well, you can put it like this when your house will fall down it will surely do it brick by brick by brick but at its sudden collapse facing its structure destroyed you have to reconsider all the things that you made up and the blood that you spilt all the love that you took out and see it get crushed and rebuilt and destroyed again all the times that you trust it and you always got fooled and the mask you put on is the same as your face and your life is disguised in vain and everything you spit out have to get washed away by the rain wishes hopes beliefs and what remains of your whole life will better follow the same instead of marking your skin like the sweetest thoughts the strongest crush the righteous aims the sacred oaths the immaculate dreams the hallowed pacts well, sum it up their large amounts maybe the amounts of dust that gather ‘round your feet it is not so different from what you once had and we’re all pile of ashes, sacks of dirt bind together by spits and those things we think we’re building like handshakes, or hugs, or kisses, or loves are not worth more than the swamp that will swallow them except for the wind that wipes me except for the rain that is scratching my skin except for the fire that inflates me except for the blood that is raging me in so here, as the last teeth of an old man I kneel and twirl in the world open mouth my nerves twitching to a sound unheard as I dance to that, to the sound of my beating heart and the sky never seemed so great all creased by those streams of grey clouds at the first taste of morning my body resounds as a crystal vibrating, approaching the crash and the stars never seem to fade and their words of cold burning fire purify my senses wash out my voice guide me to the path of a newborn I can feel the thorns of rage on my fingertips I can feel my stomach shutting my mouth and speaking for me I can hear a new voice screaming around me filling me in and becoming my scream nature set me free (from my) nature (please) set me free)
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from ate ate ate,
released April 1, 2008
Dario Neri plays sound machines
Robert Tiso plays cristallophone
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