Novembre - Dreams D'Azur


Original Version Promo Version
1. The dream of the old boats 5:57 1. The dream of the old boats 5:57
2. Novembre 6:45 2. Novembre 6:45
3. Nottetempo 4:14 3. Nottetempo 4:14
4. Let me hate 3:22 4. Let me hate 3:22
5. Sirens in filth 6:21 5. Sirens in filth 6:21
6. Swim seagull in the sky 8:06 6. Swim seagull in the sky 8:06
7. The music 4:06 7. The music 4:06
8. Marea (part 1, 2 & 3) 12:00 8. Marea (part 1, 2 & 3) 12:00
9. Old lighthouse tale 4:45 9. Old lighthouse tale 4:45
10. The white eyed 5:48 10. The white eyed 5:48
11. Neanderthal sands 4:18 11. Neanderthal sands 4:18
12. Christal 4:06 12. Christal 4:06
total time 69:48 total time 69:48


The dream of the old boats

Running by the shiny shipway
which flows thoughtlessly
down the marine mirror
of a ionic waterline

There was a fresh breeze
Strange peace
Tranquillity
And there was the Sun

It was even able to warm me up
No longer an enemy
The sight passed by, as pictures running
Playing tag to a sweet roundabout

Then the mighty of a boat
The art in its misery
Its baroque shams
Its gone inlays

Its arcane ornaments
Its lone gaze
Its ancient memories
Its wars lost

Splendid
As Venice has never been
As the moon won't ever be
Just like only is the sea

It was a dream, just a dream
'Cause only in a dream there's fresh breeze
The Sun can warm me up
I wish I could dream it again!


Novembre

Here is it
It brings the nothingness of tomorrow
Here is it
It brings the silver of another sorrow
The last wave
The very last wave

And then it arrived
Now unable to enchant these eyes
Weakened by the desperation of a suicide
The last sunshine

And when finally hate shall bring us together
And when all love gone bad will be at least turned to hate
I'll rise again


Nottetempo (Nighttime)

Mille anni orson'
Fantasie retrò
Accadrà domani
O può darsi mai

Per mill'anni ancor
Scriverò il tuo nom'
Su spiagge del domani
E in poesie del mai

(A thousand years ago
Retro fantasies
It's gonna happen tomorrow
Or never

For a thousand years more
I'll write your name
On tomorrow's shores
and in poems of the never)


Let me hate

As black prevails
As blood invades
As love congeals
Let me hate


Sirens in filth

Bitterness blows in the heart
Like chilly draughts in a hall
Of a crystal castle
Lost among clouds made of gold

Those anxieting visions
Images behind frozen windows
Make my eyes bleed
Ebony blood

When the silver-grey fluid shall crack reality's walls
Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch
When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns
Trickle down upon the misery of this dead everyday life

Like pitch on your wings
Like a child lost in a war
Like dark paint upon a shiny picture
Like dirty sperm on a toy

And when the new star will shine of it's own black
And there will be nowhere to shelter
Maybe they'll understand who we are
What we'll always cry for!!!


Swim seagull in the sky

Speechless
Unreal
Drowning in an abyssal silence

Slowly moving through this immensity
I fly, swimming in this darkblue sky
It's cold, I'm scarred and besides rust
Even ice covers these doors

God knows how I'd be awake now
God knows how my eyes would tear now
God knows how I wouldn't lose my way
God knows how scared I am
How the seagull would pass away


The music

Incomprehensible like life
Unexplainable like infinity
My lord our God
An abstract entity the music is

Inconceivable like life
Immeasurable like infinity
My god our lord
It witnessed our beginning so the music is

Annihilating, upsetting
Mirror of joys and sorrows

It lives outside reality's walls
And we are its doors to our dimension
It comes through our emotions
It runs through our art
And come out from our veins
From our pains

And so we use it right annihilate
And so we use it right to upset
Coming out from our pains
From our veins


Marea (Tide) part 1: Nostalgia / Its gaze

E' come impazzire in un mare dorato

Anguish at the everlasting waters we feel
Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes

It blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winter
Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves

And left orphans by warm snows we go insane
At your ancient resigned gaze

The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch
Your intense mixture of silver and blue

Which deified our ancestors
Which witnessed science's temples
Which carefully hides the island of the ancient future
Which kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals


Marea (Tide) part 3: Behind my window / My seas of South

And now that the cold has returned
Where's my window
From which I used to dominate
The world?

My grey, bleak, azure world
A world without no wars
A world where I could even
Fly

Now I know love doesn't belong to these lands
It flies free above all this
I could see it from behind my window
Bringing me that happiness which wet the eyes

Where are my seas of south which wet the eyes now?
Where is my window now that the cold has returned?


Old lighthouse tale

Life blows cold at my face now
And I see it and I suffer it again
A frame after the other
A second after the other

A guitar screams as I reach my last shore
In front of me there's just a sea
The immense sea of a last goodbye
And behind me, emptiness
Just the emptiness of a life

I've tried, but I can't see nothing else
No more romanticism in this waves
No more poetry in the eternal hate
Between the sea and the sky

Hate, hate breeding the unreachability of the horizon

I felt the fury of the centuries eating this rocks away
I've seen the millennia sweeping away millions of mortals
Dying still searching for the meaning of this striving in vain
Striving just to disappear into the oblivion of an abyss

These waves to infinity are calling me know
And I'd never thought their call could ever be so irresistible
I join them, I drown in them, I lust with them, I pass
I pass away by them as I'm as one with them now


The white eyed

Naive blind eyes
Childish white eyes
The good child of the evil

The mother came to her daughter
Giving her a bit of herself
A bit of her madness
A bit of her blackness

How many were we in the beginning
And how many left?
How many of us are still dying in you?

And now the Sun... Again. Oh Sun!

Give us dust
Starvation
Give us sweat
Tears

But kneeling, genuflected
We silently pray to you
To free her from her black mother

Seagulls eat the eyes of the people
Seagulls eat the eyes of the dead sailors
You have taught us
You have eaten my eyes mum


Neanderthal sands

Caught in the whirls of time
Cold winds bring me to timeless shores
Shattering, flowing down, grain by grain
By the sandglasses of the past

An innate memory
An anxieting deja-vu

The unconscious awareness
Of the error we are
The unconscious awareness
Of the exception we are... In the universe

We are alone!


Christal

Once she told me about a dog
Which abandoned by its owner
It died of melancholy
Since then it was all a little bit clearer



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