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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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Track Name: Gods' Viper Heads
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 |
Track Name: Dadaistic Vision
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.
Track Name: Missolonghi
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.. |
Track Name: Plug In Dreams
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.
Track Name: Futility
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.
Track Name: Pladjaktush (What should you do about that?)
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?
Track Name: Dots 'N Borders
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 |
Track Name: Last, Proximate End
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?