hidden ecstasy

GENTLEMAN

Well,

5 stops to Brixton, the place that now I call home
I'm going underground, I lost the contacts on my phone

All I left behind, seems so far and mundane
everything I loved, just a blur in my brain
am I changing fast, am I moving in vain?
I'm drawn on the clouded, dirty window of this train
ain't nobody ever breathing on it

I went to Tunstall Road, I saw the mural,
it left me cold
I can't remove this feeling, as I'm acting blindfold

All I left behind, seems so far and mundane
everything I loved, just a blur in my brain
am I changing fast, am I moving in vain?
I'm drawn on the clouded, dirty window of this train
ain't nobody ever breathing on it


PRODUCED BY Wunder-Low
LYRICS BY Andrea Marramà
VOICES BY Andrea Marramà and Francesca Malagrida
ART BY Marta Malatesta

Gentleman

madame M.

vox: BB
artwork: Claudia Petraroli

"someday I'll lose my mind in Coney Island,
Warriors come out to play!"

Coney in Vinyl

"I feel what I feel
I feel what you feel"

artwork by lovely Marta Malatesta /// Malheur Gallery

Bushidō

This is the story of a pretty blonde girl, she painted Mr. Bowie with her blue hands. 
Sometimes she sings while I contemplate a peaceful landscape inside my head.  
BB has gone away, maybe on Mars.

vox: BB
artwork by Claudia Petraroli

Blue Hands

"I had a beautiful dream
I met you in a silent scream
I had a beautiful dream, love
I just want your love
ausgang, neusgang, parnassus"

artwork by Marta Malatesta /// Malheur Gallery

Parnaso

"Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked
And danced all the modern dances
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it
But they knew that it was modern"

VOX:  Wunder-Low
LYRICS:  T.S. Eliot and Wunder-Low

They knew that it was modern

lyrics: T.S. Eliot and Wunder-Low
photo and artwork: Silvia Santa Pazienza

"Sunday: this satisfied procession
Of definite Sunday faces;
Bonnets, silk hats, and conscious graces
In repetition that displaces
Your mental self-possession
By this unwarranted digression.

Evening, lights and tea!
Children and cats in the alley;
Dejection unable to rally
Against this dull conspiracy.

And Life, a little bald and gray,
Languid, fastidious and bland,
Waits, hat and gloves in hand,
Punctilious of tie and suit
(Somewhat impatient of delay)
On the doorstep of the Absolute."

Wunder-Low

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