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Song Info
Track Files
MP3
MP3 9.2 MB • 320 kbps • 4:02
Lossless
WAV 62.2 MB
Meta Data
BPM
140
Beat
2/4
Key
C maj
Vocals
Female
Story behind the song
Without knowing, she had dreamed, she woke up from a dream she couldnt remember. Remembering that she couldnt remember. The sun was outside, probably trying to do something useful, but failing. Was it late, or was it early? Did it matter? The coffee she knew how to make would be bad, as always. The house was full of silence. The kind of silence thats begging to be interrupted, but no one has the courage to do it.
She was trying to bring to the world what would get her out of bed. It wasnt a great motivation. It wasnt anything big. Just a feeling that, maybe, today she might finally do something useful. Not that life was an enormous list of useful things to do. She knew that. But...
The house was there, creaking with the cold, that mess of things that meant absolutely nothing. The TV was on too, with its extraordinary timed system of turning on and off by itself: an old voice in a whole series about something no one cared about anymore. And the idea of going out? Better not. But going out was, apparently, all she could do sometimes. Go out. For what? She didnt know, but she thought it was something important. Just not sure.
She got up. It wasnt the sun on a cold day pulling her out, it wasnt life, it wasnt the promise of something bigger. It was just a physical decision. Or a quick one decision. One of those decisions that has no real effect. She decided to get up. From the bed. No more than that. The world wasnt going to get better, but she stretched, put on an old jacket, and went to see her face in the mirror. It wasnt a great plan. But it was a great adventure. Or misadventure. She wasnt trying to save the world because, lets face it, the world had been lost for a long time.
She noticed that the mirror reflected an open door. The open door of a café. Absurd, because it wouldnt reflect a café store. There was just a wall in front of the mirror. And her. But she wasnt in the mirror. There was instead a place full of empty people, staring at nothing. Just another ordinary day. And a waiter, who approached the edge of the mirror. He looked at her with an empty expression, probably waiting for something deep. He didnt have any luck. She just ordered a coffee. Tired of making hers, which was awful: it tasted awful, as if someone had licked that mirror. But no one was there to discuss it. He likely knew it was awful, and that it was the mirror, but no one talked about it.
She looked out the bedroom window and, of course, saw the city. A city she knew and, at the same time, didnt know. She could have said something to someone. But no one cared. Not even her. Or maybe she did care. But she didnt want to care.
Looking at the coffee, she wondered: Should she have done something different? She thought of a man. Not the right man. No right man. She thought of a city. Not the proper city. No right city. She thought of a night. A night that would never happen. But why? Why think about those things now? Why think about things that never existed? Maybe it was just an excuse to feel like she still had something to lose. And she hated that. That feeling of loss that didnt exist, but was there, taking up space.
She looked at the phone on the bed. The number was still there, the name was still there. She never called. Why? She didnt know. It didnt matter. The number was still there. Like everything. And it would stay there until the phone broke and went to the trash. The coffee was still there. The world was still there, and she was still there.
Who needs anything more, after all?
She looked at the door. The world was out there. Not the world that was anywhere except where she was. And that didnt even bother her anymore. She wasnt trying to run from anything. She was just trying to go to nothing as if she were going somewhere, anywhere. Whatever it was.
And that was it. She turned her back, went to the bathroom, left, and the world kept being the world. And she would probably keep being herself.
Lyrics
The realm of death awaits
What you had not from the day, the time, the life, everything,
As a paradise in a bubble which burst out,
Fond inside you,
Lost the time on what you have not had. Night of stars, now,
Denies the fascination of waiting, at least,
You.
Evil heroism? A labyrinth without doors?
Conquest is the actual return to running away
From the rays of the sun,
Shabby as tired lions that return from the hunt.
As a leaf which falls on an inexhaustible well.
You.
Mining with your own worn nails, the day,
The mirages of the desert, where are you?
Who are you?
Until you see yourself with wounded eyes,
Coming to the surface of the mirror.
For insides, where on one jump,
Playing ping pong with
The person in the mirror.
You.
Who? There is an abyss!
Turning in between zigzags the worlds.
You know that no part of the uprooted flowers, one day
That started the field of dreams,
Is thrown to mute the anger
Against the infallible shadowy enemy
Which left your heart,
The devil, that you are afraid of
And is laughing at you using your face.
You?
You?
He?
He?
Who?
Who?
