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Asocial
03:58
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It's so soothing hearing you saying I'm nasty...
You wouldn't ever believe it but that's good...so you won't ever disturb...
You don't know how cool is to know that you think I'm not cool as well...
Because you know for sure how lonesome I can be...
And I am not unkind...just asocial...nevermind...
No guests at home, no troubles at the door, no evenings to spend
I'm fed up with wasting time pretending to be interested...
It's so good to be out of sight...with my will of rejecting...
Never care about conventional things, about hipocrisy...
Standing all the time watching and thinking about how it could ever be...
Then to act, to find a way to be the way it feels to be...
And I am not unkind...just asocial...nevermind...
No guests at home, no troubles at the door, no evenings to spend
I'm fed up with wasting time pretending to be interested...
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Dissolution
05:41
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When a country is breaking and the institutions are guilty…
When the culture cannot heal the people's mind it means it's lost…
When they cannot understand where's the problem and what it keeps being standing…
When they cannot see that the cause of the troubles is themselves…
Why they cannot open their minds and see what comes around?
Why their myopia is so grave to make them blind again?
Why do they think that the institutions are broken only because they’re corrupted?
Why they are so good to affirm all this but they keep sustaining this system…?
The answers are in the ill conscience of the people…
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3. |
The Right Time
04:20
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Waiting…staying…the right time…
Here we have the right time…
The future appear not so great…
But here we hope for his coming…
There he’s coming…
There he’s coming silent…
His smile make us feel safe…
The one that will mend everything will come…
He will settle down…
The one that will clean all the world around…
He will reset…
There he’s coming silent…
His smile make us feel safe…
Winking like it was so easy…
He says “hi, now it’s the right time…”
He will put everything in the right place…
And he won’t need our help or support…
We were waiting for him since so long…
And now he’s come…and now he’s come…and now he’s come…
Hands in the pockets, smiling and sparkling…
It looks like everything is easy…
He makes us feel so safe and great…
We will have our recovery…
There he’s coming…
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4. |
Don't Throw At The Sea
04:28
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Stay on the ship…
You cannot swim…
Coming from the war and starvation…
You couldn’t float any longer…
No way…
You wouldn’t find the salvation…
Today…
You’d better be waiting…
The mooring of the ship…
You’d rather be waiting…
They come and take you all…
You cannot swim…
On the run ‘cause you wanna live…
Stay on the ship…
But you would throw at the sea…
In between two worlds…
Don’t move to get free…
Or freedom will be denied…
And the deep blue will write the final chapter…
You’d better be waiting…
The mooring of the ship…
You’d rather be waiting…
They come and take you all…
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5. |
Lullaby
04:19
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Kassarmonika Italy
An independent, self-managed and self-produced webspace. Ideas based on canceling of the musical standards for reaching the
authenticity.
Paying attention to the wierd but sought musical records, even not immediate listening, provided based on real ideas.
Not necessarily directed at the general public.
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