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Hero – Reverse Context

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Hero
Reverse Context, 2019

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Hero

Came in this world with no great expectations
you heard my voice I’m still feeling this sense of connection
I felt, Oh, you know that I felt
YOU were a liar
but I shared all those moments and I drown all those
moments in fire

I’m leaving
this all

Sending
flames
from above

And you know that the Whirlpool ’s still here
And I’ve never tried to be a hero
but I can feel the sound of the rain and the sound of the dreams
and the smell of the cream

like a dog without a bone
and a man without a storm
like a frog without a pond
There is anguish in me

I’m leaving
this all

Sending
flames
from above

I cannot pretend anymore

I’m
leaving
this all

Sending
flames
from above

Came in this world with no great expectations
you heard my voice I’m still feeling this sense of connection

And you know that the Whirlpool ’s still here
And I’ve never tried to be a hero
but I can feel the sound of the rain and the sound of the dreams
and the smell of the cream

I’m leaving
this all

Sending
flames
from above

Lullaby for the Alien

Sleep
little alien child
Stay with the moment for a while
sleeep
Just stay right here where you are
Under this bluuue sky
And if you want
just breathe

Just breathe

Just Breathe

So sweet

Smashing Moon

I am the most reliable man
A radar in the night
the dark dress you could wear
to go and ask for a loan in a bank
I am the adult and safe control
Leather shoe laces near your bed

Numbers that flow on the web
I am the anxiety of the end that counts the hours
I am a raven in the street
I am the growth the laughs the joke
I am despair and darkness in your rooms

I am the most reliable man
A radar in the night
the dark dress you could wear
to go and ask for a loan in the bank
I am the adult and safe control
Leather shoe laces near your bed

The wrinkles on my face
They are furrows in space
Mountains and valleys
of a smashing moon
they are sweet memories
that caress my family
Mountains and valleys
of a smashing moon

I am just the whisper in the wind
The spring wet evening
The smell of cut grass is like a cure

I am the widow
The lover
Revenge
and
thirst of justice

The wrinkles on my face
They are furrows in the space
Mountains and valleys
of a smashing moon
they are sweet memories
that caress my family
Mountains and valleys
of a smashing moon

The wrinkles of my face
They are furrows in space
Mountains and valleys
of a smashing moon
they are sweet memories
that caress my family
Mountains and valleys
of a smashing moon

I am the anxiety of the end that counts the hours
I am a raven in the street

I am the growth the laughs the joke
I am despair and darkness in your rooms

The wrinkles of my face
They are furrows in space
Mountains and valleys
of a smashing moon
they are sweet memories
that caress my family

I am the most reliable man
A radar in the night
the dark dress you could wear
to go and ask for a loan in a bank
I am the adult and safe control
Leather shoe laces near your bed

A picture after the fight

Lead sky and ethereal silence
steps do not seem to make a sound

on a path wet with recent rain.
I follow my own footprints

By a lake
the cold inside my bones
matter is deaf is
all I know

if I’d tried to sell a piece of mind
I’ll surely go home

Home
Home
I’ve Never been there

Home
Home

is it just a word
don’t you dare to tell me you’re
waiting there

Swooping Crows
and mud and blame
the root of evil is
connection nowadays
or so they say
but I just want to come back

Home
Home
I’ve Never been there

Home
Home

is it just a word

don’t you dare to tell me you’re
waiting there

Ocean sky above my head
our saviour is our
executioner

Diamond sky inside my head
would you bring me
back

Lavender’s Blue

Lavender’s blue
Dilly dilly
Lavenders green.

When I am King
Dilly dilly
You shall be Queen.

Who told you so?
Dilly dilly
Who told you so?

T’was my own heart
Dilly dilly
That told me so.

Call up your men
Dilly dilly
Set them to work.

Some to the plow

Dilly dilly
Some to the fork.

Wolves R Comin’

[Instrumental]

Do you copy?

How I ended up in such a desolated plane of stone?
How did I crash here in this absurd desert all alone?

I cannot recognize the shape of every single rock

Do not recognize the flames arising from the horizon

You must know something more than I do

You must answer my call

Do you copy me?

You have taken all the very best days of my life

It must have been on a mission during my last flight
snatches on the ground an earthquake is coming in

I must to find a shelter I must try to save my skin

you must know something more than I do

You must answer my call

you must know something more than I do

You must answer my call

Do you copy me?

How I ended up in such a desolated plane of stone?
How did I crash here in this absurd desert all alone?
oh I cannot recognize the shape of every single rock

Do not recognize the flames arising from the horizon

You…I’m calling the best of your eyes

You….I’m falling and cannot reply

you must know something more than I do

You must answer my call

you must know something more than I do

You must answer my call

On the Highway

[Instrumental]

If I used

If every mother were used to saying “please”

We from the ocean could fly away

And after all we’ve given all our eternity

while mystery is calling from above

If every father were used to standing still

And rage and repression were moved away

we could stop to hear the wind inside

And penetrate the mystery below

Anna is a worker in a factory

And every night she comes home with a smile

If every brother were used to stand up

And listen to the lack inside his lungs

Then we all could listen that the rain is pouring down

and silence ‘d be a smile upon our shade

The man who walks inside has tired hands

And future is the promise for a child

Don’t Listen

Don’t Speak

Don’t Trust your head

Don’t believe

If every cheater were used to giving
Then I could finally stop to pretend

And after all it would be easy

Just a blink of eye
but in his head there’s nothing but the shame

I’ve been in a place Along a river
And in that dream all people that are passed

Don’t Listen

Don’t Speak

Don’t Trust your head

Don’t believe

Whish it would rain down

Una produzione Marcello Liverani 2019