2018 - HOLOGRAM MOON 2CD


HOLOGRAMS

After rainy days I saw
your shape rising again
calm among the clouds
peaceful and serene
careless of the world
careless of the war
your makeup
articial lap

Moon, can you hear
the call of the ghosts
living your ground
fake is your face
looking at your mirror
of nothing

And a mawkish rainbow
marks the borders
between earth and sky
as approved reed herring
years and years of history
on your silver lie
send me a shot
of your fairytale

Cold as your love
kissed by a morn
that never was born
blaze over bonn
and play all those chords
of moonlight illusions


SKY COLLAPSE

We milled around
exploring each wall of snakepit
consuming our last candles
in a slow plot.
And then you said "don't follow me!"

When rain was turning into sand
and crack shaking the earth
we looked up to each other
as if the only light...
your smile became my cradle.

We're dancing around all the tears,
around bleeding fresh ruins,
around all that grief.
Now, look at it, oh my lost black lord,
watch how the sky weeps, love wants to kill.

We chased a lifeless winter,
we planned the sacrifice
I glimpsed a scary tempest,
you showed me paradise
and from a stone white roses bloomed.

And when my wings were burning
you were my holy water.
When all became silence,
you, my every word.
You took my face and whispered

"Don't look away from all the tears,
from bleeding fresh ruins,
from all that grief.
Now look my love how my hands bleed".
Love wanted to kill
now wants relief.


LOST ISLANDS

Someone's broken by the lost way,
someone's chosen by that.
Gold immensity was calling,
don't feign that nothing exists.
And the voice was drawing something,
Like a passage through time
till the borders around crumpled
the old world said "goodbye"!

My first flight, be the end of this night!
All we see is ours, all we see these hours
enchanting our sight.
Food of light
is the shiny aurora to come
while we film the sea life
amazing visions and irradiations of waves.

In a planet without black seals
endless oceans, blue dawns.
Our cries, as identity of children
will be the grand final song.
When the noises go back
into a silent sea...
This is where we shall go,
lost isles, our brand new home.

When the sun
lost the burning glory of the gods
and the light went out
forgotten in heaven
forgotten in hell.
Food of light
is the shiny aurora to come.
Opening a glimpse into eternity...
downfall of rays.


POLAR-IHS

Land on the shiny sea
in the night tranquillity
while I could hear the sound.
Moon eyes never let me down

And on the screen
Jesus was a ghost
telling of saints
and esoteric codes.
New holograms in a frozen cave
mesmerizing cult
blue museum from K-Pax
misleading with fantasies.

Rain and diamond sparkles
falling on sleeping holy spacemen
dreaming of moonlight.
Millenia are fading out.
Like a marble tombstone
Orion is waiting for their eyes
rainbow light, slow light.

And on the way to the silent zone
I see their sign in a lunar grey. I'll drive my days toward a dream device
erasing all the tracks to my shadow flight.

I set the day into a dream device
holding movie frames of amazing galaxies...
a shot of the immensity.


KRYOSTAR

Lost into a vision like a dizzy morn
while I was singing out mysterious words
a secret shadow brought memories
drawing a rainbow filled with reveries.
Slowly an illusion crossed the skyline
danced to the rhythm coming from our mind
throughout millenniums
nothing but spam...
moonlight sonata for holograms.

My immagination followed common lies
denying myself a hell of surprise.
Kinda hallucination behind colored drug
in a ghostly flash after party time.
And the photo fades out your innocence
but you'll never cry
till your very time comes.
Time to realize
you can't see any clues with your eyes
otherwise you're fool.
So please give 'em room
listen to some cooked news!

Blocking out visions of a blurry porn
I keep on singing in mysterious worlds
a sneering shadow brought memories
working a rainbow filled with reveries.
Fast an illusion crossed the skyline
danced to the rhythm
coming from our mind
throughout millenniums
nothing but scam...
moonlight sonata for holograms.

All my information followed common lies denying myself a hell of surprise.
Kinda hallucination behind colored drug
in a ghostly crash after party time.
And the photo fades out your innocence
but you'll never cry till your very time comes.
Time to realize
you can't see any clues with your eyes
otherwise you're fool.
So please give 'em room
listen to some cooked news!

