Cul de sac

I'm gonna go for an adventure

in a cul de sac

and when I'm back 

I'm gonna build myself a house

at the end of a dead end

on a ridge at the end of the land

I want the splendid isolation of God

I want to know how alone God is.

Phoebe: bloody emancipation

What a miserable century
factory chimney pumps murk in the air
the devil breaths at the top of his lungs
misery's sons and daughters
cover my realm with their rickety shadows

Young maidens work their ass off on the hand-loom
these honest weavers, just turned thirteen
On the spinning wheel one’s gonna prick
Her skinny finger to punish a itch

Black Reaper sweating intensifies
it drips down the unholy sky
acid rain on the luddite revolt
Phoebe won’t dance tonight
I heard she’s on a baroque dark retreat
the scene is slow and sad
grotesque works are on sale for the libertines

There runs an affair of incest and abuse
the clergyman is letting himself loose
fearmongering his new amuse
The tea has been sacked from a very exotic place
sweet and sour is the agony of the slave
Traded in classy little boxes for the upper-middle class

Malice the incurable just got the verdict
her pale blue body waves in front of me
I turn my face away I don’t wanna see
A former beauty turned a depraved addict

While sophisticated ladies discuss the latest fashion from Paris
the chimney-sweep boy earns his cancer for a caprice
the honest weaver trades her virginity for a bread piece
and gluttony drags our prisoners
to the great crematorium

The city’s on a blaze, a secret cleansing plan
while a knife flashes in the dark
maybe some can escape the flame but won’t escape the blade
Phoebe won’t dance tonight
I heard she’s on a killing spree
a bloody emancipation
The puritans will blame the king

Where were you after the great fire?
I was between the abyss and the lotus flowers
Gypsy fire-eaters were called to tame the blaze

Phoebe everything you touched
Twitched and rot away
In my exile I’ve nourished an inner eye
disclosing me your sin-scattering talent

Phoebe all I remember of you is outrageous
Your remains now forsaken as plague-stricken
Everywhere you spread pride & decadence
My dearest friend I’ve lost you twice
the first time when you trashed your innocence

Twin soul prepare me a strong dose
My twin soul prepare me the strongest of your doses

recover my realm
recover my realm

Burro d'harakiri

Ho preso del burro

d'harakiri

era in frigo

insieme al vestito

che ora indosserò

per il mio rituale

consumo una cena

frugale

a base di burro

d'harakiri

Lo spalmo ben bene

su acciaio forgiato in un sole

Anemico, inox

questo ultimo piatto

non ho voglia di lavarlo

tanto insieme a tutto il resto

verrà sciacquato

da una pioggia pesante 

che gonfia un mare sterile

 

come dite?

vi piace viaggiare

il cibo la televisione

eppure non conoscete

quel che c'è di più banale

IL DOLORE!

 

quanto a me

ecco che ora 

mi faccio pesce

e inizio a nuotare 

controcorrente

il fiume del Male

The Malevolent Demiurge

Every man have to pay for his sins
not with death
but with sleep
I for good have decided
I won't fall asleep anymore
because in sleep that is where monsters
breed
 

I will just rest on your ancient body
my heretic muse
spreading thaumaturgical words
from my fingers
to heal your
infinite annihilation

I will become integral part of
the mystique
post-human catastrophe
until you reborn from the ashes
of a dogmatic past
and head to the destruction of
heathen temples
my virgin
golden age
 

the lay painter draws
deconsecrated metropolis
in the hyper-space of technique
in the eternal trail of genetic
somebody will be punished
reasonably me
 

the world is so static that it could have a
spontaneous combustion
knowing to be in fireproof hands
protected
by the existence of a
repudiating god
 

before and after the creation of things
we are orphans
before and after the creation of things
we are neglected
 

Deceived by Natural Right
Embracing a Material Religion
the wise man Kneels to a Malevolent Demiurge
 

Obscurity envelops what obscure is
obscurity envelops the obscure-minded

Zombie liberal

State attenti ad avere una mente 

troppo aperta

che vi casca per terra il cervello.

