2011 - NIGHTGLORY CD/2CD/2LP


I'M NOT SORRY

Many years ago a child was born in a cage filled with senseless scorn
and the first day he went to school he soon realized he had to do with fools.
All of the classmates had no doubts at all, he was a real danger for such brillian club.
So, after a while the teacher too began to cut him off from her cool classroom.
And the lawns were flowering in the magic springtime air
no one could ever imagine that the grey hand of despair
was about to take our hero in its arms and after that
the world wouldn't have been the same any longer, any more.
I remember that a little girl went on the swings
and the horizon was a legend flood with flaming rays.
Every echo, every whisper had a charming point to show off,
but a twist of fate laid in ambush in that enchanted world.
After some time the boy realized music was the only thing
able to drive his days to that shiny wonderland
he was dreaming about... in his battered bed.
So he started writing bizarre tunes,
months and years were passing under the fair moon,
while squirrels and fireflies scampered 'round
and the boy was setting his debut show for em, proud.
Then, one day, the lizard postman rang at the door bell,
finally an agreement came from a major
and you can easily imagine how happy the child was,
all his efforts went to get... such a glittering snappy award!
After a few years a bad sensation gained ground
was it just a nightmare or a merciless bell's sound?
He realized that all the members of his label had worn a mask
as in real they were the guys he met in the schooldays past.
So he kiled them all in a good mood,
then he got back to the magic wood.

Every night a song from the death row...
squirrels, fireflies and the young girl didn't let him alone
Singing "I'm not sorry, I'm not sorry at all"
while they're waiting with a tender smile their last dawn.


NIGHTGLORY

Sunbeams fade away on the CNN screen.
The scum of the world starts looking afraid,
afraid of a ruthless new age while their future screams, unknown,
while the innocents they killed turn the horizon into grave.
I'm surrounded by the stars many flowers on the walls.
only strangers without story.
come to me, come to me.
And your voice sounds soft and warm
as if you were still alive.
Turn my head I see you're smiling,
come to me, come to me.
The sea is filled with eyes while a million roses are blooming
in the dawn of the nightglory come to me, bless our blood.
And I feel you're getting close
Scent... the flowers of your skin.
Yes, the enemies were so strong,
not enough,
come to me.
And I feel youre getting close
Scent... the flowers on your skin.
Yes, a promise hard to keep, We did not give up.
Here's the place they couldn't reach,
where the traitor angels die
and the night kills them away.
Here's my hand, it's time to fall.


HYMN
(written by Warren Cann, Chris Cross, Billy Currie and Midge Ure, released by Ultravox in 1982 on Quartet LP and Hymn 7"/12")

Give us this day all that you showed me.
The power and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes

Give us this day all that you showed me.
The power and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes
Give me all the story book told me
The faith and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes

And they said that in our time,
All that's good will fall from grace.
Even saints would turn their face,
In our time.

And they told us that in our days,
Different words said in different ways,
Have other meanings from he who says,
In our time.

Give us this day all that you showed me.
The power and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes
Give me all the story book told me
The faith and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes

Faithless in faith. We must behold the things we see.
Give us this day all that you showed me.
The power and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes
Give me all the story book told me
The faith and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes
Give us this day all that you showed me.
The power and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes
Give me all the story book told me
The faith and the glory 'til thy kingdom comes


SAVE ME LORD (FROM KILLING THEM ALL)

My days like a star.
My days like a scar.
Driving to a river torn by scary waves
in a weirdly shiny yet distressing day
a dark amen is singing for a rank of clouds
an a lazy freeway waiting for the moon.
My days like a star.
My days like a scar.
Going to cast an eye around and through the mist
I can hear a wiseman calling from the hills.
Just anothersaviour makes my life so rich
Filling all my nightmares with his sales pitch.
Oh Lord, just arrived.
Oh Lord, keep my head cool.
Here the journey is coming to a very end,
I can see you all, clowns, waiting just for me.
How could I forget all your smart advice,
how could I forget the concerts I have done,
how could I forget the glory you granted me
but the time has come you're trembling on the ground,
digging your own grave an a nameless ground.


