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1.
Let me escape from your whispering poisoned nights This sick petrol is getting deep and terrifying Neither the Moon, nor a star upon my way My own time has been absorbed But it’s the same, it’s always the same I’m trying to mend my pitch-heavy wings They are a way to burn, yeah But they’re a way too to be free You’re gonna see my muscles getting so pumped up that I I will only have a limit in the sky | I will be free I’ll flash your night, your prejudice, your sin I’ll be the man The only man who will betray this bloody feeling | The smog of your temples won’t shoot me down I’ve been breathing violence And it’s condensing in this sound My temples are throbbing and I don’t like it at all My time has come, it’s up to you to stop me! | I will be free I’ll flash your night, your prejudice, your sin I’ll be the man The only man who will betray this bloody feeling | Do you know what I saw? Was I ready for this all? Did you cut with me the net? Do you know you’re locked In it? What my eyes could not but bare, my amazement, what I could dare Do you know how seemed the world? Do you know how seemed the world? | I will be free I’ll flash your night, your prejudice, your sin I’ll be the man The only man who will betray this bloody feeling |
2.
Your Dadaistic Vision of the world is only a scandal Of your missed religion you don’t wanna know Your pencil case hates those pens that you won’t fix Oh might you wanna do those tricks? Your Dadaistic Vision is a fake sensation of your mind Contested your religion when it was only a fail Delusions and mistakes are burning away And might you wanna walk this rail? | Mind, she’s away from her mistakes and the best that I do is controlling me Try to see everything when the sea burned with the sun over me Find all the reasons of my pride and the cause of my disease is love my side Cry with sorrow streets, and the horizon sparkles under me | Your Dadaistic Vision makes you undervalued Pain on your blames and rats with your pets You and yourself found that base picks But might you wanna crumble your tricks? Your Dadaistic Vision scratch the flattery and “Good luck!” The art, your pleasure, stress a rotten pray Candles in the sky as lights that you kill And might you wanna wait for years? | Mind, she’s away from her mistakes and the best that I do is controlling me Try to see everything when the sea burned with the sun over me Find all the reasons of my pride and the cause of my disease is love my side Cry with sorrow streets, and the horizon sparkles under me | What’s that mystery? Where’s your nightmare? Can’t control your feeling and the wild beast that is in you. Heartbeat’s crumbling in you, heartbeat’s crumbling in you Heartbeat’s crumbling in you and you’re not the only ones who know.
3.
Missolonghi 04:00
Mr Lord Byron is coming to see his way Where the cruel spanish men will not let their peace free Oh, can you see what the world is going to be? - Now here - Under your waterfall where your world used to be your home The water is falling down from the sky Your pride is as your wife And you don’t feel the same although the train is on your way And you don’t feel the same If the revolution kills the oppressor | Now Missolonghi is your home.. | George Gordon Byron wrote on the paper And all the words were naked Corrupted England was your fatherland And your father was mad So you said my life is terrible I will fight for Greece in her rebellion! | Now Missolonghi is your home.. | All the warriors are ready, please don’t touch our ladies Go away from my state, go away from my reign Mr Lord Byron on the grass, your eyes are seeing the death How many times you wanted to fight for your life? | Now Missolonghi is your home.. |
4.
Into a book there’s no real place that you can’t improve in your head Wake up and your bread is still awake on your hands And your eyes are already feeling tired and your mouth is dry and Your mouth is so dry, and your mouth is so dry and | Don’t ask yourself if the life is going to be the next thing that you’ve got To think about and so you are worried Oh you’re so worried | So wash your face and lose your bones with your deluded delusions Sweet delusion but you don’t care if they killed the solution Remember the time when you had to grow up, the party, the festival, a warm up Your streets are another collision, if your eyes are another reason to live so | Don’t ask yourself if the life is going to be the next thing that you’ve got To think about and so you are worried Oh you’re so worried | Plug in dreams and stop rock Give your motivation so your dream is long.. So long and not wrong Not, not wrong.
5.
Futility 03:04
