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

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?

Basso ventre

Ho passato la notte a informarmi

sullo stato del basso ventre del mondo

ho concluso che é un problema di testa

nessuna vera batosta presa nella fase di crescita

tutto scontato, tutto dovuto, tutto inventato

che spreco, che scempio, nessun buon esempio

 

eppure una cazzo di batosta te la devi prendere almeno una volta

nella vita

altrimenti poi da grande mi diventi un bullo tronfio e ignorante 

una vecchia signora ipocrita e arrogante

mi diventi gli Stati Uniti, l'Europa, la Russia l'Inghilterra

 

e io sto qua con il Mal d'Africa il male degli anni 80 

io che vorrei nuotare nei suoni di Miami, attraversare la tundra a piedi

la steppa mongola a cavallo, avere per compagno un falco

perdermi di nuovo tra giungla e templi, sfidare i venti

tagliare in due l'arcobaleno per annullare il patto tra Uomo e Dio.

eppure nel basso ventre del mondo ci si diverte ancora un casino

i figli nascono spaventati e denutriti, alla televisione qui ne puoi sentire i vagiti

pronti per il safari del terrore? chi stupra piú donne al villaggio é il migliore

tu che non hai una tua idea in testa da anni, sei solo un groviglio di ansie e malanni

ti impressioni ti indigni farfugli ma non capisci, quindi non reagisci

le tue cervella sparse sul pavimento, tranquillo zombie domani pulisci

ho passato tutta la notte sveglio a documentarmi

sullo stato del basso ventre del mondo

ho capito che é un problema di testa

sí nessuna brutta batosta presa nella fase di crescita

tutto questo tempo e nessun marrovescio 

proveniente da una mano giusta e benevolente 

quella di Dio Padre, un padre assente

 

fratello tu ascolta una madre saggia, ascolta l'India

va' da un contadino chiedigli come si fa il vino?

Desiderantes

Quand'è che un Dio
levandosi dal suo trono marcescente
per andare a leggere la data di scadenza del mondo
con orrore si accorgerà
che era da consumarsi preferibilmente entro
il Paleozoico?

Quand'è che la Terra
Febbrile Matrigna
aprirà l'Occhio e guardando il Sole in faccia
espellerà infine nel freddo spazio
l'infezione umana
con uno starnuto poderoso e siderale?

Siamo il fungo verde sul pane
lasciato con negligenza fuori dal frigo.

Siamo la muffa nerastra nei bagni
viscida, malevola, viziata.

Oh, lontani astri
Noi desideriamo udire il grido sgomento di quel Dio
eccheggiare
Desideriamo essere cacciati, banditi
esiliati dalla vita
Desideriamo estinguere la specie, dopo un ultimo
glorioso atto di edonismo
follemente, ardentemente
restituire tutti gli atomi rubati a voi stelle

[Continua...]

(De-siderare 
etimologicamente non è altro che mirare il firmamento
aspettando vanamente di essere esauiditi).

Weapon industry wants to go on vacation

I am the friggin' weapon industry 

the Moloch behind your good-faithed 

agendas 

I enjoy simple things

human flesh and pollution 

bow to me 

suck my missile

USA, UK, Italy, Germany, France

suck my missile 

Israel, Russia, China, Japan

suck my missile

North Korea my beloved

suck it deep

 

hey don't look at me like this

guns don't kill, people do

Yes, I am good and do good 

I dispense security to your parents

and a career to your brother

I am progressive and open-minded

I don't discriminate by sex faith nor race

meritocracy is my policy

and I drive your country economy 

USA, UK, Italy, Germany, France

suck my missile 

Israel, Russia, China, Japan

suck my missile

North Korea my beloved

suck it good

I've put Ares and Shiva under contract

as any other school shooter weirdo

I've breastfed swathes of mobs and terrorists

and whispered rhymes to every African child soldier

I wipe my ass with the tongue of the hippie
and deepthroat the purple-haired feminist

'cause today I shat a million of mines  

so I feel pretty horny

I care so much for the environment

that I have a plan to hygienize the world from a disease called Humans

bacteriological apocalypse?

atomic holocaust?

pick one

that's real flower power for you you stupid illiterate fuckers

I am clairvoyant 

my ciclopic eye sees the future

and I see myself marching

with my beautiful arsenal

marching to the rim of the world

a giant blood-dripping promontory 

never coagulating 

never coagulating 

never coagulating 

...

Oh I'll tell ya what now
It's about time for me to retire

I'd love to just chill on my hammock
sipping a properly made Virgin Colada

on an endless vacation in a tropical Paradise

waiting for the moment

computers controlling nuclear heads

BECOME SENTIENT

First draft July 2013

The last ride of the Teddy Boy

I give you a call to announce you the End of the World 

and you simply plunge onto your nubile bed 

chuckling and giggling at the scoop 

  

can't you see it's all a charade

oh fabulous soothing years of sedative

and lull

that left me wings-clipped 

not to become the rebel heir 

of such a miserable wellbeing

but we continue to be well-dressed 

but we continue to be well-combed 

to be elegant bystanders

at the apocalypse

suburb life marvel
early burial collective

how we're supposed to thrive
under a negative sky

shall we build our mind coffin
but try not to be too fancy

I've seen you eating at Ronald's the other day

you looked happy but a little vague
the quality there must've really improved

cause everybody looked the same

I bet everybody tastes the same

   

but we continue to be well groomed

but we continue to be well behaved

to be elegant bystanders

at the apocalypse 

 

suburb life marvel
premature death collective

how we're supposed to thrive
under a polluted sky

shall we build our mind coffin
but try not to be too trendy

 

I've seen you eating your brother the other day
you looked happy but a little vague
the quality at Ronald's must've dropped
cause everybody resorted to smth rotten

  

during the Last Ride of the Teddy Boy 

everybody carries a cross 

down to Calvary street

he carries a feather

or shaould I say a feather carries him

I think this time he's gonna win
Smith's hand waving at him

while he pushes himself in the agony

   

guerilla warfare for tonight entertainment!

the leader of the Mods arrested 

many white boys' white faces tumefied 

the upper-middle class girl randomly deflowered 

but all's good in Heaven Inc.

 

So I've heard you want to start a revolution boy

how about a career in Finance?

HOW ABOUT A CAREER IN FINANCE.

no worries ocean cliffs bleed

hundreds of wheeled machines

millenials smile and leap

in a great tribute to pre-space age

anxiety

 

forsake my generation