me like a snare is eaten by the rain

Monday. Floating on the crowd I will try

To stop and breathe 


I am trying to be good. 

But it's not enough 

Everything looks strange and little darker

I say hello. You say goodbye. 

Why'd you have a gun pointed at my mind?

The Violence Of The Weekend

5 songs. 7 days. Time heals everything. [REPLAY]

Music

Written by: What If I Was The Ceiling
Mixed by: My I-phone 4 and me and Garage Band
Mastering: Izotope O-zone

Picture

Art Director: Guglielmo Zalukar [GZ]
Cover Art: Giorgia Perich [Gio.paci]

Lyrics

Trough the fire I walked and I felt the same

Cigarette on the hear. Flickle like a flame

Button down shirt. Leather jacket. Vintage lacquered hairs

Predator. Disco. Jungle. Magnetism. No escape.


Sunglasses indoor. Coca-cola. Music pumping trough the veins.

Bet the girl at the corner. Blue dress. Turquoise hairs.

Have you ever said no for the sake of saying no?

There's time and time. You think, you are. 


Now you be cool.

Nayubekoo 

You and yours bro.


Six strings. Low light. Sexy girl. Electric lady.

No war. Straight eyes. Feeling cool. Am i not, baby?

Shadow shapes. In the dark. I found the sunset on you back.

Peach juice on the rocks. I found the sunrise on you lips.


Sunglasses indoor. Coca-cola. Music pumping trough the veins.

You are my girl. I am your corner. Blue dress and turquoise hairs.

Have you ever said no for the sake of saying no?

There's time and time. You think you are. 


Now you be cool.

Nayubekoo.

Sunglasses indoor.

Nayubekoo

5 songs. 7 days. Time heals everything. [REPLAY]

Music

Written by: What If I Was The Ceiling
Mixed by: My I-phone 4 and me and Garage Band
Mastering: Izotope O-zone

Picture

Art Director: Guglielmo Zalukar [GZ]
Cover Art: Giorgia Perich [Gio.paci]

Lyrics

Sorry, I am lost. 

Now and then

Maybe i broke my confidence 

My compass is out

Wormholes. Potholes.

I easily fall apart

But as i fall i stand up 

And tape myself with my dreams


Cause as my flesh is made of of bones 

I am an ocean made of stone

Made Of Stone

5 songs. 7 days. Time heals everything. [REPLAY]

Music

Written by: What If I Was The Ceiling
Mixed by: My I-phone 4 and me and Garage Band
Mastering: Izotope O-zone

Picture

Art Director: Guglielmo Zalukar [GZ]
Cover Art: Giorgia Perich [Gio.paci]

Lyrics

Stop the smoke on my face

Winter is still coming 

Let's revers outside our bed

And let's sleep on the ground

Our lives are frozen

Cold sunrise 

Reverb

Microphone breaks my voice

The aurora

I've always liked it

An Ocean

5 guys from the Noth East of Italy that write thoughts and say things