Take your car, turn the key in the ignition This sound’s like your freedom And your freedom’s like your trip. You have to take the milk And leave your worries at home Fuck you walrus, you can’t touch me tonight. I’ve sent you a letter I hope you’ve received it Oh you cannot understand what I’m going to do I’m going to screw the world | I want only a fantasy in my life From Chicago to Paris I’ll follow your advice | Playing some country on the train I’m excited like my brain Random excuses I’ve got to say A lot of excuses i’ve got to kill I can see Florence out of the window Trees and rivers and streets outside I can feel my soul jump like an athlete The shaft is broken but it’s better that way | It’s better that way From Chicago to Miami it’s quite the same | | I want only a fantasy in my life From Chicago to Paris I’ll follow your advice | I don’t want to come back home I just wanna find my role For this actor too worried to act Too mad to forget his futility.
6.
It’s not that I don’t hear, it’s not that I don’t want to listen In this sick room I am the only survivor from those atomic whispers The well-made melodies of your strictly artificial and beautiful anomalies Began to make me wonder about the Contagious Believes My spleen is banging with sounds it’s a tuned stereo As long as I see the lightnings of this world You wouldn’t say that when you close your eyes The whole world dances, the whole world becomes a tale of dices | It’s mighty funny People are walking on their razorblades On the sidewalk the prophet poisoned himself And the gipsy man is playing a song You feel it dancing in your throat | What should you do about that? It’s not that it’s your fault but Taking consciousness is the first step Can you hear the record player that is uttering a last song? Every note it produces is just binding you | It’s mighty funny People are walking on their razorblades On the sidewalk the prophet poisoned himself And the gipsy man is playing a song What’s that dancing in your throat? | What should I do about that? It’s not that it’s your fault but what have I deserved? That everyone is standing in the ground and is shouting “Which side am I on? Which side am I on.” What should you do about that? What should you do about that?
7.
Supernova loops, through this summer sky Tonight ain’t gonna be what your crumbled DNA expected to know On the suburban rows a rebel dewberry dirties the polling booths On the top of the tension their wise doctrine hesitates at all Turn on the headlights dear, in the end it was just a paralysis Hey dirty fellow take your wallet you swear she’s said Sheltered in a box room, it seems a safety routine made just for you On the top of the tension your sight fogs, what’s that moan? | You must float, brainy bud Damp your lips and smoke it alone The western challenge forces us to show the best Damp your lips and swear | Drink a toast to your life and the curtain is rising A lonely actor on an empty stage and empty is the stall Crossing-over defines your role get your chance to break loose On the top of the tension their wise doctrine hesitates at all It’s the end of the trip, “Ladies & gentlemen” pay your headsman before Going down, such a boring job, don’t you think, Lord? A cheeky moon rises through a midsummer sky For all this tension your sight fogs, Mr. Moan | You must float, brainy bud Damp your lips and smoke it alone The western challenge forces us to show the best Damp your lips and swear |
8.
You go upon your railway to celebrate your agony when you paid All your fogs and there is only a flurry, but you don’t care And you cast all your reasons The cash-desk is in front of your eyes The market is next to the pub or was it far away? From the street and the pavement it’s a-curving Like your meltin’ point A protestant visitor is going to change his life And now he’s pruning his hair The world has died when love has talked us And now we’re all together in our | Last, Proximate End Track the toxic spirit in your land And don’t feel what he said And screamed about plastic surgery | We’re running in marathon the street is full of night Discussion on your life, the hell is in your sight Were you an innocent and was your work right? Words in your life are always like a sea that you can’t supervise A suspicious character is running in this line And your eyes are grey and alone in the night.. | Last, Proximate End Track the toxic spirit And don’t feel what he said And scream about plastic surgery | Beautiful the world in your dreams Typhoon isn’t here, but is... In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes In your eyes, are they filled up with night?

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released April 4, 2013

Exù has been entirely written by Silence, Exile & Cunning and it has been recorded, mixed and mastered at the Treehouse Lab in Lodi (Italy). The artwork has been made by Andrea Miele, the paintings by Franzi Gastoldi.

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"I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can, and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use... Silence, Exile, and Cunning." ... more

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