"I have a heart of soft wax, it melts easily at the slightest rise in temperature... my hands are more than weary, I look at them and pity them but finding energy for them is a hard task... my eyes are already red and sleepy, they confuse shapes and ages, it is clear that they strike and I have no more authority"...
The same vibrations traverse constant paths.. "My remains are now tired, they can no longer bear the weight of one who doesn't know they are nothing and I have a weak stomach, it can't stand the smell of those who don't subtly despise themselves... I have a head stuffed with shit gentlemen, here's the truth: your lovely gift will condemn me"...
A guitar so perfectly Floydian that makes you shiver in front of the intensity of its sounds, the fluidity with which it flows, the choice of dissonances and the strumming that seems to tremble because they are so light... the percussion opens a kaleidoscope of different frequencies, intrusions of horns, delicate and full of pathos strings, surrounded by delicate crowns of piano keys pushed into the psychedelic composition with refinement, a masterful use of every possibility offered by modern musical instrumentation..
The symphonic structure that continues to grow and captures your attention, your cerebral and emotional energies.. it caresses your skin and you close your eyes slightly trying to grasp every single sound, the oscillating drums trying to envelop the expressive power of the other instruments and a guitar that escapes and explodes! and the spirit of that song undresses of its own words and begins to enter inside you, to wound you, and it enters inside you, the head...