Seven eighths
___________________
Seven eighths halfway there
Sticks and stones through the broken windows
Like mela, apple pie left for a week
Toss it in and hope it swims
But it’s the things at the bottom te need to worry about
If te sink they lurk down there
Tangle around your legs and hold te down.
So jump on in
Seven eighths, four più to go
One mela, apple is rotten, so throw the whole barrel out
Seven eggs gives nineteen chickens
But only if they’re in the bushes
Last in line, theres nothing left
All sold out, waited too long
successivo time, push in and get your serve
Like the others did to te
Seven eighths, nine is what te need
Like a stone rolling up a collina
Gravity is a waste of spazio
Earth is raining to the sky
Ever seen the sea turn red with the blood of the dead?
Oh, no, I keep forgetting: you’re too young,
It was well before your time
Take a breath, and don’t make their mistake
A different view
_______________
Nothing I say
Nothing I do
Will change the fact that we’ll never agree
Two different visualizzazioni
Two different perspectives
te see the clouds, I see the waves
The Ocean reflects the sky
The Sky reflects the sea
te walk away, can’t find the good in what is different
I stay here, and hope to find someone who will listen
Savior of Dust
_____________________
Little ghosts. Shadows stretched
Hang your saviour from a albero
Waste your time on hands and knees
You’ll gain nothing there
Above the sky is emptiness,
Is that where te want to be?
The fuoco and brimstone is a place
It exists beneath us
The afterlife is rotting flesh
No flowing robes
No golden halos
Just dirt and worms
Imaginary Friends never get te anywhere
They just make te look like a fool
Talking to yourself each giorno
te think it makes te better
It doesn’t, it just makes te less sane
How can it make te better than I?
To deny yourself what makes te human?
Pleasure of the flesh is never a sin.
Wasteland
Dry sand, cracked earth
Dust swirling across the land
There is no sound here
Nothing but the wind
As it whispers through the dry erba
Making it bow down before it
This is how it was, in the beginning
This is how it will end, now
The barren wasteland of our demise
A life in words
Words, falling from the page
A new beginning, no end in sight
Ink stain bleeds through the fiber
Blurring the letters, losing the words
Ink black as night absorbs all light from the room
Paper pale but yellowed with age
Smudges of ink from stained fingers
Smudges of dust collected in age
Parchment torn to shreds in piles on the floor
A life of unimportant words
No meaning, no meaning, no purpose
Words falling through time
spazio
Void
Nothing
Brittle pages swept in the wind, flying high
Ripped
Scattered
Lost
Words that represent a life, of deeds done, of Amore found
And Lost
A life long gone, remembered da none
None but those who read the words
Breaking the fairytale
Wake up sleeping beauty
The real world awaits te
Theres no prince charming
Just a man who raped te
Escape your tower Rapunzel
Hes not coming back
She warned te about men
Now te carry babes upon your back
Oh, fairest of them all
Apples can be sweet
But you’ll be amaro
When him te first do meet
Poor Cinderella, scrubbing dishes
te Lost your favourite shoe
But parts of te are sore
te Lost more, didn’t you?
Oh, sweet rose
The mans a beast
When the rose does whither
Will he still take te to the feast?
Accidents happen
Light blinking
Golden hue
Rain falling
Puddles forming
Drumming rain
Thunder rumble
Grey light, dawn
Clouds deepen
Broken glass
Cracked mirror
Torn clothes
Jumbled wreck
Pain, blood
I can’t sposta
Flashing light
Chaos ensues
The Abyss
Edge of the abyss
Its time to go
Drawing me down
Sunlight fading
I could take te with me
Going down
Darkened shadows
You’d go if I asked
Sinking slow
Starless night
You’d go, just for a taste
Endless descent
untitled
listening to #22 ghosts da NIN
The mountains stand witness
To the epic events.
Plains at their feet covered in golden grass.
The world is changing, yet they remain.
Across the fields, through bleating flocks
An army, triumphant, marches home.
Women run from the city gates,
Searching for their men.
Flags fly high, above the golden tiles
Streets paved with white
The girls toss blooms, sweet scent
Brought forth da marching feet
Reaching home, a king
He sweeps his Queen off her feet
The crowd, it cheers, a single voice
Victory is ours, our home is safe.
All and Everything
I lay my cuore at your feet,
Crush it at your will
My soul is torn out,
And laid bare for you.
