Flavour Sperimentale - A FLEETING SENSE OF PERCEPTION

FLV-08062025-026-ST-FS – Bandcamp (June 8, 2025)
Ambient, art rock, experimental ambient
Home recording (March 2020 – October 2024)
Mixing / Mastering Nicola Cruciani
Formats Digital
Artwork Paranoimia

Nicola Cruciani – vocals, electric guitar, bass, keyboards, programming
Vincenzo Lardo – bass, acoustic guitars, keyboards, programming

The Curtain – 3:31 (Cruciani)
Morning Object – 3:33 (Cruciani, Lardo)
A Surreal Painting – 3:06 (Cruciani)
Hard Muzzle – 4:02 (Cruciani, Lardo)
Black Blue – 5:43 (Cruciani)
Awakening – 3:07 (Cruciani)
Crystal – 17:31 (Cruciani)

MORNING OBJECT



The murmur of blue flame
Tell my lonely dawns
Like a soft caress
Which brings news of you
Strange kitchen items
They look at me staid
Darkened monoliths
Get used to silence
But my loneliness in this morning
It finds no differences whatsoever

Warped shadows
Behind my tea cup
Absence in fading
In empty glasses
Fog-filled mirrors
A new calendar
A man is breathing hard
in his bed

How many times these walls,
They saw my life
Get lost in the dark
And find me still alive

SURREAL PAINTING

A surreal painting, a crowd in the sun
Smiling and surfing the waves,
Next to a thousand graves.
Higher and higher they stare—
Is this how the journey ends?

On the road to nowhere,
Is this how the journey ends?
Running blindly,
Inside concrete boxes,
In this cast indifference
Is this how the journey ends?


HARD MUZZLE 
When you fade into the crowd
Or you are only out of sight
When you sleep on your hand
As you sink into the sand

You would like to face the night
Hard muzzle and no tears
But you fall like a child
Sobbing to the stars

For the lines you erase
From your favourite book
For all we are saying
In this silly romance

And you build with so much effort
A shrivelled cardboard smile
But the grey rainy days
They never come too late

When you push your headphones hard
To stop listening to this world
But you skip all the radio stations
For music that you’ve never heard

Like dusty chess pieces
Like old pictures on the floor
Like lazy rain in the garden
Like lush in the snow

240bpm:
So hold your breath between the seconds
Where the words don’t know your name
There’s a crack of light in the ceiling
That still remembers why you came

If you loosen the rope of your heartbeat
Let the silence finish the tune
You might find, beneath the hard muzzle,
Something fragile learning how to bloom

When you fade into the crowd
Or you are only out of sight
When you sleep on your hand
As you sink into the sand

And you build with so much effort
A shrivelled cardboard smile
But the grey rainy days
They never come too late

For the lines you erase
From your favourite book
For all we are saying
In this silly romance

BLUES 40

How many times will they be needed
To understand the steps of this dance
The words to say on every occasion
The smiles to offer at each appareance

What does it mean? Explain it again
The measure of absence in every return
The glance in the mirror, the comfort of habits
When you hide a smile behind the curtain

Eternal strangers in the lands where we're born
Where is it hidden, 

My complete answer 

All the time lost, watching from afar
When is the right day to cross the black line?