240bpm & Flavour - YOU WERE ALL HERE

FLV-21092021-020-ST-240 – Bandcamp (September 21, 2021)
Co-releases
Attenuation Circuit (Germany) – Bandcamp (November 10, 2021)
Otcrah Records (Mexico) – (September 21, 2021)
Camembert Électrique (France) – (September 21, 2021)
Completely Gone Recordings (USA) CGR-461 – Bandcamp (September 12, 2022)
Psychedelia, electronic, art rock
Home recording
Mixing / Mastering Nicola Cruciani, Vincenzo Lardo
Formats Digital
Artwork Paranoimia
 

Nicola Cruciani – vocals, guitars, bass, programming, keyboards
Chiara Della Monica – vocals
Simona Della Monica – vocals
Giuseppe Esposito – saxophone
Vincenzo Lardo – vocals, guitars, bass, programming, keyboards
Rossella Lauriello – vocals
Francesca Longo – vocals
Giovanni Armadoro - keyboards
 

How Does It Make You Feel? – 4:03 (Cruciani)
Pills – 3:36 (Cruciani, Lardo)
I Hate Photographs – 3:27 (Cruciani)
Trapped Child – 5:44 (Cruciani, Lardo)
Something Left Unsaid – 3:46 (Cruciani, Lardo)
You Were All Here – 3:34 (Cruciani, Lardo)
Lost and Found – 7:53 (Cruciani)

HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL?

The usual roads, black path to get home
Dreaming of your knight by the old candlelight
You fell into a trap and lost your soul.
Blessing the stone, you are aging alone

[How do You feel? how does It make You feel?]

Day after day, lie after lie
Thinking you're about to flying high
Night after night betraying yourself
Choosing the shade for a promise never made

[How do You feel? how does It make You feel?]

How do you feel? How does it feel?
Time has run out and it will never come back
Can you still hear me? Are you on your way?
Do you know what you lost by denying all of your past?
What do You feel? ( How do You feel now?) Can You Feel Me?

PILLS

You have to be up to it
Don't miss the moment
Don't waste the moment
Pills, Pills (I'm coming)
Harder (Where are you?)
Pills, pills (too old)
Next message
Play with your sons
Pills, pills
We'll show it to the neightbors!

I HATE PHOTOGRAPHS

White stones rolling down
Crosses, fires on the ground
Shadows walking on the sand
Red sky fading around

Push, smile, turn around!
Put your face on the ground!
White noise, autograph
Don't write my epitaph

I hate photographs
I hate photographs

Snapshots in the woods
Do you know what we should do?
My head kisses the ground
My feet sink into the ground

Push, smile, turn around!
Put your face to the ground!
White noise, autograph
Don't write my epitaph

I hate photographs
I hate photographs

Push, smile, turn around!
Put your face on the ground!
White noise, autograph
Don't write my epitaph

I hate photographs
I hate photographs

I hate photographs
I hate photographs

TRAPPED CHILD

I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask for it              

she would teach me to tie my shoes

I could have roads to choose

I'm just staring at this wall

Why does nothing change?

I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask God

I was born next to Dad's guitar

On a cold winter night

but I feel your hidden tears

scratching on this wall

I am a trapped child and I did not ask it to fate

I saw myself in a carnival dress

and my mother taking pictures

Who knows how many smiles

we could live tomorrow

tell her that I'll make it out

caress their suffering souls

hug them when they feel lost

sing to them sweet lies

I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask for it

I hear the sounds of kids

playing in the park

SOMETHING LEFT UNSAID   

There were no-things left unsaid, looking at all my steps.
There were no-things left unsaid, because it would take time to explain them.
I have seen too many times a film that is now too old,
but I'm running on my way — do you think that only you can fly?

There were no-things left unsaid, while you always talk too much.
There were no-things left unsaid, when we closed the last door.
You said the silver spoon solved all your problems,
but all I see are shadows fading into nothingness.

When you found all the answers (have you something left unsaid?)
When someone suggests your speech (have you something left unsaid?)
When you forget all the questions (have you something left unsaid?)
When you write on the walls (have you something left unsaid?)

There were no-things left unsaid, because it would take time to explain them.
I have seen too many times a film that is now too old,
but I'm running on my way — do you think that only you can fly?

There were no-things left unsaid, while you always talk too much.
There were no-things left unsaid, when we closed the last door.
You said the silver spoon solved all your problems,
but all I see are shadows fading into nothingness.

When you found all the answers (have you something left unsaid?)
When someone suggests your speech (have you something left unsaid?)
When you forget all the questions (have you something left unsaid?)
When you write on the walls (have you something left unsaid?)

LOST AND FOUND

Fast and divine you would call it

But how many are these miracles?

Deformed faces and paid hopes

Water and tears and Golden ropes

I lost the regret for the different days

I found a clock that ticks the same way

I lost the beauty of waiting in haste

I only found appointments in advance

How much do we lose in finding?

How much do we find in losing?

I found it good and bad to walk alongside

I have often lost the right sight

I found a smile in the changing reflections

I lost the same smile in the same reflections

How much do we lose in finding?

How much do we find in losing?