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Beautiful.

Ajaje, look, you hit the nail on the head; the term Lagna-Rock was coined to describe Radiohead, and then it was expanded and became a real musical movement that encompasses several bands, but it all starts with the RH, true icons of Lagna-Rock. It's not an offensive term, just a name that conveys the idea. In the Radiohead stew, I would also throw in Squarepusher; in my opinion, if they've listened to them closely, just like Autechre.

Eh, it gets sweetened in the end, otherwise it would be shamelessly Sabbath. Trust In Whiskey Weed And Black Sabbath, it's Goddam Bruss Springsteen.

Purgatory

Thinking of an ancient dream, places I have never seen/
Fantasies lived long ago, I break my brain, I vanish through the floor/
Above the clouds my mind will fly, forever, now I can't explain why/
My body tries to leave my soul, or is it me? I just don’t know/
Memories rise from the past, the nebulous shadows of the future/
Something clings to my head, I will be led into darkness/

Oh, one more time, another place, oh, another smile on another face/
When you see me floating in the air beside you, you have the feeling that all my love is inside you/

Please take me away, take me away, far away/
Please take me away, take me away, far away/
Please take me away, take me away, far away/

Thinking of an ancient dream, places I have never seen/
Fantasies lived long ago, I bother my brain, I vanish through the floor/

Above the clouds my mind will fly, forever, now I can't explain why/
My body tries to leave my soul, or is it me? I just don’t know/
Memories rise from the past, the nebulous shadows of the future/
Something clings to my head, I will be led into darkness/

Oh, one more time, another place, oh, another smile on another face/
When you see me floating in the air beside you, you have the feeling that all my love is inside you/

Please take me away, take me away, far away/
Please take me away, take me away, far away/
Please take me away, take me away, far away/

Sylvian, the meaning is "Bruce Springsteen Shut Up writes metal lyrics." This text could have easily been written by Ozzy or Wino; Antimo wanted to make us understand that even metalheads have a soul, and that Bruce is a bit metal. Don’t say anything. Oh, fuck, this text is really excessively metal, it has everything: I dreamed of being a child last night (Children In Dream, eh) / I was where the pines grow wild and tall (Pines, graveyard trees, grow wild) / I was trying to find my way home through the woods (the woods, finding home, TOO MUCH OZZY, TOO MUCH) / before darkness fell (DARKNESS, I won't add anything else) / I felt the wind rustling through the trees (sinister atmosphere) / and spectral voices rising from the fields (eh?) / I ran with my heart in my throat along the rocky path (eh?) / with the devil biting at my ankles (excuse?) / I made my way through the trees, and there in the night (desperation in its purest form) / my father's house emerged stable and bright (well, just change devil with father and we're good) / the branches and brambles tore at my clothes and scratched my arms (eh?) / but I ran until I fell, trembling in his arms (eh?) / (...) after a while it sweetens, but this is a perfectly normal Gothic Metal text. Sylvian, is that not enough? It's a scoop.

...no, nothing.

Ah, Vrensis...

Give us a review of Blur, please, explain to us with your beautiful words, let us enter the sophisticated world of Coxon's 4 chords, the desire within me is overwhelming. Bring out your guts "iuniongieccati" and help us understand how to listen to Britpop, maybe I have some terrible speakers and can’t hear the rivers of notes from Albarn... illuminate me.

Fuck, I'm curious, but do you think it through before you say those things, or do you really think it over? I mean, first you tell me "What a disgusting Zappa... long live the Sex Pistols!" ... and then you say you listen to "sophisticated music"? Are you for real? Give me your address, because in my opinion, you’re an invention of that guy from Pola with the square head. You’re testing out on us if you’re a good comedian before you go to Zelig; I want to know the truth.

Look, you really need to turn this into a treatise. I can give you some hints for Mondadori, like a nice book "From the Heavy Metal of Queen to the sophisticated-prog side of Blur, passing through the dance of Carl Czukay." I can already picture you on the cover, smiling in your Fred Perry like that guy from The Streets.