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?
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