Everything that is me
te own, what più do te want?
Big Bang
Torn from existence
Ripped from the world.
Life is gone
In the coldness of spazio
A new light in the horizonless expanse
A nebula in youth
Universe of expansion
Lifeless, reborn
Waiting for the rush
Waiting for the collision
Waiting for new life
Waiting for it to happen,
again.
untitled
te hold a blade to my throat
I don’t mind
What ever te want
Do what ever te will
I’ll Amore te all the same
Cut Deep, I won’t mind
I’d rather be gone
Than be alone
Take what te will
I’ll Amore te all the same
But here's the thing;
You’d never hurt me
Not like I hurt te
te don’t hold the blade
That’s for me to do
I can’t make the cut
Cos te won’t let me.
Everything I do to me
I do to te
I just don’t see it
untitled
I wander how long
How long I will last
Through the ups and downs
Something is always blocking my path
Moving on is like wading through mud
Buried to my waist in quicksand
It’s dragging me down
I hear a tune, it carries me on
It washes away the mud
Frees me from my tomb
The sand is just a nightmare
The mud is but a self inflicted trap
It’s all in my imagination
I can break through
I can find a way
There’s no one left to blame
But myself
For the mistakes I have made
te will Amore her, and she will destroy te
Cold as snow
Hard as stone
White as porcellana, in porcellana
Laying there
Unmoving
Life is just a dream
Your cuore still
Your pulse gone
Your blood not moving
Silence whispers
Time is passing
I will wait
Red rose bloom
Red, the blood within
Red, the sky
Slightest breath
Eyelids sposta
Time to rise
Goddess Automatic Scrivere music: The frail
Steps, small, like she’ll fall,
She’s not ready to leave yet,
She still needs help
I want to take her hand
To guide her through this life
I want to help
I want her to see
She can do this
And live
And go on
In her own strength,
The past is forgotten
She is the one who needs us here too
Help her, we must,
In need
This ora of loneliness
Will pass
She waits
She knows
It’s for her own good
The good of all
Amore we had
Never gone
Never touched
Waiting for
Cold embrace
She soars on golden wings
Above us now
She is a goddess
Something we should have seen
Never one of us
Waiting
She will rise
It’s her place to claim.
A piano, forgotten
Sitting in the sunlight
Warm air in a still room
Dust floats undisturbed
Memories linger, like dreams
Half forgotten faces of the past
Sitting, waiting, sunlight fades
Darkness grows,
The moon rises
Sitting in the moonlight
Survivor
Echoes and a hum
In the darkness
Before the dawn
Little sounds
They call to me
A blast of light
I see them now
They are calling
They are coming
Soon they will find me
But not too late
I need to go on.
I am a god
That’s how te make me feel
Like nothing can stop me
I’m the centre of the Universe
I see all
I destroy all
Nothing can stop me.
And I’d do anything for te
Anything at all
Otherworld inspired da various tracks on 'ghosts' da NIN
Echoes around the canyon
Green and blue they are
Not like us
Smaller too
With dance like steps they sposta
Bouncing to Musica in their bobbly heads
Round the lichene
Faster
Faster
Faster
They are not like us
Black eyes staring
Reflecting the starless sky
Naked
Uncaring
Curios
insomnia
Lying here in the dark
Waiting
Waiting for sleep
That never comes
Roll over, look at the time
3am, glowing red
Sleep won’t come
Toss and turn
In the dark
Look at the time
4am
Still tired
But my minds alert
And sleep won’t come
Sunrise hurts my tired eyes
I’m still tired
No sleep for me
Weary though I am
Zombie like, I rise.
Three new ones. all short.
cuore of stone, cuore of glass
Twist of black, Twist of white
Turing left, turning right
For every choice I made
And più rise up to take its place.
A touch, light
Ecstasy, shiver
Heat, Blood rush
Ache, lust, need, want, Please?
Soft caress, tease
Warmth, più
Soft kiss, trail
Bite lip, pain
Pain, need, release, ecstasy.
If I had a coin
For every lie te told
I could buy myself a house
Some place far away from te
Running
Running out of time
Running out of breath
Hot sands beneath my feet
I need a place to rest
Running in the sun
Running in the dark
Shifting sands beneath my feet
I need to escape
Running in my dreams
Funning in my sleep
Bedding binds my feet
I need to find myself.
