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Rating:
Each of Elisa's first four albums represents a season, in a completely subjective vision.
If "Pipes And Flowers", the first album, was the symbol of summer, the second, "Asile’s World", an emblematic title, represents the season opposite to the first, winter. This is Elisa's full-blown crisis album, where she tries in every way to cling to some value to survive in the world. This search leads her to experiment with a genre that happens to be opposed to the pop-rock sounds of the first; in fact, here Elisa has been dubbed an Italian Björk.
But Elisa is not Björk, primarily because the music of the latter is of such sounds by choice, whereas the choice of these sounds is due to the necessity of searching, searching, and searching without finding… What is described is Elisa's world in reverse (Asile is Elisa spelled backward), a world turned upside down, almost as if it were without reference points. That's why many songs are strange, seeming like commercial pop, but strangely they do not linger in the mind; or, in others, beauty is sought no longer in the voice but in particular, strange sounds (some bear an oriental influence, others have sounds that brush against the tribal), or in truly emblematic and hermetic lyrics that may sometimes seem nonsensical but gain a sense, a different meaning for each of us.
At times, the album does not seem homogeneous, but may seem more than anything a compilation, I do not deny it, but the homogeneity here is not given by the sounds, but by an anguish that seems to pervade the entire album. It seems that Elisa cannot live in the world and needs to live in another that becomes, however, a mirror to reality…
Perhaps the most complex album of Elisa, perhaps the most fascinating in its strange atmospheres, perhaps, but definitely the most explicitly symbolic and challenging, where it seems difficult, if not impossible, to get into the artist's mind… Fascinating and magical…
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Gift (04:20)
Na na na na na… (in the other room)
In the other room, I’m the other girl
I’m another one of your children
it’s this other face, this other name
I’m the other girl (want to be in the other room)
when you’re calling me, when you’re calling me
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
I am bleeding joy, still peaceful
I am waiting for patience
I live something beautiful
just thinking not too fast
I’m still here (want to be in the other room)
When you’re calling me, when you’re calling me
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
my secrets are now
things I can touch
this is complicity
I’m going to embrace
this man with no face…just fly
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
Your gift
shining through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
Your gift is giving, as receiving...
02 Chameleon (04:14)
It is just raining
it is just micro macro mood
it is just no words to say
it is just being in love
it is just fragility
it’s so unknown, aha, aha…
it’s that I shouldn’t talk no more
I shouldn’t talk no more
I hold a chameleon in my heart
disastrous and divine
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and he is my guide
it’s just ridiculous
it is just how much I ignore
it is just they are talking to me
it’s that I want to understand
it is just the way it works
it is just too many chains sometimes
it’s that I should stop speaking now
I should stop speaking now
I hold a chameleon in my heart
disastrous and divine
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
I hold a chameleon in my heart
disastrous and divine
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
I hold a chameleon in my heart
disastrous and divine
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
04 Asile's World (03:50)
Tic tac
Tic tac
Run up those stairs
Cause someone's waiting
You'd better run up those stairs
Somebody's waiting
You're so tired after you've worked
But you know you can miss things
It's so powerful and it will take
Troubles out of your head
It's so powerful and it will take
Troubles out of your head
You're rushing
This is the best lover
Music is the best lover
It's the best lover, the best lover
You're thinking in a strange way
You're so afraid of problems
You're thinking in a strange way
You're so afraid of problems
You're afraid of problems
You're so scared about the ground
And what's so scared about the ground
Tic tac
Tic tac
You run up those stairs
Somebody's waiting
You'd better run up those stairs
Somebody's waiting
You're so tired after you've worked
But you know you can miss things
You're so tired after you've worked
But you know you can miss things
12 Tic Tac (04:22)
Tic tac…
run up those stairs
‘cause someone’s waiting
you'd better run up those stairs
somebody's waiting
you're so tired after you've worked
but you know you can't miss this
it's so powerful
and it’ll take the trouble out of your head
it's so powerful
and it’ll take the trouble out of your head
you're ashamed this is the best lover
Music’s the best lover
it is the best lover, the best lover
you're thinking in a strange way
you're so afraid of crawling
you're thinking in a strange way
you're so afraid of crawling
you're afraid of crawling
you're afraid of crawling
you're afraid of crawling
you're afraid of crawling
hey what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
tic tac…
you run up those stairs
somebody's waiting
you'd better run up those stairs
‘cause somebody's waiting
you're so tired after you've worked
but you know you can't miss this
and you're so tired after you've worked
but you know you can't miss this
it's so powerful
and it’ll take the trouble out of your head
so powerful
and it’ll take the trouble out of your head
you're ashamed this is the best lover
Music’s the best lover
Music’s the best lover
Music’s the best lover
Music’s the best lover
Music’s the best lover
afraid of crawling
you’re afraid of crawling
still afraid of crawling
you’re afraid of crawling
tell me what's so scary about the ground
tell me what's so scary about the ground
what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
tic tac…
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