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Being ghosts, one more
time,
in this desert town, during summer.
Having nothing to do but crossing
places
depleted by August vacation.
We've got an old Polaroid camera in
our hands and a cassette-player stuck at our waists.
Old music sounds in
our ears,
we wear outmoded clothes
and we never stop to walk.
We stay in silence
with melting ice creams
in our hands.
No licking, just smiling
and remembering what doesn't exist
anymore.
It's a parade of forgotten figures
leaving no footprints, no
smells.
Simply they go, having no destination. |
The Performers:
Marco Soellner - vocals/guitars

Francesco Conte - guitars

Davide Pesola - bass

Paolo Soellner - drums & percussions

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