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TIME BANDITS
We have been the gardeners we have been the workers little angels of the house keepin’ the whole in order But the room was in a mess when the teacher took a class talkin’ about the colour for the grass Think we should have studied more but now the school is over God is breathin’ on our neck to get the map we stole while the world is in a mess and we’re tryin’ to change our class drink our glass smoke our grass save our ass We are gonna steal an object to set down our affairs We just wanna win a washer which could clean the nightmare Come enjoy the labyrinth call yourself a rover Followin’ the twine until the time is over Followin’ the twine but never found the loom We just can’t remember why We just can’t remember who God rules all upon my bedroom all o’er the world wars He just wanna make us feel dwarves put our things in order Take a picture of the good times we guys spend together Drinkin’ on this sinkin’ ship feelin’ rich and clever Back to top CROMLECH Choosin’ the pieces, chasin’ them all A temple’s a puzzle that’s made of stone Choosin’ the pieces chasin’ them all A temple’s just a puzzle you can make on your own I had a dream when I was just about two everybody was wrong and my parents too I had a dream when I was just three everybody was eatin’ shit but me And I’m riding a turtle of faith with no god to thank with no world to blame and I’ve been riding a turtle of faith everyday everyday everyday everyday I’ve been buildin’ a cromlech outside the cromlech Been buildin’ a cromlech outside their cromlech Choosin’ the pieces, findin’ the words Trapped in the puzzle and carved in stone Caught in a cage on the page that I wrote in this holy book I made on my own I’m eatin’ my bread while I sink in my wine been bound to this chainball all of my life but find some gunpowder to spark my recipe and you’ll watch me fly over the enemy lines And I’m riding a turtle of faith and I’m saying my evening prayers No more psychologies, just self made mythologies they could save the day everyday, everyday I’m riding a turtle of faith and now I feel no shame I’m saying my prayers saying my prayers they could save the day everyday everyday Back to top BOUCHONS de LIEGE Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’ai un manege C’est pas un manege, on dit qu’c’est une attraction au bord de la foire, au bord des lampions Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’ai une attraction beige Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’regarde les gens au centre de la fete, les tetes tournees vers les lumieres et les cris si grossiers Au centre du monde, ca passe devant Les yeux dans le ciel et les pieds de gravier Ca compte loin de mon vieux compteoir mais ca va comme ca parce que j’aime le soir Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’bois mon vin coupe Je m’appelle Sylvaine et je suis jamais seule J’ai mes pantins, mes etoiles qu’on ne voit plus les parfums d’autrefois et les tambours battus mais la foule d’un desert m’ennuie un peu Alors je prend mon fusil et je tire sur les gens les bouchons de liege sur le rythme du popcorn et la femme vetue de blanc ca fait quatre cents points Je m’appelle Sylvaine et je suis le manege Je prend mon fusil et je tire sur les gens Le vieil homme aux lunettes gagne un autre bouchon et l’enfant du notaire retire son prix Je m’appelle Sylvaine et je suis l’attraction Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’ai plus d’attractions En ferraillant la grande fete est partie Je sais que les foires ont leurs asiles aussi et mon asile est d’rester seule comme un con Alors je prend mon fusil et je tire mes bouchons mais je n’rappelle plus si c’etaient balles de plomb et la femme vetue de blanc ca fait quatre cents points Je m’appelle Sylvaine et je suis le manege Je m’appelle Sylvaine et... et je m’ennie un peu Back to top RIDE ‘EM COWBELL Into the battle the dunce is gonna dance around the circle Gettin’ near a fire the drums will play the same old song Shopping and revering ‘em all into the mall you hear the style call so you keep on shakin’ your bums until the leaders gong Let’s go together in a place that’s far beyond the sun over the great Orion and load our guns Shoot all your bolt against the chart Imagination’s your dart It tears apart Once I met the man who had the manners of a caveman his untrustworthy eyes said “why do you sing along?” I’m just like a bird and from my birth I like the brave men so I don’t tell no lies I sing like I’m ringing a ding dong Feet down to the ground Hands up to the sun That’s why