Lyrics

Revglow “Sound Post Tension” 

Can a scar turn into a butterfly?

A scar is a symbol of pain enclosed within two points, start and finish. The sound post is an Anglo-Saxon word for the vital part of the cello which in Italian is called “anima” or soul: the soul of the cello is a wooden cylinder situated between the belly and the back giving the instrument its pitch, the voice. The weight of the soul can be measured by the depth our footsteps sink into the sand.

I watch the ocean come and go, washing away the footprints, and caress the delicate silence of peace…the choir of the seagulls paint the horizon white, petals of liberty which fall to the ground without leaving a sign. Isn’t this the perfect day to color your spirit as you’ve always wanted to?Foreigners, brethren of this ghost theatre, walk holding white pictures, self-portraits faded in their intimate sense of existence. I wish to see mine, I think, but feel my chest compress with few golden breaths…and then I sense my body drown. Millimeters which become centimeters, gradual absence of gravity mocked by the sky which does not allow me to sleep. I grab the two opposite sides of my soul with my hands and hear the sound pulse, melodies which fly just like anxiety which wants to turn from chrysalis into butterfly. And while waiting for the moment between explosion and rebirth, I close my eyes and hold my breath…

 Scars

Just let it go! there’s no more time to waste…Just let it go! there’s no more time to waste…no more.

Just let it go! there’s no more time to waste…Just let it go! there’s no more time to waste…no..Life won’t hurt you life won’t hurt you life won’t hurt you

Anymore… Just let it go!

there’s no more time to waste…Just let it go! there’s no more time to waste…more time to waste…

Strangers

From the windows I see you and think I wouldn’t be like you! A crack unites us and I hear your breathlessness. I was never aware of those tears, I didn’t realize you could also cry while looking at the colorless horizon.

Your gestures are mine, our words are the same, your eyes are mine, our thoughts the same. They looks like strangers, becoming murderers of my thoughts. From the window you see me

and you think you wouldn’t be like me! A blame unites us, but I feel your sharpened blades. I was never aware of those fears, I didn’t realize the window isn’t real, we are living through the same pure reflection

Your gestures are mine, our words are the same, your eyes are mine, our thoughts the same.They looks like strangers, becoming murderers of my thoughts. They looks like strangers, becoming murderers of my thoughts…

Phantom Theatre

You are a shell like all the others, you are the container of the modern world. Failed attempts at giving me plastic gifts, blood of this useless show. Your words fall to the ground as empty as synthetic dew and with total indifference, you judge the color of our soul…

You are a shell like all the others, you are the container of the modern world. Failed attempts at giving me

plastic gifts, blood of this useless show.

Your words fall to the ground as empty as synthetic dew and with total indifference, you judge the color of our soul…Try to run away from this phantom theatre! You are a shell like all the others, you are the container of the modern world. Failed attempts at giving me plastic gifts, blood of this useless show.

Your words fall to the ground as empty as synthetic dew and with total indifference, you judge the color of our soul…you judge the color of our soul…

27

Open the window darling! It’s 5 to 12.00 and my dreams have yet to come. They rock me, they make me crazy but they don’t ever leave me alone…I know this wind is icy but let’s wait a little longer…

midnight isn’t far…I don’t want this to be the start! All of this makes no sense…no sense!

Don’t fall asleep darling

Should this night be the last?

Should this night be the last?

27 minutes past 12.00…

27 minutes past 12.00…

Close the window darling! I don’t want to miss one note of these golden breaths…

This is the Day Chase your fears away ! This is the day you were hoping for…Don’t you find this day is perfect? You have so many smiles to give! Isn’t this is the perfect day to paint your soul as you’ve always wanted to? Isn’t this is the perfect day to paint your soul as you’ve always wanted to?

Pictures left halfway, this is the horizon you see before you…Go and look for the missing colors! and and cry with them…till the end of the day! Isn’t this is the perfect day to paint your soul as you’ve always wanted to? Isn’t this is the perfect day to paint your soul as you’ve always wanted to?

Seagulls Choir

You don’t know how I miss you! I need to go away…..

Petals

I measure the wasted time on the scales you gave me, where has your hope gone?

My thoughts take flight to break through this armor of small black bricks. I fly with this desire to run

with no recalling who I used to be…The mud has become clay by now petals I can now let fall…

The mud has become clay by now petals I can now let fall…

I can hear the melody of my soul finally naked! I can hear the melody of my soul finally naked! I can hear

the melody of my soul finally naked! I can hear the melody of my soul finally naked! Finally naked..

Peaceful

There’s no pleasure!So controlled! There’s no pleasure! So controlled! Where’s the life I must belong? Where’s the gift that I want to receive? Where’s the peace that I should conquer? Where’s the place where I could be peaceful? Where I could be peaceful…

There’s no pleasure!So controlled! Where’s the place where I could be peaceful?

There’s no pleasure! so controlled! Where’s the place where I could be peaceful?

There’s no pleasure!So controlled! Where’s the place where I could be peaceful?

There’s no…there’s no..there’s no pleasure anymore…Hysteria takes control…Hysteria takes control…anymore..takes control…There’s no pleasure!So controlled!…..