___________________
Seven eighths halfway there
Sticks and stones through the broken windows
Like mela, apple pie left for a week
Toss it in and hope it swims
But it’s the things at the bottom te need to worry about
If te sink they lurk down there
Tangle around your legs and hold te down.
So jump on in
Seven eighths, four più to go
One mela, apple is rotten, so throw the whole barrel out
Seven eggs gives nineteen chickens
But only if they’re in the bushes
Last in line, theres nothing left
All sold out, waited too long
successivo time, push in and get your serve
Like the others did to te
Seven eighths, nine is what te need
Like a stone rolling up a collina
Gravity is a waste of spazio
Earth is raining to the sky
Ever seen the sea turn red with the blood of the dead?
Oh, no, I keep forgetting: you’re too young,
It was well before your time
Take a breath, and don’t make their mistake
A different view
_______________
Nothing I say
Nothing I do
Will change the fact that we’ll never agree
Two different visualizzazioni
Two different perspectives
te see the clouds, I see the waves
The Ocean reflects the sky
The Sky reflects the sea
te walk away, can’t find the good in what is different
I stay here, and hope to find someone who will listen
Savior of Dust
_____________________
Little ghosts. Shadows stretched
Hang your saviour from a albero
Waste your time on hands and knees
You’ll gain nothing there
Above the sky is emptiness,
Is that where te want to be?
The fuoco and brimstone is a place
It exists beneath us
The afterlife is rotting flesh
No flowing robes
No golden halos
Just dirt and worms
Imaginary Friends never get te anywhere
They just make te look like a fool
Talking to yourself each giorno
te think it makes te better
It doesn’t, it just makes te less sane
How can it make te better than I?
To deny yourself what makes te human?
Pleasure of the flesh is never a sin.
Wasteland
Dry sand, cracked earth
Dust swirling across the land
There is no sound here
Nothing but the wind
As it whispers through the dry erba
Making it bow down before it
This is how it was, in the beginning
This is how it will end, now
The barren wasteland of our demise
A life in words
Words, falling from the page
A new beginning, no end in sight
Ink stain bleeds through the fiber
Blurring the letters, losing the words
Ink black as night absorbs all light from the room
Paper pale but yellowed with age
Smudges of ink from stained fingers
Smudges of dust collected in age
Parchment torn to shreds in piles on the floor
A life of unimportant words
No meaning, no meaning, no purpose
Words falling through time
spazio
Void
Nothing
Brittle pages swept in the wind, flying high
Ripped
Scattered
Lost
Words that represent a life, of deeds done, of Amore found
And Lost
A life long gone, remembered da none
None but those who read the words
Breaking the fairytale
Wake up sleeping beauty
The real world awaits te
Theres no prince charming
Just a man who raped te
Escape your tower Rapunzel
Hes not coming back
She warned te about men
Now te carry babes upon your back
Oh, fairest of them all
Apples can be sweet
But you’ll be amaro
When him te first do meet
Poor Cinderella, scrubbing dishes
te Lost your favourite shoe
But parts of te are sore
te Lost more, didn’t you?
Oh, sweet rose
The mans a beast
When the rose does whither
Will he still take te to the feast?
Accidents happen
Light blinking
Golden hue
Rain falling
Puddles forming
Drumming rain
Thunder rumble
Grey light, dawn
Clouds deepen
Broken glass
Cracked mirror
Torn clothes
Jumbled wreck
Pain, blood
I can’t sposta
Flashing light
Chaos ensues
The Abyss
Edge of the abyss
Its time to go
Drawing me down
Sunlight fading
I could take te with me
Going down
Darkened shadows
You’d go if I asked
Sinking slow
Starless night
You’d go, just for a taste
Endless descent
untitled
listening to #22 ghosts da NIN
The mountains stand witness
To the epic events.
Plains at their feet covered in golden grass.
The world is changing, yet they remain.
Across the fields, through bleating flocks
An army, triumphant, marches home.
Women run from the city gates,
Searching for their men.
Flags fly high, above the golden tiles
Streets paved with white
The girls toss blooms, sweet scent
Brought forth da marching feet
Reaching home, a king
He sweeps his Queen off her feet
The crowd, it cheers, a single voice
Victory is ours, our home is safe.
All and Everything
I lay my cuore at your feet,
Crush it at your will
My soul is torn out,
And laid bare for you.
