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_I N J E C T_
00:46
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Summer in Finister
04:52
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Finister, and now the summer is ending
oh well I though it were so endless.
Finister, and inside there we are dreaming
or Just enjoing the cradle of the borness.
We wake up so late from our grave
and then we have a breakfast undder a pale wave.
How could we feel like unhappy lobsters
here in the pool of Finister.
Drawing and painting on walls of our cave
we find the monsters having fun with an arcade game.
Berlin is not so big for our plays
let's lay on oysters like pink smooth pearls.
Acting barefoot on shiny lakes
driving back to home I feel an heartshake
How could we feel like unhappy lobsters
here in the pool of Finister.
Some boor boys are laughin' at me on the bus
and I know their happyness in their ignorance.
I want to laugh with them because I don't need
anything else while I'm coming back to Finister.
All lyrics by Guglielmo S. Diana
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Have you ever seen the youth of the night
to sink in a bay with gale and starlights.
They asked have you got the cigarette pants?
We laught and we danced and we played with the sands.
Have you ever read the label of the sea
It’s all made of wine and it’s a strange odyssey
that we started on a pedalo and you play at the cembalo
a song for the sea horse in scottish of course.
And is hi time my darling,
is hi time to say goodbye
and tonight the stars won’t cry
and your eyes my love are so dry.
Is this fault that we call? Is my blood so cold?
I’m a birthday without presents, but we follow the currents
And the smoke in the tents is a fog of dreams
a river that streams and a love that ends.
And is hi time my darling,
is hi time to say goodbye
and tonight the stars won’t cry
and your eyes my love are so dry.
Something like spiders are weaving the
waves of the last breathing shades
This is our camping night
One another swimming flight
And is hi time my darling,
is hi time to say goodbye
and tonight the stars won’t cry
and your eyes my love are so dry.
All lyrics by Guglielmo S. Diana
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4. |
Yellow streets
04:12
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Catching the bus, yellow street lights,
the land is freezes and thus I’ve got to step out like a cite.
I’m dripping down the gutter, looking at the billboard
there so much time to afford, I will piss upon the shutter.
Go inside like memories seized to the night
we decide what shall we do when we get home.
Waiting at the stop, there’s a closed shop,
and the smoking manhole is joking with the fog, someone else’s gone.
Big yellow eyes, green words, silver whale from the street,
stretch your guts while you’re eating me, I’m so whole.
Go inside like memories seized to the night
we decide what shall we do when we get home.
And now these empty streets seems to be, washed sheets, go to sleep
Two farewell tolls the bell
I can still fell the way you smell.
Go inside like memories seized to the night
we decide what shall we do when we get home.
All lyrics by Guglielmo S. Diana
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5. |
- S T I L L -
00:16
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6. |
Shaved Woman
03:57
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I dont' like to stay wooden drunk girl
and I don't want to whirl or throw up in a can
But I'm alone tonight
Shaved woman teach me how to make
my paper bomb, I will pay with a strum.
Then one chord, one new explosion,
we will turn emotions into a war
of experience and I'm yours tonight,
It's an evidence.
Shaved girl well I know that you don't care,
I can see your soul so bare.
So like others, you neither,
no higher than the girls that dance in this room
can have a new chance, but I've loved you
for a bit
Shaved woman beg me to stop
my paper bomb, you will pay with a chop.
Then one chord, one new explosion,
we will turn emotions into a war
that trow up in a can and I'm alone tonight.
I don't like to stay wooden shaved girl,
I don't want to spend my time with your head,
And I'm not the hospital
for you.
All lyrics by Guglielmo S. Diana
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7th
04:28
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I walk on asphalt
Seven miles from you
And the pink noise
is flavored with salt
There’s a small grey cat
Is crossing with a flute
Playing the seventh song
A city with the hat
All lyrics by Guglielmo S. Diana
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B-m0vies
04:13
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Although that now is over
I’m so happy to be your friend
And everytime we see each other
There is one thing I want to tell you
Oh what a marvelous day
Oh what a beautiful neck
But the biggest thing I’ve missed
Is to watch B movies with you
And now that we’re walking together
Why don’t we turn back to home
Sitting and dreaming on a sofa
Why don’t we switch-on the streaming
Searching and studying on the aether
We drink the culture and the wisdom
Typing and watching on a sofa
Datamosh bits are overcoming
Oh what a marvelous day
Oh what a beautiful neck
and the unbearable thing I’ve missed
Is to watch cult movies with you
All lyrics by Guglielmo S. Diana
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9. |
/ E J E C T \
00:45
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10. |
01 : 10 - 11 / 11 / 11
03:33
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Where are you?
I’m so hungry
Who am I?
I’m so hungry
What time is it?
I’m so hungry
Where am I?
I’m so hungry
All lyrics by Guglielmo S. Diana
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Guglielmo Diana Turin, Italy
Composer and Improviser from Turin
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