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It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye

by Clov

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1.
I guess I loved you but I really know anything about If I could be honest you are the sweetest of my lovers the best I have had and I will miss that I make you sing when you have no melody in you You make me sing when I had no melody in me White noise and I will miss that I have let you enjoy all those little things for the first time in your life No tears, I never been a wonderful love to otherwise and I will miss that I live in a floating world always two steps before the disappointments I live in a floating world always two steps before the disappointments and I don’t miss that and I don’t miss that
2.
Dust 04:49
Our isolation is perfect, we admit no visitors nobody know where we live She loves the dark and I share her enthusiasm hold me, no night lasts forever When the morning comes we keep out the light to stimulate the conditions of darkness It looks like dust is falling on something it looks like dust is falling on something and turn to blood It looks like dust is falling on something it looks like dust is falling on something and they’ll go ape We lit two candles to have enough light to read or write or simply talk We sit in the house all day until the true night comes then we go out into the streets We walk far and wide in the great city looking for things to stimulate our imagination It looks like dust, is falling on something it looks like dust, is falling on something and turn to blood It looks like dust, is falling on something it looks like dust, is falling on something and they’ll go ape There was an infinity of mental excitement in simply observing the world It looks like dust, is falling on something it looks like dust, is falling on something and turn to blood It looks like dust, is falling on something it looks like dust, is falling on something and they’ll go ape
3.
Ten minutes later, with face blanched by terror and eyes wild with grief you rushed from my house crushing your way through the crowd And the night was bitter cold and the lamps round the square flared and flickered in the wind His hands were hot with fever, the head burn like fire, the gait of a drunken man a beggar was frightened seeing misery greater than his own He stopped under a light and looked at his hands, a cry broke from his lips he thought he could detect the stain of blood already upon them And the night was bitter cold and the lamps round the square flared and flickered in the wind And the night seemed to know it the wind howl in agony words in his ears
4.
Platitude 03:48
Only because I’m pretty and you’re a bloody pig I can’t walk here alone because you feel well sometimes, only in yours black-outs calling me “stupid bitch” and eating my naked back and this happening every five minutes of the day There’s a blind man with a strawberry mark in the face that live in hell from a lot of time if you give him a coin he looks, grins and smiles with his big toothless mouth and I don’t know if is a clown or a tragic hero and this happening every five minutes of the day Oh my dear friend you’ve got so much to learn I only hope you learn it one day if only wake you out of your bigots dreams and understand a man who loves a man it’s only love, another human thing and this happening every five minutes of the day There’s nothing left for you, oh boy, to let yourself be butchered by your boss also if we all get killed off, I won’t be in aid of yours old-liars wars there’s no any good, braves causes left to die and this happening every five minutes of the day
5.
Travel 04:18
Claimed to have found out the wind at Lisbon's doors the wind that makes flying the children like kites and twirl my hat, too big hat, down to the beach and you've picked it up looking my shirt “Is funny” you said “Is funny” you said Remembered having heard the night in an old Morphine’s song sung in Kiruna, a night without end, an alcoholic night take my hand, take my eyes, all you want, tell me a story we could go to sleep “Day will be soon” you said “We could start again” A few friends will stay with you until the end and in every travel you, you’ll find loneliness in Kyoto, Madrid, Rome or Seattle my eyes are reborn “How many secrets can you keep?” you said “Still you doubt yourself?”
6.
I seem to spend my life saying goodbye my feet hurt, try washing my socks I’m quite prepared to see you wander off find a new home, make out on your own Now I’m looking for a way and never the last is the same as the one before But tell me why I don’t understand do we let these women bleed us to death? I’ll just change out of my old shirt press my head against your hair Put all that junk away and get out I think I’d like to try something else All the days that break in beauty and that set in storm free from the sins of night and the smoke of day I should try to increase the gas fire in your room could be better and I say why I don’t understand do we let these women bleed us to death? We all get out and have a drink soon
7.
My father was very tired, the doctor told him “you need a rest” so he decided to spend some time in country he’ll stay alone, that’s not good for him He never come back, he fell into a bog, his body was never found that summer it rained a lot Tomorrow will be like today, I’ll lose this war against her I’ll take my medicine, I won’t play, I’ll go to bed I’ll do these things and, in the end, I’ll die that summer it rained a lot That night all the guests were quiet, no one listened, no one talked each man had a gun in his hand, had hate in his heart but it’s difficult to shoot his neighbor in cold blood so I decided to shoot myself that summer it rained a lot
8.
Maybe I'm 02:19
Maybe I’m a man who kill herself drinking a lot every day usually I have no reason to talk and meet other people and sing Maybe you’re a girl that doesn’t know how much beautiful is your smile you take my hand and say to me I’ll sing with you with you and if the quiet is the new loud and tranquility is my noise I’ll continue to scream without destroying my world without destroying this world If you want to be free stay away from me without destroying this world without destroying my world
9.
What's up? 04:18
I wake up this morning my head was a fucking balloon my eyes was red and my skin was blue The great dislike of sunlight remember to me to apologise to all the people I spent the night with The stranger in my bed says “you know what we did?” I’m so thirsty I need a drink The vomit on last night clothes smells like drummer I swear, I’m never drinking again And you walked away from me last night and you walked away from the light, just like me I think is the answer to everything I do but without it people are boring and quiet This is the fastest way to push you so far will you close the door and kill the light please? Now I just want to be left alone but you stay by me, you stay all the time I’ll show you how destroying a man this is warming 30 years of cold in my bones I know it hurts but it’s okay And you walked away from me last night and you fly away and I stay here watching it and you walked away from the light, just like me
10.
You you’re my friend and I must say that you, you’re an asshole You can’t touch she anymore now you’re alone But I sit at your side I can feel your memories at the bottom of this bottle But I can go high with you I can smell your memories at the bottom of this needle You you're laughing with your fears you try over and over You don’t live but not being dead, are you sleeping? We were afraid, we sweated while a little crowd of prying idiots disguising their disgust pointing us like someone not to follow But I sit at your side I can feel your memories at the bottom of this bottle But I can go high with you I can smell your memories at the bottom of this needle

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released October 4, 2016

Played and recorded at home in 2015 by Piero Prudenzano

With:
Steven Lipsticks: bass in 3 and 8 - guitar in 5 - drums in 7
Domenico Prudenzano: drums in 5
Vittoria Erario: piano in 9

Mastering: Stefano Spataro

Artwork: Eleonora Venneri
Graphic design: Angelica Nanni, Davide Mora (nukeit.it)

Label: Hysm? Independent music catalogue

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