Wheels of black creation
where your sorrow waves
on a sharky line running along a grim cliff
like a fan does
dead to any sense
paying for pricy aims
and delightful crimes...


I DON'T SING

The ones who love the drums
the ones who hate my tunes
the ones who hate guitars
the ones who love itunes
the ones who write of their dogs
the ones who say you're wrong
sometimes i read your words
the hours the morning comes

The ones who wake up soon
and tell the reason why
the stars are on your side...
... the dark side of the moon
of course they couldn't keep
any silence what a shame
innocence is just their faith
God bless their self-pitying fame!

And I don't sing don't sing no more
and I'm floating in the spring air
I've got no song for your wrong turns
sorry I have nothing left to share

And I won't sing won't sing no more
and I'm laughing in the dusk
laughing at your old scummy world
my actual face turned into a mask

The ones who say "You bond with your captor you survive"
the ones who break the rules
by smoking cannabis
the freedom watchers who
are here to talk you down
by hook or by crook
under sinister blood flags

And now I finally sing my song
aloud and free in the dusk air
that song that cheers my real debut
the song you'll never listen to.

Put on your goggles and tell me
whether this song is good enough
whether it sounds refined and rad
or for your gourmet's ears is too rough

And so I'm singing in the air
a song you wouldn't listen to
my tears have dried my pain will go
my song's for Alice, only love.


THE STORM

When every diary looks the same
and all the signs draw up a fake
and every story lands on earth
not showing life nor any sense...

When all the shiny stars like rain
are dancing like demons in the air
singing soprano-like your end
your very end your story's end...

Daddy, won't you close the doors
before the ghosts are here....
Daddy, come to close the windows
before the tempest comes
But rains... still here...

I called the reaper out to me
I called all forces to destroy
imaginary worlds of stone
imaginary twins of love

Hurry up I'm freezin' cold
and please cast an eye on me
now my body bleeds white dreams
as if we were together
but night will fall.

Tell me once again how you
met your beautiful girl
tell me once again what you
you felt when Mario sang
please hurry up, the ghosts are here...

When every diary looks the same
and all the signs draw up a fake
and every story lands on earth
not showing life nor any sense...


EYES OF THE MOON

When I'm leaving
my good sensations fall apart
a face is freezing
deep inside my hopeless heart.
My tears, an ocean
I need a tale to stay alive
I feel no emotion
no longer fire will burn inside.
Winter stars are flashing so blue
something corny and something new.
Don't you see moon's eyes...
sad and crying.
The moon is looking out
the mirror of millions lies.

Feel the chill now
evil things might happen soon
I realize now
Shocking things will happen soon
my tears, an ocean
I spread my wings to reach the light
just like Icarus' fool flight
I burn my existence to feel my Christ.
Winter stars are flashing so blue
Something broken and something new.
Don't you see moon's eyes...
sad and crying.
The moon is looking out
the mirror of millions lies.


HAUNTED RIVER

A dark clock appeared on a morn star
blinding guiding angels round her car
and the time did start playing scary beats
shutting down the e-eyes on the streets.
She slowly spread her wings and
the blue river turned bright
while on her final flight
so willing she swam to surface.
There were many names as mystic sounds,
hypnotizing tunes waving round.
The first omen from interstellar clouds
crossed the sleepy ghost town.
Snow whitened that december
like a movie's final scene
like a memory on morphine
like a rewind
floating on confetti
shed on icy river waves in her solitude... saved.
Flow river, flow...


TRAVELLER'S TESTAMENT

The wait... sweet like strawberries and cream
you're about to arrive, there, where not many were.
You will touch that fairytale made of silver light
and wind-blown sounds.
You perceive the frequencies of your heart,
that barely manages not to get out of your chest.
Landing, light-and-shadows, breathable air.
Then the sky is collapsing, no thunder, no lightining.
There are no stems nor storms.
Jackhammers and straps fill the air, deafening,
covering the scene with cracks and dust.
The show is over.
Former passengers have restored the big cinema.
Gas and concrete covered the silver
and now the light is laying under the dust.
The lunar mirror is obscured,
dreams trapped in the night,
now free to fly elsewhere...


