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Iconoclasty
03:05
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I wish my condemnation
They hope in resurrection
They hide their deepest secrets
I keep safe what is mine
I squander all my money
They save and then recycle
They live their lives in squalor
I do it in debauchery
So, where's your pride, your dignity? Where is your goal, people whom you talked to?
There's nothing left to tell but now they need to confess
sometimes they have to exercise their mouths made to destroy
Iconoclasty
Slavery
Double ego
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Shameless
03:05
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I feel I'm wasting time retrieving the abandoned places, and what I left inside was the same I searched for years: whilst cold outside hands in gloves in a garden closed between roofs and walls, a discreet eyes wanders high and Low looking for
A place to hide to unveils some secrets
Someone to fight, to show its weakness
Something to die for, shameless all the same
Don't need a chance to become a more selective man, don't even care what's behind this sense of guilt
but now can go hell isolation too
for now I see someone like he's looking for
A place to hide to unveils some secrets
Someone to fight, to show my weakness
Something to die for, shameless all the same
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Further Complications
03:54
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Is there any further complication?
then we need to start again, passing time collecting words about you while no one seems to care
oh well, I see some kind of madness in who we are, and you don't talk, you stroll aside you lose control
Is there any further complications that I've should have seen before? Traffic lights on every night in these streets, but it seems they last too long
oh well I know there is a secret lurking here
still you don't talk and this song now carries on
Now somebody cuts you up and swip ya and it seems there's no way out
And nobody seems to understand there's a blur withing your heart
time goes by I'd rather not to talk about what's lost and what is found, but this chained me for too long and this speech now seems so old
Due to a newer further complication a love will blow away, keep the distances, live on my own whilst running desperate to my home
Will I fall down? Or will I lose my state of mind? I feel your cold, and that's why I wrote this song
And the same that cut you up and swope you now is begging for a chance
and these further complications crumble, melt like snow under the sun
time goes by I'd rather not to talk about what's lost and what is found
but this chained me for too long and this speech now seems so stale
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4. |
Feed This Mess
03:19
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5. |
The Undecided
04:31
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6. |
Who's Beside You
03:10
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The Two Of Us
05:12
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8. |
Days Of Disorder
03:24
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Dunkelblau Venice, Italy
ItaloDisco & New Wave influenced since 2006.
Made in Venice,
Italy.
Band:
STEFANO GIUSTO
Electric piano, Synthesizers, Bass synth, vocals.
DAVIDE DORETTO
Drums, Synthsizers.
And with the kind participation of
LORENZO MONNI
all types of guitars.
... more
Dunkelblau recommends:
We're (of course) in love with this sound.
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