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
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?
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
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?)








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