Everything that is me
te own, what più do te want?
Big Bang
Torn from existence
Ripped from the world.
Life is gone
In the coldness of spazio
A new light in the horizonless expanse
A nebula in youth
Universe of expansion
Lifeless, reborn
Waiting for the rush
Waiting for the collision
Waiting for new life
Waiting for it to happen,
again.
untitled
te hold a blade to my throat
I don’t mind
What ever te want
Do what ever te will
I’ll Amore te all the same
Cut Deep, I won’t mind
I’d rather be gone
Than be alone
Take what te will
I’ll Amore te all the same
But here's the thing;
You’d never hurt me
Not like I hurt te
te don’t hold the blade
That’s for me to do
I can’t make the cut
Cos te won’t let me.
Everything I do to me
I do to te
I just don’t see it
untitled
I wander how long
How long I will last
Through the ups and downs
Something is always blocking my path
Moving on is like wading through mud
Buried to my waist in quicksand
It’s dragging me down
I hear a tune, it carries me on
It washes away the mud
Frees me from my tomb
The sand is just a nightmare
The mud is but a self inflicted trap
It’s all in my imagination
I can break through
I can find a way
There’s no one left to blame
But myself
For the mistakes I have made
te will Amore her, and she will destroy te
Cold as snow
Hard as stone
White as porcellana, in porcellana
Laying there
Unmoving
Life is just a dream
Your cuore still
Your pulse gone
Your blood not moving
Silence whispers
Time is passing
I will wait
Red rose bloom
Red, the blood within
Red, the sky
Slightest breath
Eyelids sposta
Time to rise
Goddess Automatic Scrivere music: The frail
Steps, small, like she’ll fall,
She’s not ready to leave yet,
She still needs help
I want to take her hand
To guide her through this life
I want to help
I want her to see
She can do this
And live
And go on
In her own strength,
The past is forgotten
She is the one who needs us here too
Help her, we must,
In need
This ora of loneliness
Will pass
She waits
She knows
It’s for her own good
The good of all
Amore we had
Never gone
Never touched
Waiting for
Cold embrace
She soars on golden wings
Above us now
She is a goddess
Something we should have seen
Never one of us
Waiting
She will rise
It’s her place to claim.
A piano, forgotten
Sitting in the sunlight
Warm air in a still room
Dust floats undisturbed
Memories linger, like dreams
Half forgotten faces of the past
Sitting, waiting, sunlight fades
Darkness grows,
The moon rises
Sitting in the moonlight
Survivor
Echoes and a hum
In the darkness
Before the dawn
Little sounds
They call to me
A blast of light
I see them now
They are calling
They are coming
Soon they will find me
But not too late
I need to go on.
I am a god
That’s how te make me feel
Like nothing can stop me
I’m the centre of the Universe
I see all
I destroy all
Nothing can stop me.
And I’d do anything for te
Anything at all
Otherworld inspired da various tracks on 'ghosts' da NIN
Echoes around the canyon
Green and blue they are
Not like us
Smaller too
With dance like steps they sposta
Bouncing to Musica in their bobbly heads
Round the lichene
Faster
Faster
Faster
They are not like us
Black eyes staring
Reflecting the starless sky
Naked
Uncaring
Curios
insomnia
Lying here in the dark
Waiting
Waiting for sleep
That never comes
Roll over, look at the time
3am, glowing red
Sleep won’t come
Toss and turn
In the dark
Look at the time
4am
Still tired
But my minds alert
And sleep won’t come
Sunrise hurts my tired eyes
I’m still tired
No sleep for me
Weary though I am
Zombie like, I rise.
Three new ones. all short.
cuore of stone, cuore of glass
Twist of black, Twist of white
Turing left, turning right
For every choice I made
And più rise up to take its place.
A touch, light
Ecstasy, shiver
Heat, Blood rush
Ache, lust, need, want, Please?
Soft caress, tease
Warmth, più
Soft kiss, trail
Bite lip, pain
Pain, need, release, ecstasy.
If I had a coin
For every lie te told
I could buy myself a house
Some place far away from te
Running
Running out of time
Running out of breath
Hot sands beneath my feet
I need a place to rest
Running in the sun
Running in the dark
Shifting sands beneath my feet
I need to escape
Running in my dreams
Funning in my sleep
Bedding binds my feet
I need to find myself.