the mountain told me to keep the volume high That’s why the Quentin told me That’s why the Long Train told me That’s why Dean Martin told me That’s why the Mountain told me to keep the volume high Back to top NECROPOLITAN Drink a spoon from this river Play a tune for a wicked soul Here we flow down this river Acheron dressed in sunday clothes You tame us in this churchyard when we go Mom, hey, when do we go? Thought it over S.M.S. cross the river Epigraphs We are what we read Necropolitan previous issues magazines we tame in our old garage when they age Mom, hey, when do we go? Thought it over In this windy afternoon garages sleep upon their doom they dream of smoke they dream the day when all the papers burn Burn burn burn burn burn Burn down burn down low Down down down down low Down down down down low Down down below Back to top ALBUMIN VAMPIRE The roaring of the engine draws a perfect cut across the beard of my land, now we cross our paths Some life just would be captured so I’ll hold this pact Herr Murnau please to meet you ‘though I think that we’re a different kind Herr Murnau don’t you fool me tell me what you sacrify We are parties to a plot That a little film divide Bring your presents in this grot and the box that traps the sun inside Herr Murnau don’t be nervous I am gonna play the beast for you Herr Murnau tell your servant I want some make-up for me too Herr Murnau don’t be nervous I think we are a different kind Just tell me what’s your sacrifice I read the book you talk about Give me a draught of cordial now I can’t remind the face of my love I read the book I think it’s sad In the last chapters of this plot the hunter plays the lamb Bring the light over this spot and turn all lymph to sand Bring the light upon this spot Contour lines black and white There was blood once in my shadow You’re an albumin vampire Last chapters of this plot Bring the light upon this spot Back to top RIGMAROLE Heat of noon Their black clothes hide the lights of the moon The gift I received rarely they give A knot of three on a saffron wall was waiting me They started to sing This their string Hard law of fate we’re going to say In this world, man you walk watchin’ back This Rigmarole teaches all you must know that we must kneel, man to the three Maids’ command They were there to hear the cry when the lame king became blind Don’t use your ears sound of their shears snippin’ now The first one showed how a quest has been worked out by the still living dead man That in childhood was hanged Two told the tale The hanged child was lame Three said this song proved the lame man was wrong What I thought when I sailed is “winds of doom, I dare” But we live in a ring, the storm has drawn it on my skin Rape my life A river takes me now Two feet’s pride, morning star Watch three feet cryin’ on Back to top MUSICANTI DI BREMA Non sempre con la falce solo erba taglieremo Che l’Europa e’ antidoto, l’Europa e’ veleno S’aggira uno spettro nei pressi di Bremen Il padre di tuo padre ha insegnato alla mia schiena come suona il giogo, come la catena Oggi suona il sasso, al passo verso Brema Ho annunciato ogni giorno che ha mandato Dio La mia voce e’ il taglio tra travaglio e oblio Questo giorno del Signore voglio che sia mio Let my shoulders bend under the weight of your feet, my friends See what man is like by this totem head through the windows light Let my shoulders bend under the weight of your feet, my friends See what man is like Swear we won’t be meat in this world of knives Tu che un tempo hai morso i morsi dalla fame Tu sei stato guardia, vieni, lasciati guardare Trova un nuovo orgoglio spoglio del collare Ha messo consiglio il nostro artiglio per un poco Ho dormito in casa tua, un’ombra sul tuo fuoco Ora l’alba aspetti, allunghi i suoi rintocchi non spengano il mistero che dorme nei miei occhi Join the city band ‘cause both Rome and Moscow turned to sand In this place this time swear we won’t be meat In this world of knives Back to top Heritage cry Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics:D.Zoncheddu Da un racconto piu' antico di "Hamlet" (fonte originaria di ispirazione?) un principe spodestato ritorna, comandato dalla voce del suo diritto di sangue. Il Thane esige con voce di tuono, ed il popolo leva le falci, armi di restituzione!