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L'esercito del sole

by Madrac

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1.
There’s a girl singing in the ghetto standing outside of a bar she raises again the ipod’s volume not to hear her city’s scream “hurricane annie ripped the ceiling off a church and killed everyone inside” like a blinded nightingale she sings to cast the darkness away and pushes harder her headphones against her ears to be more closed into herself to listen only to her tiny heart in all the noise around what it takes to be a man / when i don’t know who i am chorus what it takes to be a man (and what it takes to be a man) There’s a black lady in Times Square naked inside of a black plastic bag like trash thrown on the ground she cries strong enough to tear your soul away selling tears is her business, pain for mercy for thirty pieces from the tourists she erodes her dignity and i can’t see the face of the man in the mirror snowy hair since longtime, a cane is the guide of the old and exhausted Tiresias that heard life become myth i was in Babel among thousands of voices of peoples which i still hear in the heart of the metropolis steel and concrete fingers digging the ground the cloth and the fringes, masses gather in circles of sorrow on the Ganges the same sign in every time of the Kingdom time passing, growing, consuming and devouring millions of lives, of names but the soul is just one but the soul is always the same
2.
Miss Jones 03:43
It’s a day like all the others in the big town among the skyscrapers, the sky is blue and she knows, she knows, yes, Miss Jones she knows the sun belongs to the whole mankind Heaven is no place for miss Jones / i said hell is not a place for miss Jones chorus heaven is no place for miss Jones / i said lower than this you cannot go Miss Jones trudges with her shopping cart, among the bowery and the bars her belly pushes her house among Manhattan’s clubs ooh oooh, she raises lightly her head ooh oooh, the town is always partying no, she’s not invited: black, dark, wrong just a name and a date on a torn yellow paper oooh oooh my name is Miss Jones oooh oooh i am Miss Jones she watches goddessess stepping out of Limo and Ferraris with a blurred makeup far beyond 6am with flawless Gucci Chanel Prada smiles she feels wrong, her only sky is the concrete she drags on a cross of ignorance and misery nothing serious for those writing history billions like her dream of common lives paying their lives to be in the news just a number, a name, just a number, just that for banks, government, television worthless merchandise, cannon fodder data to be digested, not real people there’s a new sun in the sky, she raises her head high september breaks down in pieces, the party freezes another violent sun fills the boulevards with ashes she grins, so you’re mortals too
3.
regular people smokes weed regular people snorts coke and if the government says it’s illegal regular people just doesn’t care regular people is homosexual regular people is unfaithful and if the pope says it’s wrong it’s a so worn out and tired morale morality needs curtains to love what in public is judging morality strives for vice to make its preaching stronger shove the monster in the headline news like a rockstar, to sign autographs give him a show in the fourth channel let common sense take a nap and it’s freakish that people hides it’s freakish and those without brains and style conform staying still as the planet transforms learning to hate those not uniform to the herd anyone around you is different he looks a regular joe because you just don’t know those scared of their own selves just look after you regular people is normal regular people are transvestites whatever his private life he’s regular not meat for polls and elections regular people is famous regular people is dangerous and if there’s a tv special people will just switch channel everything here out of the oven must have a norm we got every shape into flat, it’s an unupdated Flat-form dark as the skies of Morgan a state not laic but Psycho like Norman like Tourandot “nessun dorma” where every good idea becomes a format you want me exhausted married with a jeweled woman but i “bring the horns” like Michael Jordan’s bulls and it’s regular if the border blurs it’s regular, and those who don’t like it disinform those generating panic are fit and has medals like general Cadorna i throw down his reformation* but he re-forms risking failure like Gorba’s perestroijka but i hug everybody like the dance of Zorba those thinking it’s uncommon burn like Coal. Truth is painful you know it it’s a punch in the face of good manners Truth will hurt you know those shaping it into what’s good for them those holding power and money and dividing with hypocrisy using tv cameras like a sword against every heresy regular people is normal regular people are transvestites whatever his private life he’s regular not meat for polls and elections regular people is famous regular people is dangerous and if there’s a tv special people will just switch channel
