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guitars * mirco brunello vocals * simone colman bass * damiano de marchi keyboards * osvaldo indriolo drums * davide schimd
Feelikescaping’s sounds
produced by Frank Andiver www.frankandiver.com * engineered, recorded and mixed by Frank Andiver and Stefano Tocci at Zenith Recordings (Lucca - Italy) - April 2011 mastered by Mika Jussila at Finnvox Studios (Helsinki - Finland) - June 2011 www.finnvox.fi * www.mikajussila.fi managment and promotion Alkemist Fanatix Europe A&R is Marcello Venditti www.alkemist-fanatix.com info@alkemist-fanatix.com * * +39 0559 153846 publisher Carlo Bellotti publishing / Warner Chappel Music
Feelikescaping’s graphics
cover image processing of “Figura di spalle con rasoio” (2005), oil on wood 86x126 cm by Saturno Buttò * www.saturnobutto.com photo by Alice Brunello Luise - 2011 artwork and layout by Osvaldo Indriolo photolito by Europrint * europrint.it
All songs and lyrics by Osvaldo Indriolo and Mirco Brunello. All rights reserved. of this cd strictly prohibited. Unauthorized, copying, ripping, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental 2012 published by Carlo Bellotti Publishing / Warner Chappell Music
Feeikscaping 1.20
music COLMAN DE MARCHI * I wrote many words, meaningless words of fear. I wrote many scores, trifling scores of tears. Now I need to put forward solid reasons, I won’t heed anyone’s advice... How many times should I suffer these rules again, now I write when Feelikescaping wrote my feel like escaping...
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mr. lone star 4.44
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Began as a distilling experiment to save the whales, givin’ birth to a worse murder by How much will we pay to be of the sameoil shale. matter of Him? Look about, the latest raptor flying out. The greedily loofah is drying up, and then fill with poison that soaks by earth. ride the whirl, this is our behaviour. come, , Gloom How much will we pay to be of the same matter of Him? ... just change the vernal grey clouds to black smoke. ch. Switch off the light, to slow one’s pace, we can breathe again. Switch on a crackling flame, the burning wood gives off scents of life. Gloom, come, ride the whirl, devote all one’s energies to think it over this is our behaviour. ch. Switch off the light, to slow one’s pace, we can breathe again. Switch on a crackling flame, the burning wood gives off scents of life. Switch off a crackling stake, our fate will be the frost out of season. Switch on the life, now I’m made of the same matter, as money... are.
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Free body oF a liFer’s soul 5.31
music COLMAN * BRUNELLO * DE MARCHI * INDRIOLO * SCHIMD “I’ve counted three steps of my living space (to feel boxed in where a ticket is expensive!) iced cage, I would like spring warmth, I dig up excuses to dig a hole out of this ‘court’.sweat, I must Yes, I was wrong, I was wretch, but in this world I can’t sit on a bench, I must work, for my little doll at any price and any beat” I sell myself, to sell illusion, I sell caged for life and caged to defray, just whenmy doll for love of peace, she least expected it, I’m returned ch. How much I repent for roads that I ever crossed. I’m escaping from all jails, but as much as I’m able to escape. I’d like to go back and give dignity to my life. me?! Dad is back, don’t you wanna embrace Kiss me baby, I’m sorry if I was wrong! I pray for you, my hands are cracked, I’ve made a mistake, now I’m escaped” The paradigm is: if you’re wrong, you’re forced to continue to make mistakes... the diameter of the hole to escape is eighty-one centimeters, ... I used my hands and a spoon.” “Necessity to help my family imprisoned me now I’m tormented by my easy solutions” How much I’m ashamed of the roads that I’ve crossed, I wanna escape from my jails. but as much as I’m able to run away. I’d like to go back and make myself worthy of my heir ch. Let’s Run away, before they discover Get away, before what I’ve created takesour hole. its reveng Fly away, in a world that gives me honor e. …but as far as I’m able to fly away... I’ll pay forever.
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the man who knows his Fate 5.07
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* DE MARCHI * INDRIOLO * SCHIMD works. in the most gruesome doctor Von Hagens’s engine. as out pick’em heads, your open could I If how many gears I would change in the on. who knows how many things I would change conditi its g checkin t withou left Like the wagons of the same train that has But everything’s a vicious circle, every dog chases its tail and here are the unstoppable wagons attacking you from the back and rip you to see what’s inside of you. The blue bloods, the braves, don’t wait for you to open them, they clasp a knife and they sacrifice themselves to show you. the sweat, They don’t run away, they don’t jumble everything has built up, with time…with roads. and then you think about the day when the fate, has masterly moulded your But everything’s a vicious circle, every dog chases its tail and here are the unstoppable wagons attacki ng you from the back and rip to see what’s inside of you. ch. The man who knows his fate, knows no fear, overcoming,you knows no tears. The soul who knows his rate, knows no limits, knows no spaces, in no man’s land. sitting you’re And then you go back to the bench where back to you. and your glance that crosses the stars comes you get up and you follow your rails rage and holy melanc n betwee two in Split because you’re the engine of this train. Blast, blast, blast, blast, Blast, blast, blast, blast. ch.
