Domenico Riccio - Mishima
MISHIMA: L'Opera Musicale di Domenico Riccio
Un'esperienza sonora intensa ed evocativa. Ascolta le due versioni ufficiali dell'album.
Mishima - Versione 1
Mishima - Versione 2
MISHIMA
01 L'ombra dell'inchiostro
I used to think a sentence
Could hold a whole year
Caught my breath into the still air
Of this rented room
Measuring days in margins
And angles
And ink that never dries
But words are shadows
They have no weight, they pass through the plate
Never touch the table
(Hmm-mm-mm)
I stack them higher
They don't fall, they don't stand, they just fade on my hands
Like dust from a dream unstable
Caught my breath into the still air
Of this rented room
Measuring days in margins
And angles
And ink that never dries
But words are shadows
They have no weight, they pass through the plate
Never touch the table
(Hmm-mm-mm)
I stack them higher
They don't fall, they don't stand, they just fade on my hands
Like dust from a dream unstable
And every crack in the ceiling
Gave the paint a private myth
Taped poems to the window frame
Hoping the glass would shift
But the clock kept its circle
The rent came on the same day
Nothing moved but my handwriting
Getting smaller on the page
Gave the paint a private myth
Taped poems to the window frame
Hoping the glass would shift
But the clock kept its circle
The rent came on the same day
Nothing moved but my handwriting
Getting smaller on the page
'Cause words are shadows
They have no weight, they dress up the pain
Bleed the bones of a savior
I shout them louder
They don't bruise, they don't let, they just curl in my hair
Thin smoke of an empty flavor
They have no weight, they dress up the pain
Bleed the bones of a savior
I shout them louder
They don't bruise, they don't let, they just curl in my hair
Thin smoke of an empty flavor
Still I muse, still I'm writing
Phrases on the dimming wall
If language cannot make the fall
Why does my heart keep flowing over?
Phrases on the dimming wall
If language cannot make the fall
Why does my heart keep flowing over?
Maybe the trick is in the speaking
Not in what the letters claim
Baby, saying it out loud
Is the closest thing to change
Not in what the letters claim
Baby, saying it out loud
Is the closest thing to change
So if words are shadows
Let them sway
Let them dance on the face
Of it all and every day
They can't save me
But they stay
They expand
Soft ghost on my hands
And I keep tracing what they can't rearrange
Let them sway
Let them dance on the face
Of it all and every day
They can't save me
But they stay
They expand
Soft ghost on my hands
And I keep tracing what they can't rearrange
02 L'impero di carta
A thousand pages written in the dark
A fragile spine bending under the weight of syntax
Tear it down!
The ink is a coward's blood
I built an empire of paper because I feared the sun
The mirror showed a ghost, a stuttering boy terrified of the blade
But the mask of words is suffocating
The temple of the intellect is a rotting cage
I need the gravity of the flesh
Tear it down!
Tear it down! Break the mold!
Turn the fragile into gold!
Iron plates and heavy breath
Stepping over fear of death!
Sweat, muscle, forge the frame
Forget the silo, forget the name!
Sun and steel, heat unknown
Sitting on a bloody throne!
Rise!
Mother, the golden pavilion is so beautiful
It blinds me
Perfection is a tyrant, it demands to be destroyed
Only in ashes can it live forever
I dress in the uniform of a lost era
A phantom soldier marching to a forgotten tune
The radio plays static
The world is asleep in its modern disease
I stand on the balcony
Tear it down! (Tear it down!)
Facing down the iron age!
Listen to me, wake up now!
Remember the ancestor's vow!
But the crowd is laughing, the soldiers sneer
They traded the spirit for comfort and fear!
I scream at the void! I scream at the sky!
If you are listening, then watch how I die!
This is my final breath!
Tear it down!
03 Scolpire il silenzio
Words
Words
Illusions
Illusions
Empty shadow, shadow, shadow
Incombust
Incombust
Mute birth
Mute birth
Then the light, the light, the light
The sun
The sun
Ruthless, ruthless, ruthless
Weak flesh burns, burns, burns
Awaken, awaken, awaken
Not man, make it form, form, form
Pure tension, tension, tension
Sun and steel, sun and steel
The forge, the forge, the forge
I sculpted, sculpted, sculpted
Infinite beauty, a blade, a blade
Cuts deep, deep, deep to the bone
The bone, the bone
The mirror lies, lies, lies
A pale reflection fades, fades
Discipline, discipline
Iron, iron, iron
Flesh meets cold, cold, cold
Pain, truth, pain, truth
Master the vessel
Master, master
Awaken, awaken, awaken
Not man, make it form, form, form
Pure tension, tension, tension
Sun and steel, sun and steel
The forge, the forge, the forge
I sculpted, sculpted, sculpted
No turning back
Back, back
Not back, the cut, the cut
Absolute, absolute, absolute
Silence from the forge
Sun and steel, sun and steel
Sculpted, sculpted
Sun and steel, sun and steel
Sculpted, sculpted
Iron, flesh
Iron, flesh
04 La forgia della carne
Steel cold
Flesh weak
The sun a witness
Ink is alive
Muscle is the truth
The forge awaits
One strike! Two strikes!
