LANGUAGE

AESTHESYS

The second album by Trauma Forward, titled Aesthesys – second chapter of a music trilogy that has begun with Scars – is based on the question about what is possible to know of the external world.

The meditative journey which started with Scars, moves onto another plan, the external one, through a Ulysses-like jaunt into a mysterious and indifferent city. The protagonist stumbles across many common entities of the external reality that, for the first time, it seems able to comprehend: at the end of its path, the protagonist will understand a disconcerting revelation which will lead towards the third chapter.

Aesthesys is the conjugation of many music genres – such as electronic, progressive, ambient, ethnic and soundtrack – with authorial photography, sculpture, literature, and philosophy.

The artwork also contains a lot of collaborations with talented artists and virtuous musicians as Ciccio Li Causi, Fabio Zuffanti, Leon Seti and many more.

TRACKLIST

1. Neon shrubs

Neon shrubs

Sunday idleness. Since it was awakened at the sunrise by bizarre divagations originated from the wounded canvas, it jumped out the window to enjoy a solitary walk.

Lyrics

Into the gloom of a cold night
in which pleasure and sadness
become a single flesh
We are matter no more

We become puppets in the hands
of children
devoid of boundaries
formed only by tepid colours of gypsum

While patting ourselves
we stray among neon shrubs
which tenuously heat the mind
stiffen by its own pulsation

Warmth of a pinewood
at sundown from the gloom place
where together we feel alone

Gently expands
through the squalor
of that distress

Which only
desire and tedium
can generate

2. My mind circle

My mind circle

Cracked tyres upon smooth pebbles scattered in spring gardens, revealed the chemical contribution towards feelings.

3. Heat, crisis and pain

Heat, crisis and pain

Its romantic impetus was ruptured by others contempt and then it was crushed inside the centrifugal motion of the city centre.

4. Harbor spoor

Harbor spoor

Hence port fetors and marine reflections mutated into imaginative consolation for an unacceptable awareness.

5. Light on / Yellow key

Light on / Yellow key

Abandoning itself among the adjacent woods at noon, contemplating granular sparks, it achieved the intuition of denticular auric devices.

6. Gate in sight

Gate in sight

Then, archaic pillars, hidden by wither shrubs, conducted it through perceptive evolutions.

Lyrics

Gate in sight
look inside
gate inside
see the light

Impressions
detached
from objects

Pure intuition

7. Aesthesys

Aesthesys

It almost touched eschatological dynamics through aesthetical facts from an ineffable geometric temple, experiencing a pythonic past again.

Lyrics

The projection of
unsolved conflict
engraves artificial objects
so they become aesthetic

Translated sublime from nature
to authorial entail
which manifests itself
with an ineffable disquietude

It imparts a feeling of solitude
the proclivity to reach the affection
to feel safer
to feel sinless

Pain engraves pleasure
stupor denotes nausea
incomprehensible eye flies
encrypt immediate cognition

As steel cables that
dance, mute
as monsters of mold
resting in a garrett

A keen hug while tears drop
because of the impossibility
to discern
sadness from happiness

8. Rendezvous

Rendezvous

Afternoon inferior desires – as prions in meninges of industrial sites – shocked the protagonist since they were contradictory to the consciousness of the new flesh.

Lyrics

It’s easy to feel blue
it takes just a bit
so maybe it would be wise
tryin’ to get a tear of happiness
without fear because
it’s easy to feel blue again

Something tells me that today
a thought of yours will be for me
that’s why I am inspired
that’s why I feel caged
when I look into your eyes
I see a deep labyrinth
maybe it’s just in my mind
but it’s funny to disturb you

I want you to know that I think
we’ll never rendezvous again
and I feel sorry, it’s my fault
I hope that you will forgive me one day
now everything I can do
it’s to dedicate this song to you

It’s easy to feel blue
it takes just a bit
so maybe it would be wise
tryin’ to get a tear of happiness
without fear because
it’s easy to feel blue again
I think I would be fine
seeing you once again

Something tells me that today
a thought of yours will be for me
that’s why I am inspired
that’s why I feel caged
when I look into your eyes
I see a deep labyrinth
maybe it’s just in my mind
but it’s funny to disturb you

9. Walking to the white path

Walking to the white path

Thus, it got insensibly back to the sapless domestic holes along drenched asphalt, woven by liturgic lights.

10. The myth of Malone Washek

Thy myth of Malone Washek

The box and the key: it realized that they were useful while it was looking at some of them, scattered into the lewd junkyard of wretched districts.

Lyrics

Nosing nicotine from his hand
soiled by ink, black as oil
Malone spent his lonely days
among plastic, cherries and wood
Ucronìa was a rueful place
to live in, dun as lead
working in a typography
where he lost once his arm
mediocrity, his vaunt
utterly seemed to degrade
post-industrial scenes of his life
were too faded to be prized

No more money, no more hope
neither an eye, which he pulled out
and a moron boy playing among mangles
showing his chunk, then screaming for pain
his father was so mad
that he threw his cane against Malone
he lost even an ear
and run away dropping blood and tears
so the city seemed diverse
a knotty Daedalus of bricks and minds
Washek was desperately running through
gloomy arcades, under middle-east roofs
Golden sand
and bearded men
the last things he saw
before he swooned

Then he woke up
in the middle of night
sweated and petted by
smogs and rays of light
factories, so stunning
and mechanical sounds
and that nurse told to him
to get back down

When morning
had come
Malone was received
by the old ones
they though
he was really rough
so he had to fight
and he won

«Time to battle has come
we’ll bring our creed
we’ll bring our brunt
to unbelievers
to who does deserve to die
it’s time
for god’s sake, it’s time»
That’s what Malone said
before the invasion begun
to his soldiers, as a pun
they tried to figure out
so they fought
they killed
and they thought
they would have won
but then were executed all
Malone was ripped
without mercy
justice wasn’t brought
and his myth was cut off
the right ones cried Malone

11. Forsaken thought

Forsaken thought

Unctuous stains on the surface of liquids contained inside the tanks of a hollow inn, revealed the irrational disquietude about the fingers of a hand at the vesper.

12. Honeybunch

Honeybunch

Nearby, an unsafe, melancholic, maternal shelter had lost memories of its childhood. Like everyone else, after all.

Lyrics

Lonely in the hollow house
Barred windows and dark smiles
As I open a closet in the sad light
my lips shiver, tasting a smell

Now I don’t know why
You can’t see me
I’m just like a kid in a pit

If I observe the sky
Too much stains cover my eyes
As a stray dog at the twilight
I love to hear my bones creak

And lost in my dream
Crying to him
His insect head is tearing me

13. A feelingless afternoon

A feelingless afternoon

It decided to lose it too, in order to end worthily its metaphysical excursion at the sundown, from the top of the ancient bastion it reached minutes before.