2018 Winter

 

 Bucaneve

Winter, late night
Into the wild, it feels so quiet
Lonely red flare
The only light that feels so bright

As requested by Alex-Sander

"Winter, late night... So bright"

I wrote and recorded Bucaneve during my first winter in Abruzzo. A few weeks before I went to a local peak at night to shoot some photos but the road froze and so I had to wait till morning before driving back home.

I won't lie you cannot fight it
I don't mind if you don't try

Cold Ice glides on my skin
The sharp trail temper my mind

I need you to solve my mind
Or it will take me down
I don't know what life is
Do you?

As requested by Alex-Sander

"I need you to solve my mind... Do you?"

The main idea for the track is someone who's in a frozen state of confusion where everything feels distant and inscrutable. I wrote many different alternatives to this verse, they all played with this idea of a person perplexed by the night scenery and the outline of things he can't recognize in the dark. At the end I preferred this version of the verse, less words and more space for music.

I won't lie you cannot fight it
I don't mind if you don't try

Daylight comes in my dreams
We'll find out that everything turns out fine
Will I fix it before
You find out that everything turns out fine

Real Again


You said -I won't drive you home,
Not until summer ends!-
How can I pay the toll
if you won't let me live?
Don't lose your head
Tell me why it feels strange
To be real again

I keep my eyes on the clock then
Not my mind in your pocket

A favorite old song
So loud for tired ears
To mock a blackbird
His broken wings don't work 'round here
You might burn the uniform
Don't make of a cloth the man you are
If I show you my torned out heart
You'd see me like a lazy bum

As requested by Alex-Sander

"If I show you my torned out heart... lazy bum"

Real Again was a way to describe how hard it is for us to live our life following our own ideas when they go against the norm. This verse is constructed of tiny pieces of references that got stuck in my head through my life, like recurrent details from the social fights that happened in the last centuries but also comments I've heard from closed minded people about others they don't comprehend.

And learning to fake
A smile for somebody else
How big the mistakes
That brought you to this
One life choice
When it feels so strange
To be real again

I keep my eyes on the clock then
Not my mind in your pocket

If you don't mind close the door then
The voices I heard all sound the same

As requested by Alex-Sander

"If you don't mind... all sounds the same"

Concluding my thought on the matter I think we're way better off by simply not listening. More often than not people are just repeating someone else's banality.