Lyrics

If I could disappear
and become something invisible
I'd want to be a sound
so as to leave no trace of me
Only a tail of sound
imperceptible, in the air
To be confused among waves and space
Like a voice wandering in a station
A ghost searching for peace
A soul looking for a body
That moment there is between a second and another,
in which the hands of the clock chase each other
An echo lost among the mountains who will reflect itself infinitely
in a world of frequencies that the ear cannot perceive
Who knows where it will crash?
A silence that seems to resonate
Or the weight of the shadow of a fish in its aquarium
The effect of a bubble bursting inside the ocean
the crackle of a record and the instant in which the corn becomes pop
Suspended like the instant there is between the fruit that falls and when it touches the ground
A torch in search of contours
A door closing in a garage
A sword that wounds
The last drop of rain of a tempest
A lightbulb blowing
Or a marble clicking against another
that of a football kicked hard
A transmission from a russian satellite
The sound of signatures, or that of a shoe sinking in fresh snow
the snapping of fingers
Skin -brushing- skin
Or whatever echoes in my head,
which is like a sharp and piercing whistle
which never leaves me
What remains of the sound of my thoughts
(aumento volume)
The racket inside me
A baby's first word and the last of an old man
the last of a baby and the first of an old man
Or the last of a baby,
and the first of an old man
The scissor cutting a lock of hair
A gunshot with a silencer
A ship wandering without lines
A finger thudding on a microphone
A moment before and the one after
There will exist, in the cosmos, a moment of absolute silence
a second in which everything is still.
Well, that's what I would like to be
Then maybe I'll be able to travel through time
For time has no mercy of he who leaves tracks
but of a sound, perhaps yes
and the sound that I'll be will wander between one dimension and the other
like light, like a rock thrown hard into the sea
And I don't know what it is and how to stop this deafening silence...
Or maybe I do!
And even if time will stop one day
I will spear it like an arrow on my bow
and I'll be its echo, penetrating the air
for time has deceived us, deceived us all poor devils
But I won't be cheated by him for I will only be a sound.
A sound with no beginning and no end
for if future hasn't deceived me
even in a violent sound, somewhere in its midst
brings a hundredth of silence, a fragment of peace.
And it's just like that moment before saying goodbye
Written by: Altarboy, Wonder Wet Records Srl
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