Hit the iron, break the bone
No fear, no home
Polish edge, sharpen mind
Leave the hollow man behind
Body steel, body steel
Carve the form, make it real!
Power!
The sun, the steel
I am the blade, I am the fire!
05 Il risveglio della bestia
The room is white
The embers draw
A lifetime wasted in the searching
Shadows, fragments, mirrors
I was a creature of words
But words have no weight
Words have no blood
The sun is rising over the balcony
I feel the iron
I feel the hunger
Awaken the giant, awaken the beast
Moving from the west to the ancient east
Focus, power, discipline, pain
Sun in my vision, steel in my vein
No more stories, no more lies
Look at the fire in the warrior's eyes
Grind, shine, take what is mine
Crossing the border, crossing the line
Every muscle is a weapon, every breath is the crime
I am the master of space and of time
Greatness! (Greatness!)
Say it till it hurts, say it till it's real
I am the sun, I am the steel
Build it up
Strike it down
Wear the armor
Wear the crown
I am flesh
I am flesh
Keep the spirit cold and fresh
Unstoppable, physical, radical, pure
There is no medicine, there is no cure
Just the steel, just the heat
Just the rhythm of the street
Greatness, greatness
Say it till it hurts, say it till it's real
I am the sun, I am the steel
The body's a temple of fire
Screaming the truth to the world
I don't need your mercy, I don't need your grace
I am carving my soul in this godless place
Yeah, feel the burn, the blade, the light, the point of no return
The golden pavilion has
It must burn
Only in ash can beauty stay eternal
The stuttering boy is gone
The soldier is born
Victory is blood at a razor's choice
Speaking for the dead with a living voice
Deep society, samurai mind
Leaving the hollow man far behind
One cut for the spirit, one cut for the land
The ultimate silence, the final stand
Greatness! Power!
Everything burns in the final hour
I am the sun, I am the sun
I am the sun!
06 La bellezza deve bruciare
Le mie parole erano spettri febbricitanti.
Costruivo fortezze fatte di sintassi e di tosse.
Il mondo là fuori era un sole accecante, spietato.
Io vivevo nell'ombra di un vocabolario malato.
La maschera ha aderito alla carne
Confessioni sussurrate a un pubblico di fantasmi
Ma l'inchiostro non ha peso, l'inchiostro non ha ossa
È solo fango che asciuga prima della grande scossa
Sento il battito del mio cuore
È un tamburo di guerra
In una stanza vuota
Sangue sul marmo! Ferro sul petto!
Non c'è perdono per l'intelletto!
Solleva il peso, strappa la vena, tira la fune, spezza la schiena
L'ombra svanisce, la carne si tende, solo l'acciaio capisce e comprende!
Non leggo il destino, lo scrivo col muscolo
Non sono l'aurora, non sono il crepuscolo!
Ogni flessione è una riga di storia
Ogni dolore è un frammento di gloria
Basta bugie! Basta parole!
Il mio nuovo altare si affaccia sul sole!
Il padiglione rifletteva la sua arroganza nell'acqua.
La bellezza... la bellezza è un'oppressione.
Mi guardava dall'alto, dorato, intoccabile.
Io, il ragazzo balbuziente, il difetto nella tela.
Per possedere la bellezza, devi distruggerla.
La cenere è l'unico stato di perfezione. Brucia.
Il Giappone si sveglia! La spada consiglia!
L'imperatore è un'idea, non è un uomo mortale!
Siamo la cura contro l'oblio occidentale!
Indossa la divisa, ascolta il dovere
Non c'è più nulla che puoi trattenere
Il balcone è pronto, la folla deride
Ma chi ride oggi, domani non vede!
Il rito! Nel taglio netto io trovo il mio nido!
Tra le dita che mollano la loro morsa
Il corpo è compiuto, il silenzio è d'oro
Non c'è più fango, non c'è più spazio
Azzurra è la lama, il mio ultimo strazio!
L'estasi del dolore! Io sono la spada! Io sono la luce!
07 La maschera del soldato
A thousand pages written in the dark
A fragile spine bending under the weight of syntax
The ink is a coward's blood
I built an empire of paper because I feared the sun
The mirror showed a ghost, a stuttering boy terrified of the blade
But the mask of words is suffocating
The temple of the intellect is a rotting cage
I need the gravity of the flesh
Tear it down! Break the mold!
Turn the fragile into gold!
Iron plates and heavy brass
Stepping over fear of death!
