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Tea For Two
04:50
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Knock, Knock
“Who’s there?”
“I’m a broken lip”
“So what do you want from me?”
“Nothing really,
Just delivering this box.”
So they got the box and they’ve found in it
A Pin-up and a Rock’n Roll Star in love
With another package in their hands, oh yeah.
Uh!
The Pin-up and a Rock’n Roll Star opened the box in their hands
And in between papers a little girl was doing cartwheels on a bed
Her parents used to make her laugh and rarely shouted at her
Like in a cute cartoon, well she found quite soon
A strong hug arranged for a group of three
With a little girl in between
To get a bit of share
And in the middle of the hug there was a box
And in the middle of the box there was a clock
Featuring 24 numbers
So to make softer the difference between day and night
So to find the energy to do as much stuff as they like
In the time they got
In a bloody love bigger than God, uh yeah.
Let’s have a tea for two
Let’s have it in three, for two
Let’s have a tea for two
Let’s have it in three, for two
And they lived happily even after
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2. |
Attitude
04:27
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Trying to draft the endless way
You
Your pencil’s tip bumps into
The wry thoughts’ twisted line.
Thus you need to review your minds.
Black back, painted by gangs of wraiths
Pale white front to be designed.
You would need a kind of a sign…
Trying to draft the endless way
You
Your pencil’s tip bumps into
The wry thoughts’ twisted line.
Thus you need to review your minds.
Believe in what I’m saying
It’s trusty, real,
Human beings, attitude
Believe in what I’m saying
Believe in what I’m saying
It’s trusty, real,
Attitude
Human beings, attitude
Believe in what I’m saying
Asking me what I can’t say
You
The sound of my answers bumps into
The wry thoughts’ twisted line
Thus you need to review your minds
Black back, painted by crews of wraiths
Pale white front to be designed.
You would need a kind of a sign…
To draw the line.
Just to try to keep your minds.
Believe in what I’m saying
It’s trusty, real,
Human beings, attitude
Believe in what I’m saying
Believe in what I’m saying
It’s trusty, real,
Attitude
Human beings, attitude
Believe in what I’m saying
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3. |
Dream #42
03:28
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The scarecrow was smiling through his lace
Engraved with a knife on his wooden face
Such a relevant tonnage
Looks the harvest, standing leal
Such a reliable tillage
But the guard is just straw-filled
Jumpy crows there were bantering the brave
Making fun of the cross supporting grave
Such a relevant tonnage
Fears the freedom, standing leal
Such a reliable tillage
But his brain is just straw-filled
Such a relevant proudness
Looks the harvest, standing leal
Such a reliable sadness
‘Cause the guard is just straw-filled”
Suddenly came the wind, moved leaves and clouds
Unexpectedly strong and howling loud
Such a relevant tonnage
But not flexible for weals…
Such a reliable tillage
But the straw’s now turning real…
Such a relevant proudness
Looks the harvest, reeling leal
Such a reliable sadness
‘Cause now straw is scattered on the field.
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4. |
This Place
03:58
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Cold and bare
Is my place
But is / a core cross-point
And stories raise
Four big towns
Lead to grace
In this / core cross-point
On its surface
Just three ways
And a rail
With this / core cross-point
Oh, Through this / core cross-point
Just three ways
And a rail
With this / core cross-point (core cross-point)
A kite is laid
------
But tonite
That’s my pain
“Oh, lonely am I?”
Wet in rain
Now, tonite
That’s my blame
“Oh, lonely am I? God, lonely am I?”
Wet in rain
Yes, tonite
That’s my shame
“God, lonely am I? / Calling you”
Just in vain
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5. |
White Wall
04:09
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So far you got in front of the white wall
No right no left no stairs no falls
No upper level to be reached, at all
So far you got in front of the white wall
You reached walking through the white floor
And you've been wearying for miles and more
There were supposed to be as well a white door…
You reached walking through the white floor
Thus, now it's up to you: decide and go
You could smash your face against, otherwise no
For sure there is no chance to get it low
Thus, now it's up to you: decide and go
Get back, walk back, don't lean on!
Get back, walk back, don't lean on!
Get back, walk back, don't lean on!
Get back, walk back, don't lean on!
