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Ecco si aprono, non vedo ancora niente ma riesco a sentire le voci, voci lontane, voci filtrate, voci che fanno paura. No, non posso essere ancora qui, non voglio essere ancora qui … nebbia ora solo nebbia provo a toccarmi ma sono bloccato, legato, costretto e fermo ad un letto che non è mio. Gli arti non si muovono, mi danno quella sensazione di formicolio molle, è come se milioni di ragni segnassero il loro tracciato sul mio corpo inerte ancora giovane e inesperto al risveglio. Vorrei urlare ma non ci riesco perché.. perchè.. non posso?
L'odore che mi viene incontro sa di muffa, aria tersa, stagnante, ferma e statica, non mi da scampo riprovo a muovermi invano, una forte nausea mi assale provo a combatterla ma non ci riesco. I ricordi riemergono… . piano piano vengono a galla e mi catapultano a un tempo passato e improbabile, quando quelle voci erano più forti, più reali e mi parlavano del tempo, del tempo che si avventa sulla gente rendendola tutta uguale difronte a quella inevitabile verità di morte, di fine, di non vita. Con le dita riesco a sentire le lenzuola ruvide, il tatto si fa più sicuro e il respiro più lineare, tranquillo, più sereno… ora le prime luci le prime sagome si disegnano difronte a me. Faccie familiari che mi guardano e aspettano un mio cenno, un mio semplice gesto che però stenta ad arrivare.
Sono vivo… ripenso a quel flacone che pochi giorni prima in silenzio nella mia stanza avevo svuotato, consumato. Non ho mai pensato alla morte come un'orrenda verità, ma soffermandomi ora penso a questa strana, inconsapevole e meravigliosa sensazione che è la vita.
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01 It's a Wonderful Life (03:01)
I am
the only one
can ride that horse
th'yonder
I'm full of bees
who died at sea
it's a wonderful life
it's a wonderful life
I wore
a rooster's blood
when it flew
like doves
I'm a bog
of poisoned frogs
it's a wonderful life
it's a wonderful life
I'm the dog that ate
your birthday cake
it's a wonderful life
it's a wonderful life
it's a wonderful life
03 Piano Fire (02:45)
I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land
circus people with hairy little hands
come on boys strike up the army band
I got sunburnt waiting for the jets
how do you feel?
how do you feel?
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
fiery pianos wash up on a foggy coast
squeaky old organs have given up the ghost
fire them up and kill the pianobirds
there's creaky old organs burning on the coast
how do you feel?
how do you feel?
I can't seem to breath with a rusted metal heart
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
04 Sea of Teeth (04:31)
can you feel the wind of venus on your skin?
can you taste the crush of a sunset's dying blush?
stars will always hand in summer's bleeding veils
can you feel the rings of saturn on your finger?
can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts?
but seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil
stars will always hand in summer's bleeding veils
but seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil
05 Apple Bed (04:56)
of horses wet
with melted ice
they would not heed
my advice
and burdened limbs
of its weight
to break and rot
a whispered fate
please
doctor, please
around me
in a bloody sea
to breach the hive
and smoke the bees
you can be my friend
you can be my dog
you can be my life
you can be my fog
please
doctor, please
the witches will return to their sticky tree knots
I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun coming down
I wish I had
a horse's head
a tiger's heart
an apple bed
06 King of Nails (04:20)
the toothless kiss of skeletons
and the summer hail
I'm the king of nails
I drink my liquor from the palm
of a child who spoke in tongues
and smelled like sun
give all your leaves
to the ghosts in the trees
to sink or to shine
the nails are all mine
and blood was rushing up the stairs
I shut my eyes and killed the cock
when the sun came knocking
oh to taste the salty oil
of your chest and on your eyes
when the sting is on the rise
sleep in the fire
with snakes I have sired
to sink or to shine
the nails are all mine
I drink my liquor from the palm
of a child who spoke in tongues
and smelled like sun
the toothless kiss of skeletons
and the summer hail
I'm the king of nails
give all your leaves
to the ghosts in the trees
to sink or to shine
the nails are all mine
sleep in the fire
with snakes I have sired
to sink or to shine
the nails are all mine
07 Eyepennies (05:29)
I will return here one day
and dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and strings and hair
and that old tooth I believe was a bear's
I held my hand in the fire
it burned me down to the wires
blood suckers hide beneath my bed
And black fumes of skin so gently bled
I slept with a cat on my breast
slowing my heart stealing my breath
at sunrise the monkeys will fly
and leave me with pennies in my eyes
I will return here one day
and dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and string and hair
and that old tooth I believe was a bear's
at sunrise the monkeys will fly
and leave me with pennies in my eyes
11 Comfort Me (05:03)
with rocks in my dress
and smoke in my hair
I walked into a lake
to get some sleep down in there
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
With minnows in my belly
and deep in my veins
the breath-robbin' lightning
was making diamonds of rain
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
dreamed I was born on a mountain on the moon
Where nothing grows or ever rots
I dreamed that I had me a daughter
who was magnificent as a horse
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come?
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It's A Wonderful Life è quanto di meglio potete trovare nell'ambito degli album 'fatti in casa'.
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