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Rating: I live in a spacious and bright apartment in a small provincial town, at the foot of gentle hills covered with vineyards. I am pleased to have moved from the city where, as a young rebel, I would slip along the suburban walls to dive into the flourishing urban underground scene. But alas, countless decades have now passed, and other needs drive me now.
My apartment also has a terrace spacious enough to sometimes allow my lady and me to dine "outside" or have breakfast while admiring the numerous trees surrounding the building.
For space reasons, I furnished the terrace with two comfortable garden chairs and a little table to which I am very attached, dating back to my childhood. It consists of a stainless-steel tube base and a red formica top with an always stainless-steel edge. In Italian kitchens, in the late 1960s, it was quite common.
However, due to its age and probably also because of the not-perfectly-even floor, I've always had to keep it against the wall to avoid a small but most annoying wobble that slightly hinders our peaceful dining.
But even set up this way, there remains a tiny oscillation.
Annoying, believe me.
For instance, a few days ago I was listening to "Chelsea Girl" (yes, yes, the one by Nico) but every time I leaned on the table, the clinking of the cup distracted me from being absorbed in the music...
Until yesterday, when I realized the solution was within reach.
Swiftly, I dashed to the study where I keep some of my precioussss (Gollum reference) to emerge shortly after holding with two fingers, at a safe distance, a CD that for some ill-fated reason had ended up in my home.
Nimbly inserting the silvery disc under the offending leg (of the table), I realized the balance was perfectly restored.
But it doesn’t end there: after placing the booklet in the appropriate recycling bin (paper), I promptly recycled the case too, replacing it with the unfortunately cracked one from "Betrayal!" by the Lapse.
To celebrate, I listened to "You're Living All Over Me" by Dinosaur Jr in its entirety.
What can I say, a CD isn’t always this useful!
Oh, for the record: it was "Medusa" by Clan of Xymox
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Medusa (05:53)
Finally
I have seen the lights in your eyes
And now
I am gloryfing my tragic destiny
Dreams can be wholesome for me
Life is a tormented dream for me
Mesmerize me, enchant me
Mesmerize with your eyes, now
Enchant me, hypnotize me
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, hypnotize me
I found the lies in your words
And now
I am gloryfing my tragic destiny
Dreams can be hard and mean
I still wonder if you are aware of this
Dreams can be hard and mean
Life is a tormented time, now
Medusa, Medusa
Medusa
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, hypnotize me
Enchant me, mesmorize me
03 Michelle (02:59)
Michelle
I heard your lured howling
I can't resist temptation
I can't resist your smile
I cought your raddle eyes
Michelle
Michelle
My hagridden goblin
Michelle
My mellow
Michelle
Michelle
I must be insane
It's not me to blame
She loves only fame
Michelle caused my really pain
Michelle
Michelle
Michelle
Michelle
Auw
05 Louise (05:17)
Louise
It seemed a long time ago
Louise
I'll always remember that day
I crawled on my knees
Begging you to stay
You made me shiver Louise
You made me quiver
Now I do the strangest things
I think such lonely thoughts
Forgetting all
Just forgetting you
Louise
Anything at all
Not to think of you
Anything at all
Don't deny it is not true
Louise
I feel I am getting weaker
A life blue on gloomy waves
I feel I am diving deeper
Into the darkest caves
There's nothing at all
To find a way
Louise, Louise, Louise
My heart used to beat
Now it only weeps
Louise, Louise, Louise
Uncared the city sleeps
I am twisted in the streets
I am shivering
Into the strangest things
Lonely thoughts and forgetting you Louise
And you promised me
You told me
You told me ampty lies
Louise, Louise, Louise
(my only cord is not to adore, I have to say, it is my only way)
Louise leave me, leave me
No longer interfere
Louise
Louise
08 Masquerade (03:54)
I'm here, laying underneath
But there is nothing left to say
You slowly went your way from me
Felt your softness fade away
Who am I?
To make you stay
Oh, here we go again
Entering the masquerade
This is tha place
Dreams will shatter
Cover your face and care no more
She don't care no more
These narrowed eyes I don't know
Nothing is there behind
The mask you wear
Now it feels so unreal
Cold as ice
This face I see
Masquerade, masquerade
Let me out
Masquerade, masquerade
Care no more
Masquerade
She don't care no more
Masquerade, masquerade
Let me out to save her
09 After the Call (05:55)
Actually it's overpowering after your call
It took me beyond the truth
And pushed me further into a void
Actually you're taking refuge in your imagination
Here and now a rupture grows through each day
Unwilling flows
Than in lustre of season
Piles, away every whistle
Here and now the rupture shows again
Through which the almond grows
There is unrest beside some sides and
Certainly searching for a meaning
Clouds as they've floating past in the present
As much more thoughts part in the present days
Oh, keep calling... me,
Oh, keep calling... my name
Oh, keep calling... my name
Oh, keep calling
Come and see me falling
Foolishly following your mind
Come and see me falling
Falling into your mind
Wait for me, wait for me...
10 Back Door (04:52)
I am shrouded in darkness
I crouched in wasted years
I lingered, I can't get through
Dazzled between far and near
Like the elegies relate to days beyond recall
I lingered in many memories
And again I stumbled through the back door
Seeing you, a misty shadow
I feel my repression
I can't go on
And again I am falling backwards
Tomorrow I will be here again
A silent mute of a black desire
Tomorrow I will be here again
Tomorrow I'll be here again
Be here again
Be here again
I am tired of tears and laughter
Or what may come hereafter
I am weary of days and hours
Desires, dreams and powers
Although it makes me weep
It is you
I wanna keep
I wanna keep
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