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Cenotaph

by The Meaning Under

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The first rule not to make waves it’s the new punishment language. Once the murder’s violence was reflected on the convict’s body, for all to see. The ruler’s vengeance was irrational and random violence a show for the masses which was uneconomic for the State. Look around and what do you see? Head down crowds and candid clothes. Long lined of men and women, order and strictness for a better society. It all seems so perfect, so ideal, Now it is how we always wanted the superstructure made us stable. Today the punishment’s language is the new panoptic society. The jail is a smaller part of a wider prison system. “The human body was entering a machinery of power that explores it, breaks it down and rearranges it. A ‘political anatomy’, which was also a ‘mechanics of power’, was being born; it defined how one may have a hold over others’ bodies, not only so that they may do what one wishes, but so that they may operate as one wishes, with the techniques, the speed and the efficiency that one determines. Thus discipline produces subjected and practiced bodies, ‘docile’ bodies”.* Look around and what do you see? Head down crowds, candid clothes. Long lined of men and women, order and strictness for a better society. It all seems so perfect, so ideal, (as desired the world has changed, as desired the world has flowered). Now it is how we always wanted the superstructure nullified us. *from “Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison”, Michel Focault, 1975
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Superior powers controlling minds, anesthetized, enfeebled feelings, no topics to have a talk on, unfulfilled, nonexistent wishes Process elaboration ain’t easy when your own conscience doesn’t belong to you though you answer to your master once you are turned into a robot. Thought is a relic of the past if there ever was a past anyway what you’ve got is the here and now with no ambitions, nor intuitions This is what they want. This is what they are given. There’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing you can do to stop it. Don’t feel any emotion nothing concerning your inner self don’t feel any love or hatred don’t even breed a single thought. Taken off the memories, nothing remains of the humanity Not owning their bodies anymore, animals pass away too. This is what they want. This is what they are given. There’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing you can do to stop it. They are in control!
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Look around you there’s nothing worth fighting for mile-high piles of steel and glass hiding the sky and the clouds from us even stopping the rain from reaching the ground. This comes from their greatest fear. This is the proof of their manipulation. You are reduced to non-thinking flesh. This is the end of civilization. Outside the binding walls of the city of steel lies the old, what we shouldn’t know cause knowledge is a crime. What we shouldn’t remember cause memories are sins. What we shouldn’t bind to cause bounds are an offense. This comes from their greatest fear. This is the proof of their manipulation. You are reduced to non-thinking flesh. This is the end of civilization. Now we have to rise from our holes. Waking the consciences and take the structures down and set fire to the flags to never say anymore: «this is the end of civilization».
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I remember the big promise day, while wars were on the peak of insanity. The night was day because of the flames that burned up along the ways. Streets once covered by smiling people have now the colour of burnt bodies. The air we once breathed has now the texture of suffocating ash. Deceived by a promise the one made by who started all this. Comforting words, that everything would change that we would live a new freedom an efficient system, a costant balance, a state of things brought to essence. Deceived by a promise. I remember a family, mother, father and son who supported each other vigilant, waiting for the new day under cover from enemy fire. A house with no windows, an uncovered roof red-stained pictures, memories of a time that doesn’t belong to us anymore, fragile dreams broken by the dust we breath. If only we had said no, that day, if only we had refused to listen to them maybe we’d have continued our life and we wouldn’t have been disappointed Deceived by a promise the one made by who started all this. Comforting words, that everything would change that we would live a new freedom an efficient system, a costant balance, a state of things brought to essence. Deceived by a promise. The one made by who started all this.
