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NOVEMBRE LYRICS
"Wish I Could Dream it Again" (1994)
1. The Dream Of The Old Boats
2. Novembre / Its Blood
3. Night / At Once
4. Let Me Hate
5. Sirens In Filth
6. Swim Seagull In The Sky
7. The Music
8. Nostalgia / Its Gaze
9. Behind My Window / My Seas Of South
10. Old Lighthouse Tale
11. The White Eyed
12. Neanderthal Sands
13. Christal
1. The Dream Of The Old Boats
Running by the shiny shipway
Which flows thoughtlessly
Down the marine mirror
Of a ionic waterline
There was a fresh breeze
Strange peace
Tranquility
And there was the Sun
It was even able to warm me up
No longer an enemy
The sight passed by, as pictures running
Playing tag to a sweet roundabout
Then the mighty of a boat
The art in its misery
Its baroque shams
Its gone inlays
The arcane ornaments
Its lone gaze
Its ancient memories
Its wars lost
Splendid
As Venice has never been
As the moon won't ever be
And just only is the sea
It was a dream, just a dream
'Cause only in a dream there's a fresh breeze
The Sun can warm me up
I wish I could dream it again
2. Novembre / Its Blood
Here is it
It brings the nothingness of tomorrow
Here is it
It gives the silver of another sorrow
The last wave
The very last wave
And then it arrived
Now unable to enchant these eyes
Weakened by
The desperation of suicide
The last sunshine
SOLO - Antonio
And the finally hate shall bring us together
And whwn all love is gone bad, will be at least turned to hate
I'll rise again
SOLO � Carmelo
3. Night / At Once
SOLO � Carmelo
Everyone stands alone
At the planet's core
Wounded by a sunbeam
And it's suddenly night
SOLO � Antonio
4. Let Me Hate
Let me hate
As black prevails
As blood invades
As love congeals
Let me hate
5. Sirens In Filth
Bitterness blows in the heart
Like chilly draughts in the hall
Of a crystal castle
Lost among clouds made of gold
Those anxieting visions
Images behind frozen windows
Make my eyes bleed
Ebony blood
When the silvergray fluid shall crack reality's walls
Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch
When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns
Trickle down upon yhe misery of this dead everyday life
Like pitch on your wings
Like a child lost in a war
Like dark paint upon a shiny picture
Like dirty sperm on a toy
And whwn the new star will shine of its own black
And there will be nowhere to shelter
Maybe they'll understand who we are
What we'll always cry for
6. Swim Seagull In The Sky
SOLO � Carmelo
Speechless
Unreal
Drowning in an abyssal silence
Slowly moving through this immensity
I fly, swimming in this darkblue sky
It's cold, I'm scared and besides rust
Even ice covers these doors
SOLO � Antonio
God knows hoe I'd be awake now
God knows how my eyes would tear now
God knows how I wouldn't lose my way
God knows how scared I am
How the seagull would pass away�
SOLO � Carmelo
Swim seagull in the sky
SOLO � Fabio
7. The Music
Incomprehensible like life
Unexplainable like infinity
My Lord, my God
An abstract entity the music is
Inconceivable like life
Immeasurable like infinity
My God, my Lord
It witnessed our beginning so the music is
Annihilating, upsetting
Mirror of joys and sorrows
It lives outside reality's walls
And we are it'd door to our dimension
It comes through our emotions
It runs through our art
And come out from our veins
From our pains
And so we use it right to annihilate
And so we use it to upset
Coming out from our pains
From our veins
8. Nostalgia / Its Gaze
E' come impazzire in un mare dorato
Anguish at the everlasting waters we feed
Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes
It blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winter
Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves
And left orphans by warm snows we go insane
At your ancient resigned gaze
The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch
Your intense mixture of silver and blue
Which deified our ancestors
Which witnessed science's temples
Which carefully hides the great lost island of the ancient future
Which can kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals
SOLO � Antonio
9. Behind My Window / My Seas Of South
And now that the cold has returned
Where is my window
From which I used to dominate
The world
My gray, black, azure world
A world without no wars
A world where I could even
Fly
Now I know love doesn't belong to these lands
It flies free above all this
I could see it from behind my window
Bringing me that happiness which the eyes
Where are my seas of South which wet my eyes now
Where is my window now that the cold has returned
SOLO: Carmelo
10. Old Lighthouse Tale
Life blows cold at my face now
And I see it and I suffer it again
A frame after the other
A second after the other
A guitar scream as I reach my last shore
In front of me there's just a sea
The immense sea of a last goodbye
And behind me emptiness
Just the emptiness of a life
I've tried it, but I can't see nothing else
No more romanticism in these waves
No more poetry in the eternal hate
Between the sea and the sky
Hate, hate breeding the unreachability of an horizon
I've felt the fury of the centuries eating these rocks away
I've seen the millennia sweeping away millions of mortals
Dying still searching for the meaning of this striving in vain
Striving just to disappear into the oblivion of an abyss
These waves to infiny are calling me now
And I'd never through their call could ever be so irresistible
I join them, I drown in them, I lust with them, I pass
I pass away by them as I'm as one with them now
11. The White Eyed
SOLO � Carmelo
Naïve blind eyes
Childish white eyes
The good
Child of the evil
The mother came to her daughter
Giving her a bit of herself
A bit of her madness
A bit of her blackness
How many were we in the beginning
And how many left
How many of us are still dying in you?
And now the sun�again. Oh Sun
Give us dust
Starvation
Give us sweat
Tears
But kneeling, genuflected
We silently pray to you
To free her from her black mother
Seagulls eat the eyes of the people
Seagulls eat the eyes of the dead sailors
You have taught us
You have eaten my eyes mum
12. Neanderthal Sands
SOLO � Carmelo
Caught in the whirls of time
Cold winds bring me to timeless shores
Shattering, flowing down grain by grain
By the sandglasses of the past
An innate memory
An anxieting deja-vu
The unconscious awareness
Of the error we are
The unconscious awareness
Of the exception we are in the universe
SOLO � Carmelo, Antonio
We are alone
13. Christal
Once she told me about a dog
Which abandoned by its owner
It died of melancholy
Since the it was all a little bit clearer
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