1. |
MANTRAS
04:06
|
|||
|
Green isle in the sea
a fountain by a house
dressed with fairy fruits and flowers
and all the flowers are mine
in that field under the sun
a willow cuts a slice of blue ground
I fall into an-hour trance
the sea air opens the lungs
White walls of lime to paint
are where dark eyes don't glance
many colors of flowers
and all the flowers are mine
Starry hope that didst arise
born to be overcast
a dream too bright to last
a voice from out the future cries
|
||||
2. |
PIER 4
04:24
|
|||
|
Am I going too fast
I'm running by standing still
is there anyone who would listen a word
when out there the night is so dark
And all the trinkets that I gave away
won't be repaid until the morning comes
You destroy your own free thought
downloading everything
You witness the passage of the black ship
I never let you know
how many battle fields I crossed unharmed
Ain't got words to describe certain things
and now out there the night is darker
And all the fake smiles I had to take as a gift
won't be repaid until the morning comes
I really do not get you
you're erasing everything
you witness the passage of the black ship
all the dockers of the pier 4
all the knockers of closed doors
they've seen your breakdown heaps of times
all the dockers of the pier 4
all the knockers of closed doors
|
||||
3. |
FORSYTHIA
04:10
|
|||
4. |
LEGACCIO
04:13
|
|||
|
When the wind blows from different lands
my legs start to move again
I make a phone call to my brother
like talking to myself
I just want to hear a voice that joins to mine
in a deeper sound
trying to see if fortune is still on our side
I'm not asking for more of what I have to
When tide is high
and Moon is in June
I sip / the wine of the last year
I sit / and wait for you to call
I just want to hear a voice that joins to mine
in a sound that cut the surface
|
||||
5. |
ANGLE CUPIDO
04:22
|
|||
6. |
DOPE FOR XMAS
04:30
|
|||
|
Oh dear, once again
I stamble in your crap
hurtful jokes
I pretend not to hear
no life in your
infected fields
I listen to your words
and you play dirty as ever
fact of the matter
it's still the same
after all these years
but the world has changed
and you not
to my eye
that is not the way
your fortune is made by robberies
to my eye
mistery is revealed
stooges and lawyers
power games
to my eye
the sticky case is clear
you're not so bright
as you think you are
as you think you are
|
||||
7. |
CONGOS
03:07
|
|||
8. |
PAPERWORKS
04:19
|
|||
|
I went over the paperwork
after asking around at the factory
your face is the cover of many magazines
and your record is clean
you with your faithfull knights used every means to stop us
you easily changed the meaning of the words
now about meaning you cannot even talk anymore
they say you don't kill anyone
they say you don't kill anyone
I don't think so
|
||||
9. |
HOMO DUST
03:24
|
|||
10. |
A CHANCE TO GOODBYE
02:08
|
|||
Giovanni Ferrario Italy
If you like Giovanni Ferrario, you may also like:
WWNBB#081 - Places Names Numbers
by Giovanni Ferrario Alliance
supported by 4 fans who also own “IMPAIRED MEMORY”
go to album
Roaring guitar pop big on blistering riffs and candy-coated vocal melodies.
go to album
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals.
go to album
Fueled by serrated riffs, raspy vocals, and rubbery basslines, the Aussie punks' latest pushes garage rock to rowdy extremes.
go to album
Headed by Polish avant-garde phenom Raphael Rogiński, this global ensemble thread experimental jams into a thrilling transnational exchange.
go to album
Tender indie rock from Boston artist Tiffy, with pillowy synths and heavenly vocals.
go to album
Death is Nothing to Us
by Fiddlehead
Boston band featuring members of Have Heart and Basement take their earnest, motivational post-hardcore to thrilling new heights.
go to album
