EMBRYO LYRICS

1. The Same Difference

Almost two decades has gone since you went away,
nothing seemed changed, not even birds of prey;
the mountains kept on overhanging around,
the rivers rushed with that familiar sound.

Some things will never change: the ones you thought that should
support you without any doubt are the first to blame your name.

Back in the city where you learned your art,
back to the friends that shared with you that path.

Some people were afraid of your omniscient wisdom
some other just refused your naturalist system.

Some things will never change: the ones you thought that should
support you without any doubt are the first to blame your name,
to blame your fame, to shame you.

The same, always the same difference.
The same!

They couldn't understand what ruled your mind,
they just stopped to the image, no curiosity to find
the revolutionary ideas that filled your head,
they preferred to label you as a freak or as a threat.

Some things will never change: the ones you thought that should
support you without any doubt are the first to blame your name,
to blame your fame.

2. Overwhelming Your Disgust

You seemed a fugitive from your cradle in the plain
where you were supported in everything.

Dazzled by a strong and legendary name
focused on overcoming and on conquering blame.
You thought to recognize the majesty of a king,
fighting within, swallowing incoherence not to sink.

Closing your eyes on what was happening around
you tried to find solutions overwhelming your disgust.

Your convictions that war was an insane brutality.
your disgust, your convictions that war was an insane brutality.

You were moving from town to town,
building where devastation was done.

Dazzled by a strong and legendary name
focused on overcoming and on conquering blame.
You thought to recognize the majesty of a king,
fighting within, swallowing incoherence not to sink.

Closing your eyes on what was happening around
you tried to find solutions overwhelming your disgust.

Climbing the enemies' castle walls,
walking under water to destroy the boats,
taking innocent lives with your science.

Your disgust, your convictions that war was an insane brutality.
Your disgust, your convictions that war was an insane brutality.

You decided to give up, too much brutishness you found.
You repudiated him.

Dazzled by a strong and legendary name
focused on overcoming and on conquering blame.
You thought to recognize the majesty of a king,
fighting within, swallowing incoherence not to sink.

Closing your eyes on what was happening around
you tried to find solutions overwhelming your disgust.

3. Vanguard For The Blind

Your voracious mind,
so peculiar to bind
your brain was running faster than the speed of (your) time;
careless of the traditions, a vanguard for the blind.

Far away from the comfortable
habit to learn how to master
all the archaic techniques
of prototyping (with) plaster.

You quested for knowledge and longing for a mind
away from any routine and (from) any still life,
working on evolution, looking for something new,
manipulate the matter as no one did before,
reaching an unknown level, smashing all the boards.

"O Greci, io non penso che miei fatti vi sieno da raccontare,
però che voi li avete veduti. Dica Ulisse gli suoi,
ch'egli fa senza testimoni de quali è sola consapevole la oscura notte."
[Ovidio, Metamorphoseon - XIII, 13-15. Translation by Giovanni Bonsignore]

Struggled within your own mind,
between reputation and (a new) future for mankind;
a fragile equilibrium, stuck between hell and Elysium.

Your brain was running faster than the speed of (your) time;
careless of the traditions, a vanguard for the blind.

4. Painting Death

There exploded a riot to conquer power in Florence,
murders and treacheries were devouring "the establishment".

A senseless internecine warfare
was crawling in the streets;
families opposed in the council,
blood start to cover the city.
Swords and knives in the church
to subvert the authority; ambushes and pitfalls
to gain the richness of seigneury.

But when they caught the betrayers
and showed no mercy for them,
from the window of courthouse
deceivers were hanging in infamy.

Despite your thoughts and beliefs you were sitting in the square
with the pencil in your hand, ready to paint the deaths.

Focused and concentrated
to catch all the details,
careless of the tragedy
you were just seeing a moment
to freeze in the memory,
to transfer in a painting.
Not for historical purpose,
just for money and fame.

You were disgusted by violence,
so in love with life and creatures;
you were completely extraneous to that clash.

5. Looking For The Divine

In the darkness of the night
Far from the eyes of a blind god
Your only guide was your mind
But a candle light to help your sight

You just wanted to know
And longing for the truth
Analyzing bodies in that room
There's no dogma unsupported by proofs

They gave you corpses nobody wanted
Useless flesh you gave a sense
You used knives to open them
But not for sadistic intent

You just wanted to know
And longing for the truth
Analyzing bodies in that room
There's no dogma unsupported by proofs

Looking to the sky
Try to see the divine
With your hands in the chest holding hearts
Feeling the blood that once was flowing

Eyes and livers
Muscles and nerves
Skulls and bones
The keys to test

The perfection of creation
The existence of the almighty

You just wanted to know
And longing for the truth
Analyzing bodies in that room
There's no dogma unsupported by proofs

I need to touch to believe that you exist

6. Solitaria 1519

[Instrumental]

7. Leonardo

Lost in a maelstrom, waiting for thoughts to tell
elements secrets and fluid theories to dare;
overflowing the planes is not just bravado:
nourish the soil and starving out in town.
Art merged with science, the essence of your saga,
relief for your soul, the way for going further:
destroying the barriers of your mind:
obey the nature, crossing incognito

to reach wisdom

Trapped in a life of contradictions
when you don't know where to go,
afraid of people and their judges,
you found your shelter in your own.

