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You Were All Here

by 240bpm & Flavour

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1.
The usual road of black tar in your home Dreaming of your knight next to an old candlelight You fell into a trap, you left your soul Blessing the stone and you, aging alone What do you feel? How do you feel now? How does it make you feel? Day by day, lie after lie Thinking you're about to flying high Night after night, betraying yourself Choosing the shade for a promise never made What do you feel? How do you feel now? How does it make you feel? How do you feel? How does it feel? Time has run out, and it will never come back Can you still hear me, when you're making your way? Do you know what you miss, denying all of your past? What do you feel? How do you feel now? Can you feel me?
2.
Pills 03:36
You have to be up to it Don't miss the moment Don't waste a moment Could You See That? I'm coming Pills, Pills Pills, Pills Tentacion Keep rhythm and smile Faster Elegant for cocktails Call the lawyer Excellent for my collection Put a smile on your face An hour of tennis Have to have a side Do nothing Don't make anything Harder Where are you ? Pills, Pills Too Old Next Message Play with your son Pills, Pills We will show it to the neighbours Pills, Pills Full Optionals Pills, Pills Oh Yeah!
3.
White stones rolling down Crosses, fires on the ground Shadows walking on the sand Red sky fading around Push, smile, turn around! Put your face on the ground! White noise, autograph Don't write my epitaph I hate photographs I hate photographs Snapshots in the woods Do you know what we should do? My head kisses the ground My feet sink into the ground Push, smile, turn around! Put your face to the ground! White noise, autograph Don't write my epitaph I hate photographs I hate photographs Push, smile, turn around! Put your face on the ground! I hate photographs I hate photographs
4.
I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask for it She would teach me to tie my shoes I could have roads to choose I'm just staring at this wall Why does nothing change? I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask God I was born next to Dad's guitar On a cold winter night But I feel your hidden tears Scratching on this wall I am a trapped child and I did not ask it to fate I saw myself in a carnival dress And my mother taking pictures Who knows how many smile We could live tomorrow Tell her that I'll make it out Caress their suffering souls Hug them when they feel lost Sing to them sweet lies I'm a trapped child but I didn't ask for it I hear the sounds of kids playing in the park
5.
There were no-things left unsaid Looking at all my steps There were no-things left unsaid Because it would take time to explain I've seen too many times A movie that now it's too old But i am rushing on my way Do you think only you can fly? There were no-things left unsaid While you always talk too much There were no-things left unsaid When we closed the last door You said that the silver spoon solved All your problems But I only see shadows Dissolve into nothingness When you find all the answers Have you something left unsaid? When someone suggests your speech Have you something left unsaid? When you forget all the questions Have you something left unsaid? When you write on the walls
6.
Instrumental
7.
Fast and divine you would call it But how many are these miracles? Deformed faces and paid hopes Water tears and golden ropes I lost regret for those different days I found a clock that ticks the same way I lost the beauty of waiting in haste I only found appointments in advance How much do we lose in finding? How much do we find in losing? I found it good and bad to walk side by side I have often lost the right sight I found a smile in the changing reflection I lost the same smile in the same reflection How much do we lose in finding? How much do we find in losing? We have hands ready to give us years of new life We have learning plans for English We have differentiated civilizations to understand our fortunes We have fucked up years to burn How much do we lose in finding? How much do we find in losing?
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Fade 02:31
Instrumental

about

A man, returning from a long journey - a metaphor for his existence - finds himself at his front door with five emotional suitcases to unpack.

In the first suitcase, entitled "How does it make you feel?", he finds a snapshot of himself young and smiling next to a girl. It is the memory of a friendship coloured with love. But she, seduced by the promises of another, has chosen to abandon everything, severing ties with her loved ones. The protagonist found her during his journey, alone and aged on a station bench, waiting for a train - the promises of the man she had loved - that will never arrive.

Upon opening the second suitcase, 'Pills', a VIP card and a vast box of pills emerge, categorised by goals to be achieved: economic success, physical fitness, sexual potency, social prestige... These are the pills that modern man swallows to keep up with society.

In the third case, 'I hate photographs', there is a broken mirror reflecting a timeworn image. The mirror, a symbol of the obsession with appearance in today's society, is surrounded by snapshots of memories, in a conflict between love and rejection for the image, capable of crystallising moments that will not return.

The fourth suitcase, 'Trapped Child', contains a stethoscope and awakens the pain of watching a friend's son, once a bandmate, struggle for life in a hospital room. The protagonist imagines that, next to the guitar where the child was conceived, his son could have been there, and reflects on what the little one will never experience.

In the last suitcase, 'Something Left Unsaid', is a poster of an old concert of his band. Time has passed, the band has broken up, friends have moved away. He himself feels changed, estranged from that past that now seems to have nothing more to offer.

After opening all his suitcases and putting away his belongings, the protagonist sits down, puts on his headphones and listens to a melody, 'You were all here'. The room is then filled with ethereal presences, faceless spectres that approach him, touch him, comfort him - a ceremonial farewell to his past life. These presences, symbols of his experiences, give him empathy and the courage to move on.

Finally, 'Found and Lost', the protagonist, with two empty suitcases and a new awareness, boards a train. Watching the world go by through the window, he reflects confidently on what he has left behind to embrace the future. He understands that only by letting go of the past will he be able to meet new presences and fill life's suitcases with new experiences.


Recorded June 2019 - July 2021.
Production and mixing by Vincenzo Lardo
Graphics and cover art by Nicola Cruciani and Francesco Francia

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released September 21, 2021

Nicola Cruciani - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Programming
Vincenzo Lardo - Bass, Programming, Guitars, Choir

Chiara Della Monica - Vocals on Trapped Child
Simona Della Monica - Vocals on Trapped Child
Giuseppe Esposito - Saxofone on Trapped Child
Rossella Lauriello - Vocals on Something Left Unsaid
Francesca Longo - Vocals on Something Left Unsaid

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