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One Step Away
03:34
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I’ve lived in a forest for a hundred years, sometimes I get bored, but I know no fear. Whenever you pass, I hide; whenever you cry, I cry. Completely blinded by a white light, I chose to stay here for an endless time. I’m so close to perfection, I just need your love. I would have no objection, if you said no, but I need you to lift me to the highest sky. You’re my only pain, my only aim, and I know - at the end - I’ll open your arms to me. Then I can wait for years, knowing no fear.
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Belied
03:56
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Brazilian bitches at the side of the road, skinny men who sell high quality cheap drugs. People smell of dust, people smell of bones. Welcome to another day, welcome to another show. Close your mouth and try to open your eyes. Kings and pawns unable to cope with dull creatures. Cooping up our souls won’t help us seeing beyond this dazzling darkness, this desert that we keep inside ourselves. Benumbed, befouled, betrayed, belied.
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Helpless
03:42
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Here I am, as ever I am, can tell I am the way you let me be. Hope to stand at last, hope to stand at least. Phew, it’s what it is, some stuff and things, some unjust love. Can’t understand, don’t know how I always say I love you. My friend is right: I always fall in love. I’m telling you, I’m scared to be alone. It always goes like that, it always goes like death.
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Mourning Talking
05:07
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She said: “It’s not your fault, you did your best. I am with you now, they don’t deserve you. You are so special, you are so sweet. You don’t have to convince everyone. I believe in you. You’re not changed, it’s the world that changes, but from my perspective you’re still the same. Don’t promise me anything, just be yourself. I’m glad you’re listening, for once. I’m glad you’re smiling.” But her father stayed still, cold, careless, calm. Dead.
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Past Time
03:56
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I just ask you to listen, I just ask you to talk. I’ve only waited on, to hear you say goodnight. I’ve yelled your name, thinking you’d shout mine, and I’ve yelled your name, thinking you would smile. I held you in the crowd, ’cause I was afraid to forget your face, and I wanted you to remember my voice. I just ask you to know how happy I am, when I had these moments with you. But you are light years away from my words that are now useless, as your way to behave, as the snow on which you sail.
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Waiting for Her
03:41
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My sadness is a laugh tonight, the blankest one I’ve ever tried. And I’m as sad as a smile, the one of the clown I am. A Pierrot’s tear that never fades. Loneliness is me tonight, under this circus starry sky. So far away from home, didn’t rest this coffin-shaped heart I am. A Pierrot’s make up that doesn’t change. The wind blows sounds, but your voice. The sand has every shape, but your face. And you cry the hole i am. A Pierrot’s world I belong to.
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Song for a Life Taker
02:17
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I know you didn’t die. This act of yours was not about denial, when it helped, when it hurt. I know when you did it God shed a tear. Getting ready for the service, uncertain of wearing a pair of brand-new saddle shoes. The other way to feel your life fulfilled was to make it look like death; a feeling that was so identical to the yellow collared mod dress she used to wear. The one you could remember in the picture, sitting on a bench with you and your sister, smiling you both to your mother in the park: it was how you spent your warmly familiar Sundays when you were ten. Then the age grew old, as well as your thoughts, and all the things appeared to be misleading, deceitful, receding from the scene. It seemed like the picture had no frame, and your mother took no space, and you knew how colors fade, when the light is too strong.
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Windmill Project Tuscany, Italy
Windmill Project is committed to exploit the unstable wind of inspiration to describe, also with lyrics, real sensations, which both player and listener are invited to identify with.
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