WINGED CHILD SITTING ON A BENCH WATCHING OBSCURE CLOUDS GETTING CLOSER WHILE PEOPLE SEEK FOR SHELTER

Somebody whispers, somebody insinuates,
somebody is writing, somebody calls,
somebody needs, somebody cries,
somebody is weeping, someone is naughty,
somebody has tantrums, someone looks wicked,
someone wants to become wicked as hell,
someone want revenge, someone likes,
someone has a nickname, someone hides himself.
Sweet haughty eyes were looking at everlasting lands
stampedeing people around had no effect at all.
A last day in this garden, a last enchanted wine,
the colourds and the shadows they couldn't see in a whole life.
And now you call are turning to soulless sketches again.
Meanwhime the garden shines...
most beautiful abyss of wet consoling anguish.
No word could ever explain, no word could ever tell you
where this boy is coming from.
Somebody has tantrums, someone looks wicked,
someone wants to become wicked as hell,
someone want revenge, someone likes,
someone has a nickname, someone hides himself.
Someone hates justice, someone likes to write great sentences
protected by false democracy's anonimity.
And now you call are turning to soulless sketches again.
Meanwhime the garden shines...
most beautiful abyss of wet consoling anguish.
No word could ever explain, no word could ever tell you
where this boy is coming from.
No picture could ever show off his girl's blinding beauty.
Their wings are flapping slowly, their hands are getting close.
Some final raindrops start falling on paralyzed grass.
Some final raindrops start falling on a new silence world.


I KILLED JUDAS

The evening trees were waving,
were waving in the breeze.
I can't forget the candles,
ascetics by the sea.
A name is coming to mind
a child denied to smile,
he was aware he'd have taken
the law into his hands.
And in the darkest hours
a butcher in the death row
asleep, he keeps on saying
"I killed the serpents' king".


IMMORTAL

Silence takes over the garden now
all I see goes up in flames.
After all, this couldn't be my life,
despair burns my victim's lies.
I love your name, I love your voice,
I love your smile, I love your words
I love the loneliness you held
I love the strenght your sorrow hides
I love your might, I love your will
I love your eyes so filled with pain
I love the kingdom you come from
and I don't feel shame anymore.
Only your memento still aglows
all I see will be destroyed.
I love your courage, love your wrath
I love the rage behind your face
I love your spirit and your soul
I love the Treasure you died for.
In every moment of my life
in every insult from the fools
I love the Glory you showed me
the Cup of sacrifice you filled.


I GAVE YOU WINGS - I GAVE YOU DEATH

An eagle flies in the dull skies while rain is telling cheering lies
in another actor's film while still keeping hands on me.
You made me see the stars, such tempting sirens of weird times...
Yes, you're waiting for a further miracle.
Take me where such crises born
A Frame to say goodbye and the die is cast
while the dark hour is shining on
where the sun cannot rise
To my lost morn...
I must go
while the darkest hour is marking time in a slow rhythm
Shine on where the sun cannot rise
A frame to say goodbye and the die is cast
To my lost morn, I must go
Now, rise up
kill the onlookers, sweep their stories away,
eat their soul, burn the skyline,
bring my enemies' corpses to my world
A glory sky still shines and rain turns into a piercing cry
I would like to close my eyes while my only ally is dying
Tell my Lord I have tried, just in vain
Tell my Lord
Take me where The Dream comes true,
my wings are flying towards my death and now
at my new hate I kneel down.


GETHSEMANE
(written by Tim Rice, released as rock opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber in 1969 on Jesus Christ Superstar 2LP)

I only want to say
If there is a way
Take this cup away from me
For I don't want to taste its poison
Feel it burn me,
I have changed I'm not as sure
As when we started
Then I was inspired
Now I'm sad and tired
Listen surely I've exceeded
Expectations
Tried for three years
Seems like thirty
Could you ask as much
From any other man?

But if I die
See the saga through
And do the things you ask of me
Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me
Nail me to their tree
I'd want to know my God
I'd want to see my God
Why I should die
Would I be more noticed
Than I ever was before?
Would the things I've said and done
Matter any more?

Oh, why should I die?
Can you show me now
That I would not be killed in vain?
Show me just a little
Of your omnipresent brain
Show me there's a reason
For your wanting me to die
You're far too keen on where and how
But not so hot on why
Alright I'll die!
Just watch me die!
Just watch me die!
See how, see how I die!

Then I was inspired
Now I'm sad and tired
After all I've tried for three years
Seems like ninety
Why then am I scared
To finish what I started
What you started
I didn't start it
God thy will is hard
But you hold every card
I will drink your cup of poison
Nail me to your cross and break me
Bleed me, beat me
Kill me, take me now
Before I change my mind


A SHARK'S TALE

Once upon a time,
there was a shark swimming in the immense ocean.
One fine day, the shark decided to tear his fangs away.
He didn't love to look like all of the other sharks surrounding him.
He was fierce and strong enough even without fangs.
From tehn on, the other sharks are keeping away from him.
They don't know wheter they'd better killing him directly
or simply jeering at him, but... it's a given that they're afraid of him.
So they're still swimming around him, waiting for his death,
while trying to make his life difficult more and more.
One day, when he's dead, they'll spit on his corpse. One day.
Meantime, those fanged shars love to sing a song titled
"We don't need any heroes"
and such a song is climbing up the official shark-charts.
Heroes are totally unknown to sharks...
You know, all sharks love blood, only.
In fact, nobody knows of the existence of a shark-hero...
Nobody could...