4.
Davvero 02:53
Oh, oh, today is a wonderful day oh, oh, i’m fine, i’m great oh, oh, my heart is racing the engine is racing, i wish it’d never stop oh oh, you are my wonderful day oh oh, let me bite the moment oh oh if it looked like we were flying now you know you can only say yes hey you know it’s for real tonight it’s for real tonight it’s not just about dreaming it you know your mother is wrong, you know that people is wrong tonight it’s not just about dreaming it you know the press is wrong, the tv is wrong sometimes you just have to want it oh oh the sun laughs of darnkess oh oh love laughs of silence oh oh a new kiss creates new fables from atlantis to eldorado from new york to Byzantium oh oh the sun casts the clouds away oh oh moves the music and creates scandal oh oh lost among pleasure and pain innocence and recklessness free free free free hey you know it’s for real tonight it’s for real tonight it’s not just about dreaming it you know your the doctor is wrong, your teacher is wrong tonight it’s not just about dreaming it you know internet is wrong, the premier is wrong sometimes you just have to want it i leave silence to the poets tonight i want to have more and more and more and more i leave virtue to the saints tonight i want just to have more and more and more and more for real (8v)
5.
Yup, life is strange sometimes you make a dream and she gives it to you you ask for everything and she gives it to you yeah, she’s not evil you wait long for love and it comes yes, for sure it comes you know – i’d never thought i’d meet anyone like her she’s got summer on her skin and stars in her hair you know – finding someone like her is like winning lottery she melts ice from my lips bam bam some nights she makes me die bam bam i get closer and she sets my heart on fire bam bam she’s the sun and she makes me bloom bam bam there’s no night she takes all my sleep away She alone gives it to me chorus bam bam i would die among her hips bam bam she winds me and sets my heart on fire bam bam deep inside she hides the sun bam bam casts the dark away giving me back my colours i will open my wings as Icarus i will hug the sky from up i can see only love and then music for the massives the planet is my dancehall when love calls love basses enhance the avances my systole for boom, your diastole for cha we are heart to heart and blows my head away like skunk rudeboys – i am what i am because she is got her breath in my lungs like a tidal wave a thousand of pearls on her breasts that perfumes of orchids i want her and her only She makes me go crazy, it’s amazing months and days pass by and i want only her turned on by eros we feel half-gods anyway even if i was gay i would make you pregnant because you’re the one giving birth to my dreams i would get mad among your moles opening points to new worlds You know she gives me that input more she gives me the skills in my speech when i was an infant i wanted to be brilliant and i wasn’t sparkiling in those interpersonal relationships in prefamiliar lounges the chords to me sympathetic were on hexagonal scales that make you a martian in the teen years and she came, destroyed, sending me to the drift it’s not a curse if you change your perspective bam bam with her kisses she heals me bam bam on her belly she makes me sleep bam bam she imitates the sun for the larks bam bam she casts away the dark giving me back my colours i will open my wings like Icarus lost in your fire i burn
6.
baby – tell me where you are, lost in this blue, away from everyday life baby – tell me who you’re with, who will give the pace to your frantical day baby - tell me where you are, i seek your romantic voce on the phone baby – just for us, just for us, friday saturday sunday monday is a phone ringing too loud, the resound of a thousand distorted words the alarm clock the bus why the fuck i’m doing this i want to go away tuesday the bank account the bills to pay a cold sandwich i wouldn’t call this a lunch gasoline standing appetizers in a hurry the bitter laughters stories to avoid you are so beautiful you are just the dream of an idea yes, you are wonderful cotton candy and sun you are wonderful your shadow quickly runs away i look at you laughing it’s such a perfect day baby – tell me where you are, lost in this blue, away from everyday life baby – tell me who you’re with, who will give the pace to your frantical day baby - tell me where you are, i can’t reach your romantic voce on the phone baby – i will be there, i will be there, friday saturday sunday wednesday, couch, coma, football on tv, counterattack, goal switch idiotic shows shitty ringtones i turn off stop thursday infinite queues among columns of pallets, clenched in the corpses of malls wasting money on cheapish objects in industrial zones you are wonderful you are just the dream of a goddess yes you are wonderful i run out in the face of the sun you are wonderful weekend’s quickly running out i want you free as you are life is not waiting
7.
