É il primo album per la Mellow Records di Mauro Moroni. “Erewhon” è in parte ispirato ai fatti di Tangentopoli e musicalmente segna il distacco dai modelli d’oltremanica per concentrarsi su uno stile più personale. Presenti anche alcuni episodi strumentali, accanto a quelli cantati, affidati per la prima volta a Raffaele.
La copertina è di Riccardo Mannelli.
Erewhon
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Artist:
Notturno Concertante
Label:
Mellow Records
Release Date:
March 20, 1993
Available Lyrics
Erewhon
EREWHON
(Erewhon is the place we live in.
It’s a very strange country
thieves and killers are admired
while the honest lives in the shadow
and he’s blamed by everyone.
Erewhon where nothing is as it looks
Erewhon where people enjoy violating rules
Erewhon where injustice always wins
health is a virtue, malady a crime
wealth Is rewarded poverty punished
lies are wisdom and truth Is madness)
Erewhon is the place we live in
bad surprise in paradise
(Erewhon is the place we live in.
It’s a very strange country
thieves and killers are admired
while the honest lives in the shadow
and he’s blamed by everyone.
Erewhon where nothing is as it looks
Erewhon where people enjoy violating rules
Erewhon where injustice always wins
health is a virtue, malady a crime
wealth Is rewarded poverty punished
lies are wisdom and truth Is madness)
Erewhon is the place we live in
bad surprise in paradise
Before Awakening - Wide Open Eyes
BEFORE AWAKENING
Before awakening life seems so good
and you live in enchanted gardens
you take the dreams for reality
like a frightened child who refuses to grow
advancing in your misty day-dreams
you could never imagine how cruel
your awakening will be
it’s time to awake.
Before awakening you’re pleased to live in this place
you feel like you were in heaven
while you live in an imaginary place:
words mean nothing
you must pay attention to their looks
you pretend to ignore what’s happening
around you.
What wiII be of your life?
The end of your hopes
goodbye to them
welcome to real life,
the end of your hopes
sand in your hands
welcome to real Iife.
Wake up my friend
though life seems absurd
and people are so mean
though we’re victims of our virtues
stay awake my friend
I know there’s nothing to believe in
it’s useless to search for praise in their eyes.
They were born blind
they are still blind
The end of your hopes
goodbye to them
welcome to real life, the end of your hopes
sand in your hands
welcome to real life.
WIDE OPEN EYES
Don’t be so proud of your faults
fight in silence your battle
be honest to say what your really think
don’t be rhetorical, empty, cynical don’t be so Italian.
Before awakening life seems so good
and you live in enchanted gardens
you take the dreams for reality
like a frightened child who refuses to grow
advancing in your misty day-dreams
you could never imagine how cruel
your awakening will be
it’s time to awake.
Before awakening you’re pleased to live in this place
you feel like you were in heaven
while you live in an imaginary place:
words mean nothing
you must pay attention to their looks
you pretend to ignore what’s happening
around you.
What wiII be of your life?
The end of your hopes
goodbye to them
welcome to real life,
the end of your hopes
sand in your hands
welcome to real Iife.
Wake up my friend
though life seems absurd
and people are so mean
though we’re victims of our virtues
stay awake my friend
I know there’s nothing to believe in
it’s useless to search for praise in their eyes.
They were born blind
they are still blind
The end of your hopes
goodbye to them
welcome to real life, the end of your hopes
sand in your hands
welcome to real life.
WIDE OPEN EYES
Don’t be so proud of your faults
fight in silence your battle
be honest to say what your really think
don’t be rhetorical, empty, cynical don’t be so Italian.
Dream's Humters part 1
DREAMS’ HUNTERS
We were like dreams’ hunters
we the sons of mother utopia
we half killers half poets
in search of a kind of revolutionary purity
the believers trying to make
heaven on earth
there was a time when it seemed
a big change could happen here
even here
one more northern wind seemed to blow
it cried out rage: it was our Iast chance
we fought for the big dream to come true
but really with no hope for the future
we wasted our lives
We wanted to change this country
just like our fathers tried to do
but now these words are not enough
to explain our disillusion
we dreams’ hunters
we were the priests and we were waiting
for the kingdom to begin.
This was our dream and now we know it was a nightmare, but we believed in something
now you see a sleeping generation.