Anche oggi irrigano l'asfalto

con un lozione

di materia grigia liberal.

 

sarei divertito

se non fossi spaventato.

Ho udito il sermone

del pterodattilo

e dal suo stesso becco 

sono stato nutrito.

Succhiamo tutti avidamente

dalle grande vecchia mammella rifatta

buon latte e sangue infetto

U.S.A. e consuma.

Sophie clockwork mannequin

The instructions for the sane use of life
were carved on a mechanical puppet core
by gentle hands of girlish abnegation
the instructions for the safe use of life were given
and I was mildly listening

standing by the chrysalis
waiting for she to hatch
and bend her face to the light
so that I can see
the features of my abductress
having a vaporwave dream

I wonder, can things self-repair?
when precision gears get stuck
and nobody is there to fix 'em
am I supposed to rust and decay along with?
repeat my name don’t you remember me
I am your clumsy dancer

during my whole youth of captivity
I kept on spinning forward
with my musical box’s ballerina

and in my sweet exile from humanity
I've built a steam-powered orchestra
programmed to play otherworldly lullaby

Here's the spider caught in its own web
insomnia nurtures confusion which starves
patience which depraves temperance

clockwork mannequin
would you be the silent heroin
of my steampunk manifest?
clockwork feminine
in our solitary empire
take my hand and dance once again with me

When the machine is self-aware
every machinery takes fire
hideous copper gargoyle, I’m starving to salvage
the carcass of you
repeat my name don’t you remember me
I am your emaciated dancer

the instructions for the final use of life
are impaled on my consumed figure
by hard claws of viciousness
for I awaked her nemesis 
and built my torture chamber
a sinister musical box 
spinning with quiver

Atlantico irlandese

Una spiaggia di sabbia larga e sgombra

si incurva sul limitar d'Europa

e mi schiude il senso della Fortuna

scalzo io andavo porgendo orecchio a' flutti

e spiritelli e fate e piccoli abitanti tutti

e infin rincasando, animo pago, ricordo una regina

guerriera e immensa

 

 

Nero di seppia

Ho scrutato dentro un nero di seppia

come di buia spelonca, umida e calda

e sulla soglia, alghe e capelli corvini

in nidi aggrovigliati e assassini

e tutto intorno, segni di abitazione

ma non umana, eppure marina

segni scuri e materni

bagnati di strano umore

li sento intonare come una canzone

antica e sicuramente ostile

a chi al suo fato non vuole ubbidire

ché di una sirena la magione

era quella senza errore

ecco dove ho trovato la mia ispirazione

ecco il tempio del terrore

dove curerò la mia maledizione.

 

Mourning Tempo/Temple

Don't come any closer than this 

I'd rip your wings and weigh you down 

With this heavy mortal heart 

The journey was given to you 

so sail away, and rejoice, my dearest 

and leave all the mourning to me 

I shall visit the temple 

in the morning

Rascal blues

Born in the roaring twenties
Grown up a beatnick
keeping me self warm
with hard-boiled novels
while fed by the magpies in a hovel

A femme fatale she was
who sharpened her stiletto heel
on scavenged jawbones and ribcages
then I met you in the city of angels

Yes, in the city of angels I met you
inside a bar with a jukebox
that was playing a perish song
you stared at me among the scaundrel-looking folk
so you came and put a wing on me
then bought me a chalk-stripe suit
you told me you came along with the breeze
you told me you came to absolve me

am I a just another hepcat
another hopeless ghetto rebel
with a pulp of criminal morality
getting by felony after felony

anyway, I couldn't think of anything
as perdition-worthy
as your aura smokin’ a cig, your neon halo flickerin'
oh man, everything she gazes at takes noir shades