> Used to sleep in the cold between a fire and a circle of wolves. There’s a village where the wood gets low there nothing’s said but something told. From a gipsy girl you bought with a kiss a response and two eyes to miss She said:”Take your head out of the sand, son of the brother of who rules the land!” The wizard in the golden hall foretold luck for his reign but the old man in the cavern said: “You’re a diamond in the rough state” He burned the boughs,they wrote on the rocks until the stone got warm: - Seed of a killed king, father of the storm! - “Throw your mantle! Show your ring! People waitin’ to fight and sing!” To the meeting at the stones ! all their sickles now are swords North and South,West and East swear the oath, raise their fist! Hear the noises of the crowd you should hear those who cry loud! Hear the whispers of the ground it waits for thunder to come down! “We are waitin’…deliver us!” They’re waitin’ for someone to deliver’em. “Come the storm!” Back to top Faëriee Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics:A.Bianchi Il regno delle fate visto dal suo lato oscuro, erbe velenose si nutrono della tua anima per il gioco sadico di creature capricciose e letali! in forma di racconto il pretesto per citare tradizioni popolari britanniche sull' argomento Haunted fire burning bright Lights the forest ,moonlight smile Willow trees bless pagan rites Creeps life that day can only hide Through the dancin’ fireflies Woody arhythmic beats nearby, whistle disharmonious rhymes Gathering,rings out the magic chimes Feel attracted by beastie eyes, naked like the day I die Take a step, break circle lights swift elapse and they…spin me round. Roots start climbing to the sky, and leaves go down below… liquid laughing,my mind seems to explode Silver Gates are open now,on the rotten way to Core, human eyes rip the veil of Underworld. “Leprechaun…Nuahcerpel!” (* pron.= Leprecön ..Nöcerpel) “Glad to see you!,manling servant,kneel to OBERON your lord, (* pron.= Lan-awnshee) Hold the pact, manling, I’ll light your way outside, back to the top My ballad for Pilgrims an' Crows Music: Kalêvala - Lyrics: S.Casula Una carovana di pellegrini verso Ovest, sempre verso il Sole per raggiungere le verdi praterie. Ma il Sole puo' bruciare gli occhi e la pelle, e l'anima iniziare a ricercare l'oscurita' come sollievo. A volte perseguendo sempre la stessa direzione ci si ritrova sulla sponda sbagliata del Bene e del Male. I’m a stranger,these strangers I call friends we march together to the promised land we follow our fate on this everlasting day but winds of the West swept the truth away Eyes are bleeding and burning like fire for the shining sun is our only guide “we must face Satan,give praise to the Lord” we can’t even remember who we’re dying for I know that another age will come we’ll belive until the night will fall Take the path of the ground when the gates of Eden will be found Take the path of the ground before the call of the dawn Somewhere under the ground we’ll be the memory of a town Take the path of the ground for gates of Hell must be found Listen to my story about the price we pay for glory listen to the song of time To the sun we ride through rivers of white light from the sun we’re going to hide To the sun we march waiting for the dark at last we feel the shadows nigh I know another time is near now that we are blind everything is so clear stars have never been so dark scars become the devil’s mark I’m a stranger these strangers I call friends now my ballad’s coming to an end neither knowing nor needing to know why we’re just pilgrims but we feel like crows In the middle of this sacred circle we invoke the God of Dusk while mists of ashes surround our eyes like a macabre mask chorus:”God of Dusk bless this mound” We dance the dance of time,its dust is running through my veins soon,under cover of darkness we will creep across the land the only lights that we can stand are the thunderbolts and stars for they’re the words of darkness tearing the sky apart. Take the path of the ground inside this wicked temple mound Take the path of the ground before the coming of dawn Somewhere under the ground we’ll be the memory of a town Take the path of the ground for the gates of Hell have been found back to the top Worlds End Inn Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics:A.Bianchi Neil Gaiman e "Sandman" all' inizio poi ... un porto di mare, un crocicchio nel Delta, una locanda durante il cammino . Quando hai bisogno di una luce e di sentire le storie che portano i viaggiatori dalla frontiera, ...si incontrano tutti qui! Old sextant you don’t work well tonight too high sister Pole Star in the Orion sky at Borgopass I turn left... maybe right? think I’ll set my sail on the Wird wind this time! Lil’ abaft of the Sun at the bow o’ the Moon as far as the Pléiades or an upwind harpoon a place you shall find when there’s no road to hit sparks the