Giunge un nuovo giorno su questo mondo
Sento bimbi cantare un girotondo
Like a Scarecrow abandoned in the cold
Like a gear that is too old
Like a big sigh left half way
Like a feeling in slow decay
Rich on Monday
Sending photos to the portrait artist
Blind on a Tuesday
Smoking secretly behind the curtain
Just a Wednesday
Consulting self-diagnosis manuals
Sad on a Thursday
Solving a puzzle in a magazine
Bored on a Friday
Pretending to be proud and self-made
Sick on a Saturday
Waiting for the watershed to come
Like strange points of light and angles
Like autumn times and landscapes
Like the light step in the purest thought
Like salty eyes amidst rough anger
Like pointed blades and broken keys
Like cold beds and feverish diaries
Like in the rain the same old climbs
By sending messages to Deus ex-machina
Taking the madness behind
Telling nursery rhymes on a silent boat
Packaged in the survival market
Free from the natural tendency to class pride
Locked in the technological death of the smile
We need love to resist
We need love to exist
We need love to glimpse a refuge
We need love to eradicate resignation
Look out the window
Now, you can see me
music by Marco Grieco
lyrics by Nicola Cruciani and Marco Grieco
vocals, bass, drums,keyboards, acoustic and electric guitars, orchestral arrangement, soundscapes - Marco Grieco
guitar solo - Vincenzo Lardo
guitar solo - Nicola Cruciani