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BLOOD AND BLADES
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * Dressing white and rose lie down in my arms stronger than before wider than the sea She doesn't answer anymore and leave no message in my room I'm just like a butterfly in a day I can live and die Breathing in my breath leading by one gest contouring your lips feeling like the blood seeking that old avenue… I've never seen before yesterday such so many crimes they were as cruel as the desert sand as a thorn in my side Among a thousand faces behind my black shades two worlds are missing their bounds remains blood and blades
TIME RIO
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * You may call this time my Rio draw out from a bunch have found some heroes see this world and see how much it seems real into my eyes, my world is real See the road and see the days come shorter dig and dig and nevermind the mine is empty still the child is joking with the paper I'm going on See the sun and wait until it blinds you Set the world apart and far from my heart paint a long line and see till you can follow it I'm going on I'm afraid of me and I'm going on
MORNING STAR
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Sebiano C.) * * * Stay away from those fears dreams come closer so you put your arms tight your body calls me this night I can arrange things between us your body calls me this night I have my drink, is this lust? You know there's a glowing star outbound from my position on the ground Naked on that black bed my arms are around you and you heal my hurting scars your body calls me this night I'm loving you girl, you feel it set the engine on your bio-lust 'cause this is not a game and you cry.
A STRANGE KIND OF FASHION
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * A strange kind of fashion the only risk in my hand like a drop digging swept away by a dead river in flood and it never lays the dust on the ground for an infinite second a strange kind of fashion the only skirt in my hand my personal perversion know the other side of the things heaven has aborted put a brake to my blackest feelings a strange kind of fashion is reaching your head somebody would say... a strange kind of fashion is reaching your head somebody would say... another kind of fashion is reaching your head as important as the sun add some white to my darkest feelings …to my darkest feelings
SLEEPING
(Musiche Cadabra - Testo Francesco R.) * * * I push into my eyes till the pressure makes me blind till the light will become whirl and it draws the best for me more useful than a gun till the painting has been done till the blood will become ink my body art is satisfied handle with care while weeping sure that silence is all you needed sure that my love is always sleeping sure that your noise is changing just acting like my lips they still move i cannot speak till my words will become art and they talk instead of me more useful than a drug till the painting has been done till my voice will drop the lights my body art is satisfied grabbing the death i'm feeling sure that silence is all you needed sure that my love is always sleeping sure that your noise is changing |