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The Pan Mall
04:22
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Yarns of flies
07:52
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Would you’ve held my gaze
If I had worn a mask to say hi
And repeat the yarns told by flies?
Would you’ve spent your time
In my den if I was a smart hound
With a full bowl and flamboyant fur?
Would you have taken a ride
On my sport car if I had drank
All the juicy fuel left in the tank?
‘Cause in the end
All I can understand is that
It wasn’t enough to buy what they bought
It wasn’t enough to take the road they built
It wasn’t enough to hallow the idols they worship
It wasn’t enough to chew the gum they spit.
Would you’ve followed my traces
If I had eaten my legs to crawl
Up to the ruins of burger kiosk?
Would you’ve smelled my flavors
If I had swam in a pool of puke?
Would you’ve ripped my sere yellow leaf
If I would’ve planted oaks
In my eyesockets to grow a wood
Where breeding grey owls?
‘Cause in the end
All I can understand is that
It wasn’t enough to get millions of likes
It wasn’t enough to get lost in a tide of calls
It wasn’t enough to smile to faceless crowds
It wasn’t enough to scream at walls of shattered eyes.
It wasn’t enough to smile and bow
To conceil ther price of a painful life
If their handshakes hide claws
And their french kisses snaketongues?
‘Cause in the end
They weren’t meant to accept us.
The mission of the mass is
Filling the evergrowing (unstoppable) carcass.
It wasn’t enough to chew the gum they spit.
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Deshorde
04:36
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Tlaloc
04:37
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Coatlicue
06:00
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In the pile
06:53
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Amid the muddle of multitude
Not all our thoughts were made of mud
Spikes of fury came out of incertitude.
Cradled by waves of grins and shouts
We kept veering on the edges of the cledge.
Drawn by the windy rage of guts
Along the bowels we were e-choes
Of ranting diverticula stuck in the breaking points.
Piled one on each other
We’ve been told to smile and wait
Those carrying flamethrowers
Were going to burn the excess meat
To unveil the bony white
That makes us equal,
All shiny joints of the one and only
Juggernaut
He who’ll leave the stake and march
In spite of the curfew.
He who’ll leave the stake and march
In spite of the curfew.
Pierced by glows of furious squares
Night skies turn into stock market screens.
Green arrows fliyng up
Spurts of droplets exchange
Red arrows pointing down
Fingernails of merciless emperors:
Beneath the ground
Ghost homeland yells
No shelters for the surviving joints.
Without muscles and skin
No one alone can leave
The deadly arenas.
Eventually Equality
Was the heaviest wing.
We climbed and ramped
Though there wasn’t height just width.
As the juggernaut fled the blocks
Blindfolded and trembling
We saw the empty marrow
At the bottom of the stack.
Then the corpse of a Brainchild surfaced
From the embers of wet pyre.
Those were real remains
Someone could bury and mourn.
Spineless and unvoiced
We won’t leave words to write
On batteries of nameless graves.
Those were real remains
Someone could bury and mourn.
We won’t leave words to write
On batteries of naked graves.
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Crowds and powder
08:10
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Failing the picture
05:12
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So much above
So much alone
He can still hear it thundering.
What a relief to know
They promised to squelch him
If he would’ve escaped its weight.
Seen from the highest top
There’s no shape to really crop.
Was it or him, in there?
Is it or him, out there?
Is its feeling what he thought to feel?
So much high
So much alone
In the haze of altitude
He beholds its slipshod shadow.
From below cozy whirls
Caress the load within.
See from the highest top
Everything is a mountain of soap.
Is it or him, upon there?
Was it or him, down there?
As it loses its grip on his thoughts
A crowd of thoughts befriends him.
He gestated the multitude
So the multitude birthed him
Inside a memorial brood of selves.
Is it or him, upon there?
Was it or him, down there?
Is its feeling what he thought to feel?
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Tormaentosa
10:00
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Ego non
06:16
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AFAN Alessandro Fantini Italy
Devoted to the "multimedianic" quest for the over-human identity hidden in the infinite stream of illusions surrounding humankind, Alessandro Fantini's musical journey can be hardly described with the terms of a conventional sound experience. His approach to instruments and electronic devices is intuitive and irrational as well as the visions he captures on canvas and on digital video. ... more
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