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Move, move, as the Master commands, so move, you know the Master is mute, move, move move with fear and together as if you were dancing to satisfy... the eye of The One. Dignity is falling with every blink of the Tower of The One! Bow down! I must feel the truth about my destiny, and ingest my medicine. Rise up! ‘cause I must feel the load, the annoying beam of light shining from the door, shining through the Lens. The lies pushing down my head can’t pervert this blood lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. Furiously I’ll resist! From this tiny uncovered nest I’ll fly away. Furiously I’ll resist! From the awkward skin I wear from the sight of the Tower of The One! Prisoner: I’m waiting for the moment I’ll stand above you and watch you bow your head to me I won’t be kind, you won’t have (my) pity. I just obey... the rules of Panopticon. Too long, too long our pain inside without chains beneath your eyes. The One: calm down and take a look through the lens it makes you bigger and me smaller but you know that’s false. Prisoner: yes, the lens I’m going to shatter now! Look at me now... everything has started and everything will be complete. From this tiny uncovered nest I’ll fly away Furiously I’ll resist! From the awkward skin I wear from the sight of the Tower of The One!
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Memories of a time vanished in an instant. Moments longed for a life dissolved in the fog. Memories of a blazing sun soon turned into frost. A blinding light of hope turned off by a blanket of shadow. Emptyness, occluded mind. It’s time to march the work is waiting for us real life is here, in the present not in the old world. It’s time to raise the head to look ahead who cares who we are it just matters where we are. Memories of a love deceived by craving. Days too full of things no time to think. Memories of a contact but further and further, longed for a life, but never realized. We don’t know the names of anybody people without memories blank and absent gazes stories of lives with no beginnings and no ends. Searching deeper you don’t get anywhere. Vanished feelings, cancelled perspectives just a cenotaph for our minds. Compromise this existence. Crucify the innocence. Broken bodies for mistake. Criticized for the ideals. Frozen gaze into space. Mangled bodies from work. Many voices speak to us. Sanctify our cenotaph. The time has come to clarify. The time has come for planning new life. Now we can change reality. Now we can stop this insanity. Too much time spent buried with no name but we didn’t forget who we are. We don’t know the names of anybody people without memories blank and absent gazes stories of lives with no beginnings and no ends. Searching deeper you don’t get anywhere. Vanished feelings, cancelled perspectives just a cenotaph for our minds.
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I remember that day When I opened the door and I saw red. A second later it was dark, and I understood everything. It was my occasion I could rise above your lives To appropriate of your stories And be “the one”. So I deprived you of everything I deprived you of joys and cries, smiles and tears. I made sure that you could do nothing to stop me I see unconscious gazes, life is elsewhere, not in you. You heard my voice and (you) obeyed. I wasted your talents for thirst for power. Today, not in front of god, but here in front of you all I want to confess my sins. It’s my occasion I can give your life back to you and rebuild what I destroyed. Conscience: «think about your past, my friend take a look to the energy you loose face the time you still have to live and gather all your faults throw away your disguise to be truly the One. Is now the moment to be truly the One».

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released September 30, 2016

Line up
Matteo Rosin: guitar, bass on 8
Filippo Galvanelli: keyboards
Filippo Benetton: lead & backing vocals
Claude Arcano: lead & backing vocals

The collective
Manuel Vendramin: drums on 2
Paolo Veronese: drums on 3, 6, 8
Marco Sanguanini: drums on 4, 5
Francesco Tresca: drums on 7
Marco Costa: bass on 2
Andrea Bevilacqua: bass on 3, 6
Alessandro Quarin: bass on 4, 5
Andrea Cancedda: bass on 7
Andrea Scaramella: violin
Francesco De Santi: violin
Laura Giaretta: viola
Maurizio Galvanelli: cello
Chiara Badon: choir on 1
Roxanne Doerr: voice on 2

Music by Matteo R. except “The New Perspective” by Filippo G. and “Confession“ by Matteo R. & Filippo G.
Strings arrangments by Filippo G.
Vocal melodies & arrangements by Filippo B. & Claude A.
Lyrics by Matteo R. except “The Tower of The One” by Claude A. and “Confession“ by Matteo R., Filippo B. & Claude A.

Recorded & mastered at Hypnoise Recording Studio by Filippo G.
Produced by Filippo G.

Artwork by Matteo R.

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