Nation

by Edible Woman

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released February 22, 2013

Recorded live and mixed by Mattia Coletti in November 2011 at Vacuum Studio in Bologna / Final mix in May 2012 at Locomotore Studio / All songs written by Andrea Giommi except for tracks 4,6,8 written by Edible Woman / All songs arranged and performed by Edible Woman / Additional musicians: Enrico Pasini plays mellophone on track 9 - Fabio Generali and Agazio Cosentino play trumpet on track 6 - Lorenzo Stecconi plays electric guitar on tracks 1, 2, 4, 5 and bass on track 8 - Pyramid Carnaroli adds backing vocals on tracks 7, 8, 9 / Artwork by Bernadette Moens from Studio Arturo - www.studioarturo.com

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Coming on like a bunch of raging No Wave bulls in a funky china shop, these druids is possessed, kiddies: possessed by the kind of epiphanic melodies that have you singing along after just half a listen; possessed of a kind of dynamic rhythmical urgency so wonderfully exhausting everything after sounds pure wuss…

(Julian Cope, march 2010)
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Track Name: Heavy Skull
What´s that poise for? Drop that poise of yours! Don´t you know heavy skull you´ve got to drop that poise of yours. You´re not going to have a hard-on tonight, you´d better turn your sexual hunger into a fight, but life is just surrender, or else is taking corpses at home, you keep away from quarrels, or else you´re going to be the corpse to take home, to take home! Don´t you know heavy skull?
Track Name: Safe and Sound
Raise your right hand, there's a list of endless demands in store, I’ve got a different receipt instead oh boy, reduce yourself, neglect yourself, neglect yourself until you disappear, like a piece of mud in the pouring rain, like a relief besides the eternal frame, reduce yourself, neglect yourself. Guess what? Psychic surgery went wrong. Neglect yourself until you disappear, like a piece of mud in the pouring rain, like a relief besides the eternal frame, reduce yourself, neglect yourself. Guess what? Psychic surgery went wrong.
Track Name: Psychic Surgery
Do you really wanna make it through and live above suspicion? When you embrace a wide concept such as humanity there is no you and me and glory is a transient spot in time, blame on blame on blame on, it´s no use. There is only one way to change, there´s a pleasure in delaying the change. There´s a pleasure in owning, but what the hell are we defending? Sometimes I agree with Burzum in his call for total oblivion. Will we make it through when the privilege is gone away? Hate on hate on hate on, it´s no use, there is only one way to change, there´s a pleasure in delaying the change.
Track Name: A Hate Supreme
My mind is yet to be open, I still have a lot to improve I read I stare I never dare it's all based on books. I should enrich my visions with supreme drugs I should wander in the desert and stop giving a fuck, but ignorance still gets on my nerves, arrogance, there's plenty of that, that's everywhere I look, I read I stare I never dare it's all based on books. A hate supreme. At the age of 7, I used to be so obtuse I'd count to 7, and stopped feeding my brain at the age of 7, the drought was in my brain the world was watching insects, lusting in detail. At the age of 7, I used to be so obtuse I'd count to 7, and never read any book! A hate supreme.
Track Name: Cancer
You can wait for the cancer to come deciding to quit your job. You can wait for the cancer to come deciding to be supine. You can wait for the cancer to come avoiding disruptions of alla sorts, refusing mixtures of all sorts, living in your fences, happy with your friendships and i´m not referring to your own sake, but for god´s sake you´ve got your eyes to see! I´m not referring to your own sake, but for god´s sake the time has come to leave! The few qualities I have, well the cancer´s gonna take them away, no matter if we´ll go or stay, the cancer´s gonna take us away, and i´m not referring to your own sake, but for god´s sake you´ve got your eyes to see! I´m not referring to your own sake, but for god´s sake the time has come to leave!
Track Name: Money For Gold
Undercover! Like a strict confidence, that’s made or revealed by no one. It streams on and on in the fat people land, it seems nothing but today we won’t rise, we’re just about to fall today. Take part in my suitable dream, where I’m going down to see who takes money for gold. It chokes you off, but there’s no need to embrace you, are these lies? These are not lies but reasons to move fast and go down. I go down just to see who takes money for gold, when falling gets you long to watch the stars.
Track Name: Nation
I need that sense of loss and inspiration, that you feel when you travel across the nation. We´re not a theory of gas stations, we´re dense and suffocating. Driving home alone to isolation, driving home pissed drunk brings elation. If you can’t forget the time is running?
Track Name: Call Of The West / Black Merda
I¹m black and I scream, keep the breath try to swim, I¹m black and I scream, I feel,I fear, I¹m black! Don¹t have rhythm, don¹t have sin and these waters never seen and this sailor felt like me, but I¹m black, I¹m black, I¹m black! I¹m alive, don¹t have soul, got no gods, got no gold, I¹m the devil and I scream I¹m black, I¹m black, I¹m black, I¹m black.
Track Name: The Action Whirlpool
When I think I am achieving, then I miss, when you think that there is something you can reach, that´s when the intention gets lost. The harder I try the more I miss to embrace the world or endure the bliss, it´s either nothing or it all. The will is a joke and it´s the substance of the world. If to run is to escape, then I’ll run, if to jump is to escape, then I´ll jump.
Track Name: Will
After all these years, after all these years, after all this fight against the will, can you still see clear? When the logic is cold as steel, hard as a shell, can you still describe what you see, can you still see clear? When I bother to feed your will with hate and disbelief, we don´t share the same dream, can you still see clear? After all these years, after all these years, in this ancient game of the will, do you still love me? The idea of me, or what is left to be.