I walk down the streets of your monochrome ego
frenzy-looking for atonement, an excuse to cry bingo!
a renegade star was my gift for Confirmation
it didn’t grant me nothing but damnation

Make of me your sentimentally-hired killer
let me surf on your dark blood lagoon
the pages of my banned books are burning
in the Cadillac of all mental squandering

In the city of angels I met you
we were baptised in ink, as you wished
And I thought I could ascend with right words
by your divine grace, your dos and donts
but I never managed to
so send me to Jesus now, say the right words
put a second wing on me, no big deal
and call yourself done

If you're reading this letter from the jail
tomorrow I’ll be sitting on the electric chair
I gave myself up, I made no resistance
to save your neck with some elegance
it’s my last romantic act
my well-deserved beatitude 

 

Vixen

I'm setting a good example
of sympathy

to every witch burnt at the stake
in history

When I'm blue perhaps it's because

a sea horse just crumbled away
crackling

and if the swan's mood overtakes me

there'll be berserk, gore and violence

so beware inquisitors

I'm about to set an example 

of real cruelty

 

anger,

blessed you are among women

freckled heretic muse fallen into disgrace

you know well fire just blackens, no makes no one pure

come lick my wounds, heal my curse

mesmerize my indigo soul

I shall not survive my birthday

 

yes, there's a dormant phoenix in me

who's sick of the cycle of death and rebirth

I'd rather be in the womb of every greyness

where a nuclear winter radiates forever

'cause if everybody carries a cross

I carry the heaviest of the feathers

 

melancholy,

blessed you are among women

vixen Magdalene cast into oblivion

you know well fire just blackens, no makes no one pure

come lick my wounds, heal my curse

mesmerize my indigo soul

I shall not survive my birthday

 

hunt me, hunt me

unleash your stupid fears on me

burn me, burn me

I’m glad to be your so-called witch

A futility

I've downloaded a Spirit last night
and catched a virus I didn't mean
now the note is duly taken
"Never feed the Abyss
Unless you want to get eaten"

I used to play with a sorceress
Playing games of hide and seek
I thought she was hiding there
But she was hiding in me

I used to dine with this crypto voodoo woman
In a nest of violent bribery
Oh it was too damn late
When I realized she was gnawing on me

Religious feelings
Unborn baby names
Blasts of jealousy
And Savage hystery

Holy communion
Vanity sighs
Nocturnal pursuits
and Soul crashes

I used to meddle with a rad medium
who dug me out of my misery
only to struck me down in broad daylight
showing very strange sympathy

One day I'm gonna find you
in all fairness I'll find you
rest assured I'm gonna nest you out
even if I shall devote
my entire life to witch hunting
yeah some day I'll find you
and when I'll finally find you
I'll eat you
yes I will eat you

I've downloaded a muse last night
ah, digital joys
futile sleep deprivation
gonna make myself a sandwich
and put a swellow in it

my dear one can you forgive me?
my dearest can you forgive me?

Madama Insonnia

Madama Insonnia
turpe stupro delle palpebre mie
domanda inevasa, negletta, di sonno e sogni
grave e avara mi concupisci, strega!
di cigni magri matrigna, il giorno fai un ignavo di me
e all'uso visigoto di lino nero mi avvolgi
per iniziarmi al tuo amaro rito

di giorno ti fai temere e la notte detestare
ché al crepuscolo si radunano li servi tuoi
corteo macabro, per condurmi al tuo cospetto
in vincoli, suonando flauti malevoli
verso lidi di mestizia e rimpianti
e sempre, ovunque, mi trovano quei demòni

e ivi, presso letti di malattia e martirio
con sinistri alambicchi e pazienza e perizia
maestosa al capezzale mio ti disponi
amante pietosa e devota
alché operosa distilli livore da' miei lombi
e non lasci la stana finché luce dentro non piombi

ma ritorni ancora, certezza notturna tremenda
ti corichi meco per un altro raccolto
e ripeti l'opra, non fai mai ammenda
generosa di quei semi i cui frutti già ieri mi hai tolto
e così per settimane mi affami e svuoti
finché, una sera, gli otri colmi
carezzandomi la testa, per paesi non noti
mi abbandoni dicendo "ora dormi."