TOO MANY FRIENDS
(written by Steven Forrest, William Patrick Lloyd, Brian Molko, Stefan Oisdal, released by Placebo in 2013 on Loud Like Love CD)

My computer thinks I'm gay
I threw that piece of junk away
On the Champs-Élysées
As I was walking home
This is my last communicate
Down the super highway
All that I have left to say
In a single tome

I've got too many friends too many people
That I'll never meet, I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there

If I could give it all away, would it come back to me someday?
Like a needle in the hay, or an expansive stone
I've got a reason to declaim,
Applications are to blame, for all my sorrow,
My pain, feeling so alone

I've got too many friends too many people
That I'll never meet, I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there
Too many friends too many people
That I'll never meet, I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there

My computer thinks I'm gay
What's the difference anyway?
When all the people do all day
It staring into a phone

I've got too many friends too many people
That I'll never meet, I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there
Too many friends too many people
That I'll never meet, I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, I'll never be there


IL CROLLO DEL CIELO

Vedemmo i giorni andare,
su strade senza fine
a consumar candele di storie altrui,
poi la tua voce... "corri via!"

La pioggia resa sabbia e crepe scossero
quel cielo perso altrove su stelle fragili
ma il tuo sguardo, mia luce.

Balla con me, su questo sangue, sulle rovine e lacrime.
Nero diamante... puoi vedere,
il cielo piange, l'amore sa uccidere.

E venne un lungo inverno
che il sole aveva ucciso,
ma dietro la tempesta
svelasti il paradiso
e rose bianche apparvero.

E quando io bruciavo, tu eri acqua santa.
Quando fu silenzio, tu ogni mia parola.
E come una carezza...
Resta con me, su questo sangue, sulle rovine e lacrime.
Porta il silenzio nel rumore.
L'amore sapeva uccidere, ora vuole calore.


ABSENTEE 2018

Useless words are going away,
to the waters of this sea
while your breath is getting cold
and an empty field around
tells 'bout flowers you have loved,
bringing flowers to your dusk
while your days are vanishing
lost somewhere among the tides
of your shining hurting sky.

So your voice is calling now
and I can't believe it's happening here
in the end of this old night
while your hands begin to pray
in a new sun without light.

And your shade is getting close
wrapped in those forgotten dreams
gets clearer...
Writing smiles on my lost lands
under grey and bitter rains
leading my eyes to the end.
And the room is getting bright
and I can't explain myself why
now you're floating in the air
now your laughing in the air
with your inexpressive voice.

Who am I talking to?
Know your baby is just a lost name to you.
know your love is not a ray,
couldn't shine in any sky
on this endless awful day.

So I'll bring them all your tears
as they should have seen the world
with these eyes
with the eys of unknown years
paint the horizon with your terror,
with your litanies of fear.

You gave me heaven, so you must die
you gave me hell, so you must die
you gave me the whole world
you had no mercy and who has
no mercy must die.


TURIN OBSCURITY DIARY

Back from a dream
Anne was a shadow
started talking to
the spectres of the road

From a balcony
the garden of the silent
was the keeper of her nerves
when dancing was a sin

Back from a dream
Anne was so young while
silver the snow was
falling slow on Turin

So she got knocked
into a different life
sparkles took her mind away
from the emperor and me.


MOONLIGHT SONATA FOR HOLOGRAMS

A jungle in the sky was down to crucify
aligned mystified observers
no one can say how was done
say is a lie
say it's like a boring complot.
Never fight against lots of games.
Then, you were waiting for an allegro flying start,
but my sonata drives into a brand new world of darts.
Needles of a storm
making my heart shake in a blue morn.
Clever plan
for a death date.
My pianoforte plays "Quasi una fantasia".
Fast, blood-and-thunder leaves a deep mark in symphony.
Stinging is the end,
c-sharp minor moon's sinking into sands
with no regret
looking at your mirror.
Then, you were waiting for an allegro flying start
but my sonata drives into a brand new world of darts.
Needles of a storm
making my heart shake in a blue morn.
Clever plan
for a death date.