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6. |
March, 31st
04:26
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Save and keep perception
As just a few, seven days, are gone
Translate reactions
Communication is a funny bone
Like a dumb I turned a sick game into a war
Like a dumb I searched the way
But there's just a candle light
To get exactly what is she:
Evil or love
We'll meet as an exception
Just few clear words and then it's done
Who feeds affection
Is the one who trusts an higher Lord
And I don't feel those dogmas which make a man a stone
And I don't feel those dogmas
But look for a candle light
To get exactly what is she:
Evil or love
Then we talked for long
And all those good intentions are drowned
We felt so lonely
As bodies were so stretched in just one lone
And I gave her all the pleasure I could know
And so she gave herself the chance
To turn the candle light on
To get exactly what is me:
Evil or love
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7. |
All Together Now
04:43
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Well, it was quite late at night // and all those cars were brightly shouting
A man in front of his jealous woman’s suspicions was answering
Like in a police interview, he was feeling guilty and she knew
You know, the woman actually // was quite ruling the game
She was recording the whole scene, she was doin’ it frame by frame
And his reactions were dissected ‘till the door knocked, sounded
A loud beat // and then two
And both their hearts // were beating too
An annoyed voice summoning out there from the glooms.
The two of them looked each other asking what to do
“Would we open the door or let’s complete our interview?”
Actually he perfectly knew // the reason why somebody was asking from there through
Finally the man indolently walked to the gate
And said a secret word in a low voice ‘cause that’s the way
The intruder answered with the right response… there are pros and cons…
So the door was finally opened and the doom got in the hall
They shook the hands like two old buddies meeting in a mall
The woman paled ‘cause something was really about to befall
The man's shirt was buttoned // and he put on his pants
A serene resignation, like a millionaire resting in between exotic plants
Than he stopped standing in front of their guest and you can imagine what the rest!
The execution was pretty fast // and the silencer did an effective job
And in a short time, he'd be just meat, pretty well rotted to a glob.
A sharp shot in the forehead // a smoking hole smelling bad
And from that hole, suddenly, came out a waft
And from the hole, rapidly, it moved faster than a hovercraft
It plunged into the intruder’s mouth who began to fidget but could not shout
So the soul of the killed man took possession of the intruder body and then
The victim raised his level // to the killer’s level when
The woman loosing part of all at the scene run to the kitchen, took a knife and came back in
She was feelin’ quite offended in being observing and not involved
She was definitively hurt, insulted, harmed, injured
“This fucking guest came into my lodge, he took away my man and interrupted my fucking talk!”
“Well you, fucking bastard, you ought to say your prayers now
Because a truly insulted woman can slaughter you like a sacrificial cow
I do not get the reason of your fuss and shaking but be sure I’m gonna stop it with my stabbing.”
And so she did, she killed the intruder with thirty-six stab wounds
And blood was all around just like autumn leaves in a wood
And once she stopped herself panting, gasping, a little waft began surfacing
And what was coming out, well, it was exactly the same waft
And from the wounds was fluttering faster than a hovercraft
It plunged into the woman’s mouth who began to fidget but could not shout
So the soul of the killed man, passing through the intruder body, like a bridge
Flight from mouth to mouth ‘till reaching the woman’s body indeed
And once the chief of this new body was actually the blew, the first thing he did was destroying the recording of his woman’s interview.
(OK guys, I guess we got almost half an hour of shit now. We can even stop playing. That’s a cool job guys. Thank you everybody. We can even stop playing.)
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Yes it’s true,
I’m quite sure that Jesus is gone
But in just three days he’s reborn
For sure that’s a fancy art-form
‘Cause me, I believe, I’ll be done
And never become
A flame nor a white sacred host
I believe, I’ll never become
A presence in your days
You can depend ...
...on,
Love.
Yes it’s true,
That your dad he is a bit more
And even death trembles afore
encountering his eyes
But she can’t avoid her exercise
If you think so, we can try a compromise
She’d walk away for good wine and cooked rice
Uh uh
And never be back to our lives
Uh uh
And never be back to our lives
And that’s it
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Jurenito Italy
Jurenito is a project matching music, visuals and thoughts. It is based in Nowhere.
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