Sweating muscles, forge the frame
Forget the song, forget the name!
Sun and steel, heat and bone
Sitting on a bloody throne!
Rise! Shine! Rise!
Burst the chest, pull the cord
Trade the pencil for the sword
No more hiding in the verse
Lifting up the ancient curse
Every muscle is a vow
The future is happening right here
Right now
Mother, the golden pavilion is so beautiful
It blinds me
Perfection is a tyrant that demands to be destroyed
Only in ashes can it live forever
I dress in the uniform of a lost era
A phantom soldier marching to a forgotten tomb
The radio plays static
The world is asleep in its modern disease
I stand on the balcony
Standing on the balcony! (Go!)
Facing down the agony! (Go!)
Listen to me, wake up now!
Remember the ancestral vow!
But the crowd is laughing, the soldiers sneer
They traded the spirit for comfort and fear
I scream at the void, I scream at the sky
If you won't listen, then watch how I die!
Sun! Steel! Rise! (Sun! Steel! Rise!)
Sun! Steel! Rise! (Sun! Steel! Rise!)
08 L'ultimo taglio
A thousand pages written in the dark
The fragile spine bending under the weight of syntax
The ink is a coward's blood
I built an empire of paper because I feared the sun
The mirror showed a ghost, a stuttering boy terrified of the blade
But the mask of words will suffocate you
The temple of the intellect is a rotting cage
I need the gravity of the flesh
Tear it down!
Break the mold
Turn the fragile into gold
I am breathing heavy breaths, stepping over fear of death
Sweating muscle, force the fight, forget the sorrow, forget the night
Heat and steel, heat and bone
Sitting on a bloody throne
Sculpt the chest, pull the cord, trade the pencil for the sword
No more hiding in the verse, lifting up the ancient curse
Every muscle is a vow
The future is happening right here, right now
Mother, the golden pavilion is so beautiful it blinds me
Perfection is a tyrant that demands to be destroyed
Only in ashes can it live forever
I dress in a uniform of a lost era
A phantom soldier marching to a forgotten tune
The world is asleep in its modern disease
I stand on the balcony
Standing on the balcony! (Standing on the agony!)
Wake up now, remember the ancestral vow
But the crowd is laughing, the soldiers sneer
They traded the spirit for comfort and fear
I scream at the board, I scream at the sky
If you won't listen, then watch how I die!
Listen up, listen up, listen up
The sea of fertility is empty and bright
I drink the poison, I swallow the light
The ascetic of pain, the beauty of gore
I don't need your modern world anymore
Watch the blade erase the years
No more ink and no more tears!
Final breath, final stand
The severed head for a severed land
Cold steel slicing through the gut
The final word is the final cut
The sun is rising, burning red, honoring the ancient dead
This is art, this is pure, the only sickness with a cure
Cut the weakness, bleed the shame
Burn the shadow in the flame!
Ascetic! Ascetic!
Take down the sun!
The Dead City is complete.
09 Sia fatta la mia volontà
L'inchiostro è pigro, la penna è un limite.
Ho cercato la verità tra le pagine ingiallite.
Ma ho trovato solo ombre di carta.
La carne, la carne è l'unico tempio che non mente.
Ascolta il silenzio prima della tempesta.
Sun and steel!
Hit the iron, feel the heat!
No retreat, no defeat, discipline on the beat!
Watch the muscle ripple, watch the spirit rise!
I don't see the limits, I just see the prize!
Carve the body, sharp cold!
Better than the stories that the poets told!
One strike, one life, one blade, one night!
Building the empire in the strength and light!
Iron in my veins, fire in my lungs!
Speaking with the power of a thousand tongues!
I am the author, I am the sword!
I am the whisper, I am the lord!
Move! Move! Let the steel ring!
I am the beggar, I am the king!
Io sono il sole!
Brucio sull'acciaio!
La bellezza è un incendio che non si spegne!
Non chiedo pietà!
Non cerco riparo!
L'estetica è il mio unico destino!
Be the greatness, be the light
Hold the flame through the darkest night
Mishima soul, warrior mind
Leaving the shadows of man behind
Greatness! (Power!)
Everything ends in this final hour
Muio per rinascere nella forma perfetta!
L'acciaio è freddo, il sole eterno!
Sia fatta la mia volontà!
10 Oltre il declino
Goatskin shining
Soft light blinding
Young blade turning
Muscle burning
Vein-hem humming
No day coming
Somebody
Oh, somebody
No decay
Just today
Somebody
Yeah, somebody
Perfect wound
Perfect dawn
Sweat drips down slow
A golden river flows
Every nerve awake
For goodness sake
Heartbeat drumming
Something's becoming
Somebody
Oh, somebody
No decay
Just today
Somebody
Yeah, somebody
Perfect wound
Perfect dawn
Somebody
Somebody
Yeah!