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Rating: A lively sketch of scents enlivens the bucolic British stage.
The sun returns to its dwelling to rest and come back to work the following day.
Who are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?
Forgive me. Forgive me, mother, for not being able to choose. I wanted to be what you wanted for me, but it didn't turn out that way.
So?
You choose the place, and I the time.
The memory of an old aunt soothes the mind, the warmth of her chest warms our backs curved under the weight of dreams.
You say the hill is too steep to climb, climb it.
We feast on the profits of our carefree serenities in a synergy of contrasting feelings.
And every day is the right day.
Perhaps it's wrong to think of wanting to change the world. Maybe it's better to lay on our concrete certainties, waiting for the wind to cool our worried faces.
A sleepy moment, when I lie next to my love and she breathes softly, and I awaken like a bird in the mist when the first rays touch the sky and the night breezes die.
Who are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?
The landscape changes. The countryside swiftly dissolves into a suburban context. I see it there in the distance. It has very marked features. Marked like the emotions that battle within the apparent warmth of its soul.
It looks at me.
The howl of a dog.
I am transported again to the countryside. In the pastures where the meats that feed us are raised.
A drop of cold water falls on the mirror.
Another.
The mist doesn't delay in concealing even the trivial visual appearances on which we base our existence.
Suddenly, the man with the marked features escapes from his dimension; becomes a deeper, undefined silhouette. That man becomes a note. A sequence of notes. Low, deep, warm notes. The notes of an electric bass.
In a nearby pond, water birds create ripples in the water, ripples insignificant to us but hiding the meaning of our existence. Above, the albatross is motionless suspended in the air, and down in the depths of the waves in labyrinths of coral caves, the echo of a distant time comes trembling through the sands, and everything is green and underwater. That was the moment. At that instant, I realized that despite this world boasting billions of inhabitants, in reality, each one of us is alone. And this solitude is nothing more than the constant search to synergistically combine with another like us. Solitude is the search for a way out of solitude.
And no one sings me lullabies, and no one makes me close my eyes, so I open the windows wide and swim to you across the sky.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 A Pillow of Winds (05:11)
A cloud of eiderdown
Draws around me
Softening the sound
Sleepy time when I lie
With my love by my side
And she's breathing low
And the candle dies
When night comes down
You lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls
The waves roll by
The seasons change
The wind is warm
Now wakes the owl
Now sleeps the swan
Behold the dream
The dream is gone
Green fields, a cold rain
Is falling, in a golden dawn
And deep beneath the ground
The early morning sounds
And I go down
Sleepy time when I lie
With my love by my side
And she's breathing low
And I rise, like a bird
In the haze, when the first rays
Touch the sky
And the night winds die
03 Fearless (06:09)
You say the hill's too steep to climb
Climbing
You say you'd like to see me try
Climbing
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb that hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down
Hear the sounds of the things you said today
Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless, the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown?
No doubt in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down
Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
"You'll never walk alone..."
04 San Tropez (03:44)
As I reach for a peach, slide a rind down behind
The sofa in San Tropez
Breakin' a stick with a brick on the sand
Ridin' a wave in the wake of an old sedan
Sleepin' alone in the drone of the darkness
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her callin'
"If you're alone, I'll come home."
Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain, on an airplane
Owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together
Speeding away on the wind to a new day
And if you're alone, I'll come home
And I pause for a while by a country style
And listen to the things they say
Diggin' for gold with a hoe in my hand
Open a book, take a look at the way things stand
And you're leading me down to the place by the sea
I hear your soft voice, calling to me
Making a date for later by phone
And if you're alone, I'll come home
05 Seamus (02:16)
I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
Well, I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my old hound, was outside
Well, the sun sinks slowly
But my old hound just sat right down and cried
06 Echoes (23:32)
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no-one showed us to the land
And no-one knows the where or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
And no one speaks and no one tries
And no one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
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