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The Journey
05:03
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I sit here, my face in the sky, here is your moment.
I wonder if you’ll come back, letting the hours disappear.
Your pictures grind me down, lift me up, drag me out, they make me wish I was real.
It means life, means time, it means pain.
We’ll run forever, waiting for the big break.
Take this moment and listen to your voice.
Take this moment and understand who you are.
Don’t stand still in mom’s backyard.
Don’t cross the water, if your trip is nowhere.
Your life is nothing but a drowned ship in the desert but
today, today is your chance, today is your fucking big break.
Take this moment and listen to your voice.
Take this moment and understand who you are.
I stand up facing my life, every bolt comes out clear now.
I feel you.
I understand you.
We, we have to... be, be honest and listen to our voice we…
We got to fight for ourselves and not for someone else.
This is our life, this is our chance.
I would hear you again,
I would see you again,
I would meet you again,
I would hold you again.
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Conflict
05:06
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I have to lie to you.
I have to lie to save ourselves, to save you.
Don’t blame me now for what I’ve done: I had to.
And I will lie for you, what’s left ahead I’ll keep it just for you,
we’ll wait for you, that’s what I said, that’s what we promised you.
I lied.
Don’t be afraid to let us down, to lose.
You have the chance to start over again… But away from here, away from here.
To feel alone, to feel loved, you have no… no one.
Now be strong, smile, stand up and set free.
Why are you running away?
Why are you lying again?
And where are you?
And I will lie for you, what’s left ahead I’ll keep it just for you,
We’ll wait for you, that’s what I said, that’s what we promised you.
I lied.
I lied.
We will not wait, we won’t wait for you.
I hope you’ll find your way back home, that home you’ve never had.
A place with no lies, a safe place to live in.
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3. |
My World, My Colours
04:41
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A world full of colors, a nice place to stay, that’s all I want to become.
I believe this world isn’t enough but that’s the world I know, that’s what I am.
I want more, I want more, I want more out of this fuckin’ world!
Don’t cry for what’s left of you. (You)
Don’t cry for what’s left of you, start looking for a change.
Feel all these colors.
This is what you are, this is what you see.
Draw off the paper, go further, experience new worlds, feel all these colors.
Surrounded by shades of gray, I see nothing
but the reflection of myself.
What’s beyond these mirrors?
What’s beyond these colors?
(My world, my colors.)
(Please let me…)
Draw off the paper, go further, experience new worlds, feel all these colors to be free.
I’m a world full of colors, a nice place to stay, I’ve everything I need because
everything I need is everything I haven’t got.
I search for colors: I breathe, I win, I live.
What’s beyond you?
What’s beyond your colors?
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4. |
Third Face
06:14
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A rose is growing under her skin, making space for peace.
To be like others, to not feel like a shit; to believe to live, burn, to believe to die.
Step by step your head is heavier and higher, is like a burden you wanna get rid of.
This is a battle you cannot win.
Sometimes life comes, the end always comes back.
Is this the end?
No.
No strength to fight, no will to resist, she colors the walls red.
No strength to fight, no will to resist, she colors the walls red.
This is the end. Is this the end?
Please take me with you.
Please let me come with you.
I never lost someone I cared about, I can't leave you now, you are part of me.
You are so close to me, oh, what have I done?
I am the hand, I am the dead, I am the end, I am not here, I’m death.
Enjoy the silence before the pain, smile, just keep breathing.
Now she colors the walls red.
Suicide.
Walls paint death.
I am Red, I am the dead.
What have I done?
What have I become?
I’ve ruined my life spending days hoping to come to an end.
Life is a fight, if you don't face your enemy, you won't really live.
Face your demons, they are the key.
Face yourself, you are the key.
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5. |
Slave
06:25
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Thoughts chain me, I feel not to be free to be.
My dreams bury me, I feel I’m powerless.
The truth is that I am, I am nothing but a miserable failure.
I am nothing and nothing I have.
Nothing.
All them words, no result.
I am a fucking slave of my thoughts.
The safety, the safety of this cage makes me blind.
So, how can I see further?
How can I understand?
What's going on right now?
I am not a slave.
I am not.
I am not a slave.
I am not a slave.
My thoughts bury me.
My thoughts bury me.
My thoughts bury me.
My thoughts bury me.
I am not a slave.
I am not a slave.
I am not a slave.
I am not a slave.
Step by step I get closer to the goal, along these streets, the thinking, but I’m so far from the earth.
I wanna turn back home, where my heart beats, where my body exists, to be able to enjoy my life living.
Leaving my thoughts, living I live.
Leaving my thoughts, living I live.
Leaving my thoughts, living I live.
I live.
I live.
I live.
Nowhere to go but my mind.
Nowhere to go.
If my dreams are just lies, I’m nothing.
Nothing.
Don't want to leave this cage.
Don't want to leave, leave this fucking cage.
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THE WEAVER Tuscany, Italy
The Weaver born in 2012 from a group of five friends who share the same passion.
After few line up changes, in 2015 they came up with a fixed formation and during March they started the recordings for their upcoming first EP "Moonlight"
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