schiavocampo

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schiavocampoSchiavocampo is an Italian songwriter. Here you find three albums from him.He hopes you will enjoy them.Metamorphose!, released 01 September 20191. Krymska 182. Minotaur3. And now it's your time to tell me4. Desert dogs5. Metamorphose6. House by nowhere7. In its peaceSONGS TO JOHN MORIARTY -1 ) Krymska 18(fragments from T.S. Elliott)Because I do not hope to turn againBecause i do not hopeBecause i do not hope to know againBecause i do not think because i cannot drinkbecause i cannot hope to turn againBecause this wings are no longer wings to flybut only vans to beat the airthe air that is now thoroughly warm and dryteach us to care and not to care-------------------------2 )MinotaurYou have the power nowand all you'd love to do is to lock awaylock away all you can't conceivein a labyrinth, undergroundYou have the power nowand all you'd love to do is to lock awayevery monster that can't fit your mindin a labyrinth, undergroundlock away mystery, lock away faithlock away demons and angels alikelock away love and its infinite facessorrow and its infinite disgraceslock away prophets as they are too humanwriters as they sing their words too loudlock away women as they would give birth to another kind of man you probably would not understandlock away the blacks, lock away the gayslock away the Chinese as they are all too strangelock away the Africans as they dance too wellthe Germans as they stand too welllock away the Syrians for they have warthe Palestinians for they had only warthe Scandinavians for they had no warlock away the Mexicans for they are all drug addictslock away the waters lock away the mountainslock away the rivers lock away the fieldslock away the skies the rains the dewlock away the sun the bees the fuelslock away the alien lock away the monsterlock away the alien lock away the monsterbut you are a monster too a monster tooyou'd better cope on with yourselfyou'd better cope on with yourselfyou're the minotauri see this overcrowded jails in your mindthey'll soon begin to pulse like a flood on the risei see this black forgotten holes, your eyesthey'll soon begin to rotfrom inside------------------------3) And now it's your time to tell me(to John Moriarty)And now it's your time to tell mehow you came and who let you inwhat you carried and what people withinhave you inhabited in spirit and skinAs your eyes were open at timesyou could see the shadows and darksand those eagles among the rockswere no longer birds aboveCried your omensHeard one too many amenSang to the starsAnd what is there before you is no longer only yourselfit is you as you were, you as you leftyou as you led the princesses to an altarthat since long have been bannedAnd what is there before you is no longer realno longer harms you, no longer treats youlike a ghost in an empty prisonwhere God was dead and dogs were thrownCried your omensHeard one too many amenSang to the starsI am wondered----------------------------4) Desert dogsAs i was walking down the pathfrom Telouet to Aït BenhaddouI had the desert and all of the silence in meYou had my vision and all its loneliness in youI had just turned away from a dried up riveran empty village and a mysterious strangeri reached a sharp bend on the road, the sky high the canyon lowthe rocks withered, the silence came untoldIt began with a gentle riot of peebles, like a magnetic drawthen shadows run across the side of the hill they were born fromand i suddenly was surrounded by a pack of desert dogsdrooling and howling, their yellow eyes like rotten clawsI got swallowed by the dogsBecause this is not a tale of visions, of symbols, of epiphanyit is not a tale of burning snakes, of pomegranates, of magic dreamsi will tell you just exactly how it feels, their deserted soulI got used to roam the rocks in search of any type of preywe hunted like a pack and divided swallowed the lootit could be anything, a dead cat, a squeaking mouse, a rootthis ferocious hurried meals is really all i have got to loseWith time i realized: this is not very far from how it used to beit is like for certain humans that live for to swallow not for to breathand if cupidity and greed will not be soon replaced with something elsewell i must think the human soul will turn deserted like the one of them dogsWell i must say when i see you coming, your flesh packed in your blue jeansi do regret i do not feel you or love you like a brother, human beingi do suggest you to speed up or to jump back in your carbefore i will press my jaws against the tenderness of your heartthis is how you are just another mealmaybe a better then usual one, but still---------------------------5) Metamorphose!How did I come this way?Where I was born, was it a yarn?Was it a fairy tale?I often think there's more of me and them in everydayA making up of what has been I was a lizard they were ants devouring my remainsfrom what was left they made a bundle lighter than thin airthen came a sudden blow and burstthe dust around and many statesseemed like one and only wayHow did I take this shape?My legs don't fit the waist my skull don't hold the brainI might retain a certain kind of human guise in human agemy soul of animals and mountains and of mirrored stars is madeAnd if you met me you shall not hold back, you shall not turn awaythere's more of me in you then anything you may see everydaywe've all come from somewhere gone,we've all seen the blinding light of lossnow get the pieces back together, see the wonderful resultnow get the pieces back together, see the mess you've done-----------------------6) House by nowhereI leave in a house by nowherethe nowhere being meas far from any outcomesas realms will often beThe tides have turn to motionlessthe waves are in deceitit is so hard to bear itnot by the seathe nowhere being meI once had many rooms we often sat down by the firepoking every cut of turf at every whispered pyreWe had jackals on the stereo a mammoth in the aisledown by the river we would walkto get us by until the end of daySure that the lines would break a dawnthe birds would chirp and warp our songno losingno feathers of a lossYou'd check your clock, the risk the sun would burn the obelisk and I was goneI have found a way to be hidingnowhereNow i leave in a house by nowhereI came through a bridge by a bridgeand we lay the clayin the gaps among the bricksI came to see the stars astonishingthe ploughmen in the fieldsand nowhere being me nowits a place for you my dear--------------------------7) In its peaceMind the shoots, don't listen to the shouts of men in fearLights are out, the truth's confused it speaks too low to hearBut i feel a light between us you know my heart's nearSleep my son the morning comes and brings you something clearMy fingers on your eyelidskeep you on this dreamWar will never cease this noise is our shelter lay down stillFurther down the road the sea is the womb of many birthsIt will take us in its silence, lull us in its peaceAs your brother I would rather lose youin its breathMy finger on your eyelidskeep you in this dreamMy love is a terminal---------------------__________________---------------------All songs by Schiavocampo.Lyrics by Schiavocampo, except Krymska, excerpts from Thomas Sterne Eliott poem 'Ash Wednesday'Recorded at Silverlining Studio, Milan with Max Ficara.Heartfelt thanks to: Petra Odlozilikova, Paolo Schiavocampo, Frank Armstrong, Daniele Idini, Diarmuid Lyng, Manchan Magan.

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