Never – your father will never accept me never - your mother will never forgive me your girl friends hope i’m a distraction never – your priest will never assolve me your friends think i just bring trouble in i’m a negative model if daddy locks the door run away from the window with that sexy dress in the handbag, tonight there’s a party they’re playing downtown, you just have to be there your heart is beating on your chest, stop, let me have a look at it yeah i know i’m blatant but this is my nature i am striving for adventure and there’s something turning me on below that SO mini skirt stealing my attention and forcing my imagination among your hips Never – your father will never accept me never - your mother will never forgive me your girl friends hope i’m a distraction never – your priest will never assolve me your friends think i just bring trouble in i’m a negative model i’m the piano player writing those dirty songs that make right-thinkers indignant with all that cursing and scandalize your mother as the sun rises to the dawn but she feels a bit younger and her heart beats a bit stronger i’ve got some money to hustle with those willing to get dirty those that want to play and forget morality practice some bad things until sun rises up again some new sins to tell the priest that’s why you search for me and you escape me then want to taste me i smooth your feathers as i explore your surroundings as i fumble with your moorings where your mirages are floating as i oil your engines and you gasp but don’t escape me not tomorrow it’s today i feel you’re frying your skin is boiling it’s so wonderful if you quiver you breathe you sigh you arch yourself you almost roar your nails on my back – yo – quiet – you pierce me!!
8.
i’d like to disturb your sleep i’d love to give you red hot dreams you know fantasies to ruin your plans of being a good girl i’d love to cast away grey from your days give you colours you’ve never seen a kiss that tastes of honey and poison give away your remaining decency pussycat is troublesome groove is not taming her you know when the bass is slamming her she makes love at the mirror she’s gluttonous and wild no pictures for facebook mom doesn’t have to know mom prefers not to to know if he watches her dance all feathers and elegance the right-thinker stops whining saves money on viagra the night is wonderful people is pawing hands up in the air music is beating speakers are breaking up blood is warming the moon is dancing the night is full of free musich hands up in the air the crowd is spinning and today is already tomorrow and never i’d love to warm up your dreams i’d love to make you toss and turn in your bed make you quiver behind your innocent eyes i’d love to be music in your days a thousand notes just for us your lips tastig of honey and poison baby you’re in my top one my special boo now take your position in the row madrac breaks down your siesta tonight the city is not sleeping let them protest tomorrow if nato comes over to bomb the party people will not notice will notice just this it’s clothes to take off stars that set she rises as Venus and makes my party the night is wonderful people is pawing hands up in the air music is beating speakers are breaking up the siren is singing it’s the police coming the night is full of free musich hands up in the air the crowd is spinning the stars have gone away if you close your eyes and kiss me you know you will regret that if you close your eyes and kiss me you know you will die (ah, let’s make it again)
9.
In the bed, I embrace your absence when the light is fading out when breathe slows down and the last look slips away i’ve met your name inside every silence every single second tells me about you trust me – i still burn trust me – i still can feel you trust me – i still call you every day still bites trust me – it’s still here trust me – it’s still screaming trust me – i still love you feel it – it’s still burning feel it – it’s still wanting you feel it – it still loves you burns burns feel it – it’s still screaming feel it – it’s still scratching bites hurts tonight it wants you i’ve hidden your name behind a thousand mirrors to keep you away, away, away, safe from me you know, nobody would condemn me if i’d steal you and make you mine never, media would never give us a prime time - how boring onu will not condemn me no talk show would host you dreams of tv shows and jet set bye bye not even on Sky makes my blood pitch black makes me evil and wants you here close, close, closer, tied up to me //// it’s a small song about love and resistance of those who love and fight and make the difference it’s just a small song a faraway hug a tiny star into this dark sky that might be your sextant it’s only a small song in a world so big so you’re not feeling lonely to know you’re important two lines, four notes a memory, very little things to warm you up for just a second and to be your sextant
10.