Men without a dream: we were strangers in this Iand.
We fought for the big dream
We were like dreams’ hunters
we the sons of mother utopia
we half killers half poets
in search of a kind of revolutionary purity
the believers trying to make
heaven on earth
there was a time when it seemed
a big change could happen here
even here
one more northern wind seemed to blow
it cried out rage: it was our Iast chance
we fought for the big dream to come true
but really with no hope for the future
we wasted our lives
We wanted to change this country
just like our fathers tried to do
but now these words are not enough
to explain our disillusion
we dreams’ hunters
we were the priests and we were waiting
for the kingdom to begin.
This was our dream and now we know it was a nightmare, but we believed in something
now you see a sleeping generation.
Men without a dream: we were strangers in this Iand.
We fought for the big dream
The Protector
THE PROTECTOR
If you’re weak or strong
you can’t survive without protection, I
if you’re honest & wise
even if you’re clever
nothing that you can do without protection
no escape from this trap.
Feeling low as they say what we have to do
there’s no room for your right.
You learn the lines he loves to hear
from his slaves
and you’re so glad to be a soldier
in his field.
The man who made the miracle
the giant who gave you the gift of power
you were nothing but a poor dwarf.
Feeling Iow as they say what we have to do
there’s no room for your right
There are some old laws that we learn
as we grow
the golden rules to keep you safe
away from the storm:
just winners are all right
blame it on the losers and after all
you need protection to survive.
Feeling low as they say what we have to do
there’s no room for your right
His favourite ones can be just
the most faithful, obedient, the meanest men
you the pupil and he’s your saviour.
You learn the lines he loves to hear
from his slaves
and you’re so glad to be a soldier
in his field
the man who made the miracle
you’re in heaven if you hear his call
but you’re whetting knives in case he falls:
the dream of your life.
If you’re weak or strong
you can’t survive without protection, I
if you’re honest & wise
even if you’re clever
nothing that you can do without protection
no escape from this trap.
Feeling low as they say what we have to do
there’s no room for your right.
You learn the lines he loves to hear
from his slaves
and you’re so glad to be a soldier
in his field.
The man who made the miracle
the giant who gave you the gift of power
you were nothing but a poor dwarf.
Feeling Iow as they say what we have to do
there’s no room for your right
There are some old laws that we learn
as we grow
the golden rules to keep you safe
away from the storm:
just winners are all right
blame it on the losers and after all
you need protection to survive.
Feeling low as they say what we have to do
there’s no room for your right
His favourite ones can be just
the most faithful, obedient, the meanest men
you the pupil and he’s your saviour.
You learn the lines he loves to hear
from his slaves
and you’re so glad to be a soldier
in his field
the man who made the miracle
you’re in heaven if you hear his call
but you’re whetting knives in case he falls:
the dream of your life.
Rethorical Questions
RHETORICAL QUESTIONS
What’s the use of all those churches
in a country where there’s none of us to believe in anything?
Can you explain to me why there are so many theatres
in a piace where each one plays shouting their roles
How can a honest man live in here?
I’m so sick with their pretensions of holyness
and everyday you see malice in their eyes
how can’t we feel humiliated
watching this place ruled by a bunch of satraps
and full of slaves.
Nothing is left of humanity but all this stench around us
it’s full of worms, nothing human here
but all this stench around us.
How can I believe you when you talk of human honesty
when we’re revolted by too many swindles?
What mysterious reason let injustice always win
so we submit to the triumph of the worst?
Could you talk to people who always move their hands,
'cause you know they ignore what conversation is
How can a honest man live here?
What’s the use of all those churches
in a country where there’s none of us to believe in anything?
Can you explain to me why there are so many theatres
in a piace where each one plays shouting their roles
How can a honest man live in here?
I’m so sick with their pretensions of holyness
and everyday you see malice in their eyes
how can’t we feel humiliated
watching this place ruled by a bunch of satraps
and full of slaves.
Nothing is left of humanity but all this stench around us
it’s full of worms, nothing human here
but all this stench around us.
How can I believe you when you talk of human honesty
when we’re revolted by too many swindles?
What mysterious reason let injustice always win
so we submit to the triumph of the worst?
Could you talk to people who always move their hands,
'cause you know they ignore what conversation is
How can a honest man live here?