Newsgroup: it.arti.musica.rock
Titolo: Owen [non il Pallone d'oro]

Canzoni che fluttuano nell'aria e si dilatano, una voce sussurrata,
come quella di un fantasma con le ali. 
Sensibilità acustica, aperture ambientali. Uno strano caso, un caso
raro, per questo molto apprezzabile. A tratti ricorda i defunti
Antartica.
Nessuna nota di copertina, solo fotografie in velocità.
I testi: 
MOST DAYS AND
oh, i could just leave things a lot more easily than you'd think
cause i've been known to retreat every few years.
(so what am i waiting for?)
"oh, it's sad."
i know. the "youngness" of my young man shows.
please accept my apology and wait with me.
oh, i could just die now and noone would really have to find out
cause i've been lying down for years.
(so what am i waiting for?)
"oh, it's sad."
well i see in other men who i want to be.
sympathy and honesty--god knows i'm trying.
sympathy. honestly, god knows i'm trying.
MOST NIGHTS
i lay my head on a pillow and another on my head lightly.
i pull the blankets up just over my mouth and breathe.
i spend time thinking about people i know, how i feel, and if it
shows.
i turn over.
i've got a girl in my bed who's more sure of what she says than what
she 
hears.
i've got a song in my head that i'm sure i won't remember. come
morning,
may my mind be at ease.
please come, morning.
DEAD MEN DON'T LIE
an accident. an ambulence.
what an ugly scene we make as human beings
who do what we want to.
it's true. we move on.
did anyone survive? honestly, i don't know.
is anyone alive? for sure no.
DECLARATION OF IMCOMPETENCE
i've got nothing to say.
i've got building blocks for teeth and a tube sock for a tongue.
i can't do anything.
i can't do my hair right,
or have a good time,
or fall asleep with my girl.
so if you don't want to see the worst in me, you've got two choices:
cover your eyes--both hands tight, or just leave.
i don't know what i think.
i'm unsure that i could or couldn't care less or more
about everyone i do or don't know.
so if you don't want to be with a deadbeat like me, well, i don't
blame you.
i won't blame you.
YOU SHOULD DO IT NOW...
it's your last chance to change things.
i know you've been getting by alright,
but i saw you at the party without a drink in hand or a word in mouth.
nothing to do or talk about.
poor skinny fat kid without any interest in making friends.
i know. it's not easy being...
"oh, go on."
no, go on.
PLACES TO GO
i've a picture of you--
a parisian street, early morning, late spring.
and i know what you were thinking.
you were taking a break from life. you were traveleing light
(a pair of walking shoes and a sweater).
you were where you were when you pictured where you'd be--
anywhere but home.
well it's you last chance to change things.
i know you've been getting by alright,
and alright's okay for the day to day, but for the rest of your life?
an honest face like that,
you just can't take back that easy.
an honest face like that,
i just can't forget too easy.
(god knows i'm trying...)
THINK ABOUT IT.
if you go, you should know it matters not where, but why.
is it your friends? have they let you down again?
or is it love? or the lack there of?
the way we crave...
if you go you should know, should you lose your way,
i'm staying home (why?).
take care.
mike
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  ~~MN~~
     .
"Of course I am prepared for anything"

 Antartica.
Bellobello... l'anima romantica e acustica dell'emo-core.
Un disco passato inosservato quasi ovunque... davvero un peccato.
--
A Ghost Writer