i will hurt you I will give you happy memories that will break your heart in the rainy days or when cold grabs you and suitcases of clouds to never go away i’m calling you, i’m searching for you It’s the thin line between who we are and who we think we are chorus the lies we tell the smiles and the kisses the questions we’re not making to tell and not to tell i love you It’s the thin line between who we are and who we think we are between i call you and i don’t call you between lover and friend kissing and shaking hands between i care for you and i love you i will hurt you i’ll have a door and a bed happy to wait for you and a clean dream, so simple with no violins and fanfares, but not trite, i i’m calling you, i’m searching for you
11.
yes i - original Reddarmy family calling all souljahs hands up high to grab the sky this is for those keeping their head high without fear it’s the sound of four fires zanna mattiac kappah reddkaa madrac i raise my fist to the sky i take the sun back and the ancient pride that belongs to me i live i resist in my name i will get back in the streets to get rid of these chains when the rope is breaking it’s the breaking point you know chorus lost among rage and tenderness i have no fear hate instead of love poison in the land but these roots will give flowers i scream that those not dreaming are dying rage brings snow in the desert, wins over noise now the rope is breaking it’s the breaking point
12.
ho visto la mia carne crescere orgogliosa e farsi strada nel deserto la mia pelle farsi spessa come cuoio alle frustate di quel vento la cui lingua è familiare in cui sbatterò le braccia fino a imparare a volare ho fatto pace col mio nome e ora ho fatto pace con lo specchio e ancora ho fatto pace con il nero quando esige la sua ora e ruba l’anima all’aurora io mi rialzo di nuovo e sorrido e ricomincio da me bevo rosso col demonio e se sui tagli versa sale io sorrido il vino è aspro e la guerra è ancora tale cicatrici che non farò rimarginare è l’orgoglio di essere uomo e non importa se fa male ed è musica la vita che mi assale è la mia resurrezione e non importa se fa male e la musica è emozione è vita è partecipazione e se non ti scopa alloraè solo masturbazione forse se credi in nulla tu davvero non sei nulla forse se non sogni nulla tu per primo non sei nulla questa vita è troppo bella perchè è sempre giù in trincea mostra denti acuminati e il sorriso di una dea ricomincio da re perchè ho coscienza di chi sono dei chilometri che ho fatto e di ciò che ho fatto di buono ricomincio da re, la corona ha qualche spina ma il vento non si cura delle foglie che trascina sono l’uomo medicina lo sciamano involontario rendo pace alla memoria porto l’era dell’acquario sono vento di tempesta che disperde guarnigioni apre quello che era chiuso e spalanca le prigioni e le chiavi del pianeta le ho perdute con piacere chi si fingeva profeta ho preso a calci nel sedere ogni giorno sorge il sole dall’oriente trae bagliori senza chiedere il permesso a potenti e imperatori è Osiride che rinasce dalla terra desolata fa fiorire le radici col mio sangue benedice il segno della coltellata spazza via con un sorriso i confini delle nazioni spezza le catene agli astri libera costellazioni il piacere dal peccato e i sogni dai padroni rende fuoco a cuori spentitraccia nuove direzioni sono Orfeo che trae Euridice dalla morte con il canto la foresta che risorge dallo smog e dall’amianto e nel nome degli oppressi crea nuove rivoluzioni l’equinozio che si compie e il trionfo del sole
13.
Sonhei Deus nas beiras do Ceará Sonhei de flutuar, felizmente abandonada num verbo dele Parada no meio do ar, entre o mar e estrelas infinitas De olhos fechados, sentia encher o céu inteiro Me deu mais respostas do que precisava Com o seu sorriso, escutando as minhas pequenas humanas orações Em cima da batucada do planeta inteiro. I’m going down my way to New York City i’m going down the red praias of Cearà I’m going down, love’s conquering the whole world watch out babylon, god’s worldwide tonight Atlantica sometimes life is beautiful the more it gets mysterious it’s a world so big it’s both delicious and delirious we forget that we are small songs made of flesh and blood but my head is standing up we’re all the same in front of God

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Written, produced, arranged and performed by Madrac except where stated

Zanna | Francesco Zanelli |Vocals
MattiaC | Mattia Cuttini | Keyboards
Kappah | Christian Pevere | Programming, bass, keyboards, effects
ReddKaa | Fulvio Romanin | Electric and acoustic guitar, bass, backing vocals, programming

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released February 7, 2011

Music: Madrac; Lyrics: ReddKaa
Recorded by ReddKaa @ ReddArmy Ateliers, Feletto Umberto, except where stated

Mixed by Irko @ Studiobeat (www.studiobeat.net)
Mastering: Squarta @ Rugbeats Studio
Artwork: ReddKaa

Photographs: Elia Falaschi
Puppet: Sawaru Makkurokurosuke
Logo: Christian Truetaip Babuin

“Davvero” and “Modello negativo” drums recorded at Groove Factory, Martignacco.
FVG Gospel Choir recorded by Vittorio Vella at Delta Studios, Remanzacco

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