Dismemberment of corpses made to understand:
a maze of veins like slopes full of lava,
vessels and muscles the "engine" parts to rev
ill bodies in the court of Medici.
Necromancer in the eyes of narrow men,
constrained in a perennial tense, symbiotic;
indoctrinated by the laws of matters, no space for alibi.

"You blind!"

Trapped in a life of contradictions
when you don't know where to go,
afraid of people and their judges,
you found your shelter in your own.

Lies and ignorance fed your torment and your hell;
envy and shallowness undermined your will to care;
obscurantism permeated your slender ego;
nocturnal visions enlightened your brain;
aiming at peace aiming your patron's armada.
Reluctant painter,
dreamer then disillusioned;
onanism like an ex-voto.

8. The Greatest Plan

Born in an era where everything was changing in the lives of men,
out from the darkness of Middle Ages,
through the light of Renaissance,
to an ancient anthropocentrism.

You found the truth in nature laws,
their minds expected to know it all;
there's only a way to earn wisdom:
"Open the eyes, you fool!"

You studied animals, rivers and clouds,
the movements of nature all around.

You thought that to understand the world
you should have learned how creatures moved.
You built your own idea of the body of men.

"Blood flaws in the veins, pushed by the heart, like rivers running to the sea:
nature is full of infinite reasons that have never been in experience".
You wanted to discover them to cross the limits of mankind

to reach the Prime Mover
though the ecstatic contemplation.

You found the truth in nature laws,
their minds expected to know it all;
there's only a way to earn wisdom.

You saw a lighting blinding your brain,
fill your soul, unveiling the frame
of universe, the greatest plan of everything
that you wanted to share with them all.

"Open the eyes, you fool!"

9. Bastard Of The Brood

The son of guiltiness,
the son of broken promises,
born from deception,
baptized at daylight inception;
torn from your mother's arms
to hush up an inconvenient scandal

and your father didn't care
about your fragile mood;
you were just the bastard son of his brood.

Grown up in the nature,
its laws forged your behavior.

A hole in your heart,
a hole in your affection,

a hole to fill with perfection.

And your father didn't care
about your fragile mood;
you were just the bastard son of his brood.

Looking for something you didn't know
to warm your lovelorn soul.

A hug, a sweet caress on your face;
a word, a lovely whisper for your rest;
a kiss, the sign of someone who cares.

And your father didn't care
about your fragile mood;
you were just the bastard son of his brood.

You passed the entire life
taming the deepest strife.

10. Mouth Of Shame

You were just a young and promising painter at the time,
curious and fascinated by the life of high society;
surrounded by the sons of people leading the town,
caught in the middle of power plays.

A concealed feud for the money and fame.
They said:
"Luxury and blasphemy infect society;
sodomy and misery corrupt the youngest minds
mischievous pederasts have to be overthrown".

At night, in the darkness of (the) downtown, in decay
of human flesh, away from (eyes of) false morality.

They turned on a prying spotlight on your (own) instincts.

A shame for your father,
a shame for your own (job) carrier;
stares of rough judgement
chocked your sexuality.

Marked with the holy fire of god,
you shrunk from any spontaneous thought;
stifled by the thousands eyes of the crowd
you confined your impulsiveness under your shame.

They said:
"Luxury and blasphemy infect society;
sodomy and misery corrupt the youngest minds
mischievous pederasts have to be overthrown".

(An) anonym violated your privacy,
a vile finger pointed to your intimacy.

A shame for your father,
a shame for your own (job) carrier;
stares of rough judgement
chocked your sexuality.

11. Witness Of Your Life

You were mesmerized by the light of the moon,
all around conspiracies were deranging your doom.
The shelter of the favor you caught so hard
was suddenly ground and torn apart.

When you thought you reached
the perfect equilibrium; you perceived you are just
the witness of your own life.
When you felt it was time
to lower your guard, they hurdled in your face
that you are
the victim of your freedom demise.

Matters of power were leading their hands
to cover with blood their native lands.

When you thought you reached
the perfect equilibrium; you perceived you are just
the witness of your own life.
When you felt it was time
to lower your guard, they hurdled in your face
that you are
the victim of your freedom demise.

Freedom.

Witness of your life!

When you thought you reached
the perfect equilibrium; you perceived you are just
the witness of your own life.
When you felt it was time
to lower your guard, they hurdled in your face
that you are
the victim of your freedom demise.

Once again you were forced to leave,
once again goals you couldn't achieve.

12. The Horror Carved

He brought you a crooked wheel,
a simple piece of wood,
thought as an exercise
to show the world your skill.
The pleasant neighborhood
(was) wishing for something nice
(but) he couldn't even think
the blast that filled your mind.

The art is powerful
it has to shock your souls;
express desires
shake from the deep your worlds;
ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom.

You wanted perfection
you didn't please the good;
your satisfaction
was mind leading the flood of imagination
to reach the highest peaks;
eyes incantation,
shudder turned into thrills.

The art is powerful
it has to shock your souls;
express desires
shake from the deep your worlds;
ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom.

Under a feeble light embraced by darkness
you materialized centuries of nightmares.

A dreadful scream of horror
echoed in the bare room,
a wheel soulless and hollow
carved to be the epitome of doom

transfixed by the eyes of Medusa,
paralyzed by the ancient gods;
he perceived the might of the shield,
he just thought to the money
it could (have) learned.

The art is powerful
it has to shock your souls;
express desires
shake from the deep your worlds;
ravish your senses to its timeless kingdom.

He (only) sold (your) immortality
to satisfy his greed.





EMBRYO LYRICS