r. gregory’s perception 6.11
DE MARCHI * INDRIOLO * SCHIMD * INDRIOLO music COLMAN * BRUNELLO * Smile at the Book on your bedside table. unroll the rug along the straight line, be careful not to break the arachnoid elepha give heed to the actor who isn’t a pilot anymont, re. It’s a wrong way to be loved if you want the wedding day, engage your daughter to a very rich young man. Marry your heir to a very rich old lady. Don’t wear spoiled clothes, kiss the hands, “shut up”, “no holidays for Christmas”, engine…”, this doesn’t distinguish yourself, “I’m the”, “…I’m the engine of this train… “…blast…” ch. I don’t need a symbol for my God I don’t take a vote. He doesn’t have a great interest for one hanged wood, for a wall erected with blood. I don’t need to kiss the hand, the fruits of one’s labours will arrive. I marry my love in front of my God, when I’ll be sure I don’t love her money. Consolation is not in the knitting of a carpet. Paper and ink can’t forgive you. You seem to care too much about the marble! “Everything is a vicious “If you’re wrong, you’re forced to continucircle”, e to make mistakes…”, “Daddy’s back!”, “Don’t be misleaded by the flowers on the balcony… there’s smell of welding” ch.
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head-on crash 5.37
* INDRIOLO music COLMAN * BRUNELLO * DE MARCHI * INDRIOLO * SCHIMD flame, !The¡ Wheel turns, turns in flames as proof of strenght. at a time”. mile “I lived my life a quarter my chance . a quarter of my life as fast as I have lost
How much time will we see wasted efforts? How many times will you abuse of… People’s mind, human science and then beg Him to mend your damage again ch. Do you want to know why? Men of genius bid sometimes I wonder... Is than genius for their minds, idiots?! It was a Sunday in June. A TV show convinced me of how much science is contained in a car. Does giving genius to an idiot make sense? We lost our chance! How much time will we see wasted genius? How many times will we abuse of… People’s mind, human science and then beg Him to mend your damage again ch.
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the rot-ten apples 5.01
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Cursed be the day I met you, your envy spreads lies, your lies are shaky. .. ... like a drunk tightrope walker’s mood. A tree is known by its fruit, remember... the roots are the mirror image of leafage. Can I water the apple tree where you’re hanged with dangling legs? thinking too, can burn my liver. Smart liveried coachman of a shaky liveried... ... like a drunk driver’s mood, crashed into the wall of your sins. Can I water the apple tree where you’re hanged with dangling legs? In this paradise plants grow only by the rotten apples, Some people ate them greedily and someother spat them out. words
l.e. 6.24
INDRIOLO * SCHIMD COLMAN * BRUNELLO * DE MARCHI * * INDRIOLO music ... I listened many stories, meaningless stories of fear. I listened many thrills, trifling thrills of tears. Turn of the tide, switch over, change of scene did I manage to explain my suffered plan clearly? I cannot imagine, imagine your way. But I see clearly the flow of the tourists grazing on a sheep-track grooved by thousand wheels wheels of a man who knows his “flames” , I don’t care to give suitable answers, I don’t even renounce everything. I cannot do that and that’s why you sit down or you despair, I saw thousand people end it all. again? ch. How many times should I suffer this ruleslike escaping feel now I write when Feelikescaping wrote my Those who preach goodness in wise words, do not realize they are deceiving themselves. As the most realistic contradiction, the most evil lies in what you believe is the greatest good. I can’t stand anarchy. I hate monarchy. We need the rules of our illusion. The story was written by the story, all the jails were opened by his pure doughter, the men haven’t known their fate... tell me... should I repeat?! Now I need to put forward solid reasons, I won’t heed anyone’s advice... again? ch. How many times should I suffer this rules my now I write when Feelikescaping wrote feel like escaping.
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Our Families for their loving support and patience, our beloved girls, our Friends for their support and moral involvement. FEELIKESCAPING: Thanks to everybody who helped us to makeBaini, Marcello Venditti and all of Alkemist the translations, Fabio Alberto Minello and Francesca Rossi for Tocci for their advices, Mika Jussila and Stefano and r Andive fanatix Europe’s staff for their support, Frank for technical advances: years these during us helped who ody everyb do Sielo. , Gilles Boscolo, Andrea Tiengo and Armanwords, Alice tion’s Davide Fant, Daniele De Cian, Marco Berton ara who helped us for R. Gregory’s Percep Very special thanks to Maria Elena Calzav srl staff for their ability and patience and Saturno Buttò for Brunello Luise for her photos, Emmecubo le work “Figura di spalle con rasoio”. allowing his valuab A very special thank to all Fans around the world that are increasing day by day official networks and follow us with interest and love.
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Feeikscaping 1.20 mr. lone star 4.44 Free body of a lifer’s soul 5.31 the man who knows his fate 5.07 r. gregory’s perception 6.11 head-on crash 5.37 the rot-ten apples 5.01 l.e. 6.24