water mill of Long John Silver’s Inn. De-la de-la dee dee HO! no wisdom I’m looking for! neither searching for the knowledge De-la de-la dee dee HO! just console my soul - Das Grenzevolk! - with a stout or an abbey ale where the rocky road falls! The Dutchman shouts “Aye, aye crew! Tides for the next bloody fly” they chantent “La Messe des Morts” tasting burgundy wine Elric “freond min” deal me Chaos’ cards in my hand it’s too hard to solve Lord’s riddle for this borderline man. Is there something to learn? All just rollin’ of dice? Ask who’ll press “apple/Q” on my Photoshop file! Dee-la Dee-la Dee-Dee HO! We’ll sing refrains no more! - Das Grenzevolk! - Yet Jig’s lilt reaches us across the cliffs Dee-la Dee-la Dee-Dee HO! To tell of Wandering Jew… when he’s tired of wandering but still proud o’ being Jew Dee-la Dee-la Dee-Dee HO! Well... just one more time at all so drink the sour cup of life in 1..2..3..4 draughts Dee-la Dee-la Dee-Dee HO! 'Till it’s empty go slow you may find the hidden sweet or you can always hope! back to the top Theoden’s speech Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics:D.Zoncheddu Ovviamente "the Lord of the Rings" un doveroso debito da pagare nella figura di uno dei personaggi minori: abbattuto, piegato, sconfitto nel corpo e nello spirito...un'ultima volta si puo' tornare in sella e...cosa piu' importante si puo' chiedere ai nostri fratelli di cavalcare con noi! “Where now the horse and the rider?Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk,and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.” (Lament of the Rohirrim) Hidden swords and whispered words ,shall Grima heal my pain? my shoulders bent, my tremblin’ hand I saw the clouds I wait for the rain. He’s the One who watchin’ darkness doesn’t close his eyes thunder from his severe wood, woke me from the dead of night I failed to see I failed to do I’ll repair my wrongs! Punishment…for those who fooled me! for the faithful…crowns! I hail you Land! I pray and bow my head. Black clouds are approaching from the eastern sky like the fathers of the fathers of your fathers ride! and if you want …sing for me once more! Here are now the black ghosts of the Nine who died horse,make shadows fear our last ride, hear my battle cry! I’ll pay in blood,let me earn some pride! Kings! they live in battle, in battle they die... they find glory on Middle Earth or at Manwe’s side Here I fall! I fought and won and died! back to the top Skrimshander Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics: D.Zoncheddu,A.Bianchi Il capitano Achab e' Dio! Ma Dio ora vede.. Dalle oscure ossature dell'Oceano Dio sorge bianco di luce mortale, ed insegna ad Achab che la vita e' ingiusta, vana, e priva di significato...che la sua bellezza sta in questo e che rifiutarlo conduce solamente all'ossesione. Achab non lo ascolta. “Singin’ the old song, men and let’s have a drink to the old Buddies dead! I had a name, …seas washed apart,just like the tides in the shores of my heart Waves sail the coffin along to the end… Singin’ the old song, men!” Every night it’s like a fever hear it! Wood against wood, he feels it’s getting’ nearer I know now he screams at every scream,he talks to every ship we meet and looks far away He shuts up and he shouts and his thoughts are too loud to be heard now. The heart of the shepherd ran dry he’ll never lead the sheep out of the night The heart of the shepherd ran dry for the saltness of the sea. The water, seem to reflect the sky but don’t confuse that supernatural White someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire Hold the rhumb line, fathom by fathom to the ivory Maëlstrom three times the helmsman saw the Davy Jones call! now he asks everyone,he stands beside this fatal man and looks far away we call him fool ‘cause his charades are too hard to be solved now. Where has poor Pip gone? He’s been too long there alone water maybe washed his heart,the sky surely stole his soul! I know nothing good is waiting for us all! His life! He forgot his flesh is not stone if you could hear sounds under this deep flat blue wall you’d know nothing good is waitin for us all. The heart of the shepherd ran dry he’ll never lead the sheep out of the night The heart of the shepherd ran dry for the saltness of the sea. “Here Lord my father I lie tried to be yours more than mine but at the end what’s a man to live all his God’s life?” The water,look,may seem to reflect the sky but don’t confuse that supernatural White someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire …someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire… |