There’s no pleasure!So controlled! Where’s the life I must belong? There’s no pleasure!So controlled!Where’s the gift that I want to receive? There’s no pleasure!So controlled! Where’s the peace that I should conquer? There’s no pleasure!So controlled! Where’s the place where I could be peaceful? Where I could be peaceful… There’s no pleasure!So controlled!……

Self-portrait

A self-portrait awaiting a name, dense warmth which springs from the centre of the heart.

I hide and wait never-ending seconds inside paper houses, awaiting the moment I’ll be born again…I’ll be born again!

Let me be the one to sing this melody to you! Let me be the one to sing this melody to you!

This melody to you…My ancient walls gave me the shelter to be fully unconscious as a bubble in the dark.

So I hide and wait never-ending seconds inside paper houses, awaiting the moment I’ll be born again…I’ll be born again! Let me be the one to sing this melody to you! Let me be the one to sing this melody to you! This melody to you..

Butterfly

Revglow “9th Chrysalis”

Uncertain 
linear movements in search of the right track night and day noise and music harmoniously combine I heed the essence of life vapour of time and watch my footsteps become less and less uncertain I have photographed the scars of my falls and now that I have tuned into the right track I can carve into the noise all the notes which caressed your soul
 
Out-Side 
I can still sense your worried thoughts
and cry because I’d like to help you
another Sunday to do away with like burnt meat
I ‘d like to lift the burden which weighs you down make you savour
the scented air and once again see a flair of happiness in your eyes
but it’s raining outside and everything seems so far away…
it’s dark outside and nothing is going to change…
so I hide and silently wait for the morning to come
like a frightened child who tightly clings to a treasure in his arms
while awaiting to newly behold an anxious ray of light
and the darkness cancels all hope only when my eyes cannot see
but it’s raining outside and everything seems so far away…
it’s dark outside and nothing is going to change…
but it’s raining outside and the darkness cancels all hope…
why is that door so close only when my eyes can’t see?
 
Chrysalis
I imagine the shape of your thoughts
begging for freedom ready to take flight closed within strict frames
I grab hold of your past what remains of the chrysalis you were
only broken bones tears of liquid pearls 
go on crying if you wish but if you listen to the silence
your demons have turned those chains into strong golden wings
I grab hold of your past and I crush it mixing it with my future
 
Illusion
I still long for tomorrow,illusory horizon…
I can wait no longer..I seek comfort in days of the past…
I still long for tomorrow, illusory horizon,
everything is going to change.
This hall of gloom feels like home…
I could take each letter on this page
and write it again with my eyes shut
gathering all the scattered grains of my thoughts.
I would be able to go back to their original rock
and trace back to all my mistakes once again
while rocking myself to the far-away echoes of such familiar tears…
I open the windows wide to this new morning and ask myself:
is this the future I had longed for?
 
Morning Sunshine
I still find myself amidst this storm of blades
I long for the cure to live a morning of sunshine
and I close my eyes and flee from the sighs which keep me awake
and weigh my dreams in mybedof hope
And I colour my future with yesterday’s snow
when I played by shaping time and the ticking of the clock
was the orchestra of my pleasure but the night is a thief
which smothers my lavish sighs thus I open my eyes
and think of those long-gone days when everything was simple
when everything was a game when my only cry was when I was unable to hear
that damned tick tock… tick tock… tick tock…
 
Veils
No-one can see me but everything is covered by a veil
I no longer recognise all I hear is the din of strangers’ footsteps
chasing the void convinced to be able to fill it day after day…
which of us is really lost?
today I’m faraway observing the world from the outside
where I count the footsteps that keep me from that smile
and wait of all …
I’d liked to have written I leave you now but a pause defeated.
which of us is really lost? 
 
Blood Poetry
You have built a prison in the heavens where to hide me
when I would be happy you have drawn up a plan in the desert
to compose melodies when I would feel the sadness drying up
my peace of mind.
you have thrown my key into the ocean saying it would no
longer be of use to me…seize my fears
I need to see you once more turn blood into poetry…
 
Nowhere  
Running nowhere, runnung nowhere…
Everything is still hurting me,
everything is still burning me,
everything is still hurting me,
everything is still burning into me.
I need to run away
I need to run away
I need to run away
I need to run away…from here.
Everything is still hurting run away from here
everything is still burning into me.
Nowhere….Running nowhere, running nowhere…
Everything is still burning
everything is still hurting me
everything is still burning…
Running with my mind
running with my mind
running with my mind
running with my mind
All around is on fire
All is burning
All around is on fire
All is burning
All around is on fire
All is hurting
I’m scared…All is burning
I’m scared…
All around is on fire
All around is on fire
I’m scared…
All around is fire
fire is under my skin
all around is fire
fire is under my skin…
 
Invisible
Tell me why I feel so far away from you
tell me why I feel so far away from you
I walk alone invisible
I walk alone invisible
I walk alone invisible
I walk alone invisible
Tell me why I feel so far away from you
tell me why I feel so far away from you
I walk alone invisible
I walk alone invisible
I walk alone invisible
I walk alone invisible