Il giorno in cui tutti i Moloch sorridono

Oh tu creatura senza peccato perché mai invero nata

e se nata nata empia e malvagia

Tu, dispensatrice di molti battesimi

Tu che vigili, occhio immemore e malmostoso

sulla liturgia di tutti i Moloch

Carogna fetente e immonda

 

Benedici, sollazza noi che ci scanniamo quaggiù

Per le briciole che ruzzolano putride dalla

Sozza pappagorgia tua

Con cantilene taumaturgiche e di torpore

Gonfie

 

Santifica nozze false e feste e fetore e fornicazione

perché di dolci età dell'oro udimmo e sperammo 

e in tributo gli innocenti al fuoco passiamo

a te Latore di molti beni che di nera luce ci bagni,

Dragando dogmi donde gorgoglia il gramo

 

Quali muse eretiche ci sussurrano più

Parole di saggezza ormai

Da ossari polverosi ove

La bella testa oscenamente ritorta all'indietro

Come antichi rettili

Terribili e mute giacciono

Facendoci solo dono di solitudine

 

Oh Nadir, Nadir dell'umanità

Grande oracolo delle genti

Dicci, chi sono quei mostri non da ragione generati

Che scorrazzano razziando impazziti e zelanti

In orde bavose e vili tutt'intorno

diccelo

E quegli rispose, parco nella voce

"È sì strano il giorno dell'uomo

che non riconosce se stesso

in sì turpe genìa"

 

Un urlo dal cuore della bestia 

si leva in diaspora, di là dal buio

Rantolo disperato, rotto e ottuso

il giorno in cui tutti i Moloch sorridono

e tintinna soave il danaro

al cospetto di Oceano

ding

ding

ding

Ninìve

Ninì squillo di sillabe  

Ninive per la Legge e le mappe 

solo Ni-nì, nell'intimo mio 

desiderio lontano e ignoto

 

Oh, Ninì

Cosa sono quei rumori ignoranti da dietro le bionde rocce  

Cosa quelle grida di 

forsennati, predoni

Cosa quel calpestìo scellerato negli antri tuoi aridi

 

Ninive turbata 

Ninive arcigna 

Ninive vecchia pietra e argilla 

Assolata ti danno assillo niní mia dai molti suoni 

Ti angusti e sei Luna crescente  

 

Ninì ricordi te spettinata dal vento 

Ninì scapigliata nel deserto 

Ninì mura di miele  

Violata eppur composta 

Rovinata ma Piena di dignità  

Decapitata ancor ribelle 

Accigliata per un istante 

Poi sommamente tranquilla 

Per negletti millenni

 

mia niní, tu tempesta di sabbia 

Immensa niní, stoica nella tempesta di scimitarre 

Ti siano lievi gli oltraggi 

Di coloro che inseguono miraggi 

 

Ninive dalle molte aule 

Silenti eppur molto dicenti 

A me che, Primo tra i tuoi discenti 

Pellegrino vengo a leccarti le ferite 

Con lingua bagnata 

Nelle acque del Tigri 

 

Tu austera regina 

Di Sammu-Ramat compagna di giochi

infantili

Piena di patimenti ma mai di pietà postulante 

Ti inabissi e ci grazi, materna salvatrice  

E intonando canzoni antiche diventi 

Seconda mezzaluna fertile 

 

Ninì feroce sempre 

Indecente mai 

Ninì cuore di topazi 

In mezzo ai fiumi 

A mondare i traumi verrò 

Con mani imperlate 

Del sangue dei nemici 

E del fango della nostra cara terra.  

 

Ninì, ninì. 

Ninì