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Metempsychosis

by Kavee

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1.
Waiting, waiting for a sight Waiting, waiting for the ice on my temple Musing, hallowing until I'm blind feeling shivers in the night golden tears on those limbs, on the hills on the melting falls down here May the light give out heat and tomorrow it could rain let the bay melt one day may the boat float again with me And the sight would be neat from the hills you could see lot of trickles that teem they still twinkle and step away Waiting, waiting... for the deer to come back for those flocks full of life just like wonderful clouds above me In the light golden tears in the sky, on the hills crazy splinters spring for me
2.
Like a special novel, life surprises us but the fate seems stable, framed in given forms we should rate the past of the world and what can cause here the loss of the sun So try to imagine nothing but the snow On the outside blowy omen of the storms You could see the darkness before the sun goes to hide behind white coats Many meters cover now the planet's stones nowhere plants are growing, nowhere insects spawn You could feel the loss of the sun when you search for life into the waters So you should imagine to fall in deep, black holes strange beings, amoebas stand still in the gorge they don't dispel anything more than they strictly need to last the hell, to get to us
3.
A Poem By William Campbell Along the line of smoky hills The crimson forest stands, And all the day the blue-jay calls Throughout the autumn lands. Now by the brook the maple leans, With all his glory spread; And all the sumachs on the hills Have turned their green to red. Now, by great marshes wrapt in mist, Or past some river's mouth, Throughout the long still autumn day Wild birds are flying south.
4.
My thoughts wander back 20 years down the track to the time when your bloom was blowing Under that tree on the hill... we hid in the flowery field Your skin was the light that blinded me like a moth the mild smell on your neck like morphine my hands were shaking down there but my mouth would eat up everything it's hard to remind what I've done... that day Your hair set on fire by rays came down on my greedy chest and from your mouth the relief like morphine
5.
Interstellar 06:55
In the plain where I come from there's no sky for the stars and the night is a curtain it's dark and pale In my bedroom i can figure many worlds where to fly falling quickly, dancing slowly in the dark, 'til the sun there's no road to the end nowhere to look at the horizon how can I say "my home..."? how can I feel alone? All the lights that sorround me maybe part of my world to meet after this wander to reach when I'll be gone maybe that's my horizon my connection to one goal my refuse to the end I should stay in my bedroom and regard what is mine my affections, my reminders my set up Days go by without worries but my soul has no time to calm down, to set up its own way, its own run there's no road to the end nowhere to look at the horizon how can I say "my home..."? how can I feel alone? All the lights that sorround me maybe part of my world to meet after this wander to reach when I'll be gone maybe that's my horizon my connection to one goal my refuse to the end
6.
The woods are haggard and lonely, The skies are hooded for snow, The moon is cold in Heaven, And the grasses are sere below. The bearded swamps are breathing A mist from meres afar, And grimly the Great Bear circles Under the pale Pole Star. There is never a voice in Heaven, Nor ever a sound on earth, Where the spectres of winter are rising Over the night's wan girth. There is slumber and death in the silence, There is hate in the winds so keen; And the flash of the north's great sword-blade Circles its cruel sheen. The world grows agèd and wintry, Love's face peakèd and white; And death is kind to the tired ones Who sleep in the north to-night.
7.
Awakenings 04:57
An awakening without time lost shadows in the open eyes cannot feel my clever arm bent in a bad way My face looks for hideouts a dark place where to close my mouth "No way to speak again" that's what I said I've got no peace, no reason why to still want the rancid wine during this day How did I fall into this hole? How do you feed a broken soul? with lots of rhymes? The white of the eyes is red what a challenge to get out of bed and if I say a single word you faint I'm a dumb with a liquid gaze dancing slowly for a coffee rain there's a fire in my stomach to get wet And I promise it to myself I will not make it once again 'cause I'm so tried You know, habits are worth a lot maybe that's just what I've got to calm down the pain
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01/01 01:22

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Recorded and mixed in Verona by Valerio Willy Goattin between May and August 2020
All songs and lyrics were written by Valerio Willy Goattin

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released October 1, 2020

Valerio Willy Goattin: Vocals, acoutic and electric guitars, banjo, drums, percussions, bass, harmonium, sitar

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