HUNDRED LIGHT YEARS

by Lunarsea

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    RECORDED AND MIXED: Outersoundstudios by Giuseppe Orlando.
    MASTERED: Mika Jussila at Finnvox studios.
    ARTWORK BY: Martin Saavedra at Spina studios.
    SPECIAL GUEST: Tim Charles(Ne obliviscaris),Emanuele Casali(DGM-ASTRA),Martin Minor,Tom Nitfield.

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HUNDRED LIGHT YEARS_

A light year is a spatial unit of measurement, it stands for the distance between two points moving at the speed of light.

“hundred light years” would represent those moments in which people feel themselves far away from everything, from passions, job, loves.

INCIPIT:

“travelling at the speed of light, to reach the separated one. lonely, with his
sphere-ship, beginning to follow a path. towards a personal aphelion, the furthest place from
home.
and as it is hard to leave passions, happiness, well-being, and anything that is moving away.
Over there, where the five senses are unused, where human speech does not make sense, where it is necessary to describe what will never be.
orbit and stability, the Tao, the circle, the electron around the nucleus, seasons. metaphors of this story.
sound turns blind, image dumb. second by second, in front the universe expands, behind it shortens.
here I am, closed between lead and snake, dreaming of horses and eagles, beyond pillars.
the swan will open its wings to welcome me.
written by bare hands, without shedding a tear, without thinking about what has been left behind, so misunderstood, so incomprehensible,
two faces, one destiny. to make the same turn. a new nebula disturbs the monotony, the bright surprise waiting a less boring century
the star wind slips out of fingers, and the memory of what it was disappears, as a galaxy behind a radiant sun.
the blue and the red shift, the immortal black. Frequencies of a faded communication, detached emotions. body and a flattened mind remains, there is not much more to do.
just me...”

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released 15 May 2013
OUT ON MAY 20!

Released 20 May 2013
Produced by: LUNARSEA
Label: PUNISHMENT18RECORDS
Recorded and mixed at: OUTERSOUNDSTUDIOS by Giuseppe Orlando
Mastering by Mika Jussila at FINNVOX STUDIOS(Finland)
All Music Written by: FABIANO ROMAGNOLI and CRISTIAN ANTOLINI

Special Guest:
Tim Charles (Voice and violin from the Australian band NE OBLIVISCARIS)
Tom Nitfield (German Producer)
Emanuele Casali (DGM-Astra)
Martin Minor (German Pianist)
Michael Shulmann(U.S.A Violinist)


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Track Name: 3 Pieces Of Mosaic
To believe is to lie, it seems impossible to tell.
to live is to win, square pieces nailed on skin that fell...
skin that fell down
phosphorescent mosaic points to you, poor you
softly touching slots, indecipherable mounting figure
son of dedition

I was waiting for the right combination
I was crumbling by static boredom
to materialize the events, feat coincides with victory
until the piece will be one, until the piece will be one

one piece on total mosaic, they're not missing, no more,
2 blocks of stellar mosaic and the hard work will be ended
mystic oblivion spins away, human is tired to complain,
see the loneliness dig her own grave, her own grave...

the form vibrates, the roll extends, irregular lines and arid clues
deserve to be humiliated
the esoteric so pagan, the snake and the owl, the two separated
conceptions of forfeiture, after years of severe ordeal

and this will be done

what appears before my way? what's appearing there?
what's the meaning of this glow that slowly overwhelms me
the hard work will be done

one piece on total mosaic, they're not missing, no more,
2 blocks of stellar mosaic and the hard work will be ended
mystic oblivion spins away, human is tired to complain,
see the loneliness dig her own grave, her own grave...
Track Name: Next And Future
a oxidized clock hung on a crumbling wall, and full of
cobwebs that invade the hours, it was a liar aphelion,
and we touched it there, it was a perihelion's time

myriad of sifted seconds on the golden grid
the best remaining stones to adore

flashes of last autumn, precious millimeters,
cause of abrasion

where do we go now, man? 30 days only
for 2 compelled lancets to slow down, but it’s
wonderful to spend a lively time stealing
a future from the clouds

next and future are blank grains, located nearby

wondering what's the next hurdle,
black-white holograms masked by rhetoric poetry

flashes of last autumn, precious millimeters
cause of abrasion

where do we go now, man? 30 days only
for 2 compelled lancets to slow down, but it’s
wonderful to spend a lively time stealing
a future from the clouds

Solo: Emiliano Pacioni

infinite vaults no more sustained, rolling debris scraped away
never parallel orbits allow more than one point of solid
contact

where do we go now, man? 30 days only
for 2 compelled lancets to slow down, but it’s
wonderful to spend a lively time stealing
a future from the clouds

and we touched it there
Track Name: Ianus
so tight the keys, so huge the stick
into the hand, to split the one to get the two-faced
a hermit or a demigod, the first nostril inhales omega
then the other exhales alfa

will I navigate down there?
golden bough
will I cross the roman gate?

on balance between thin devotion and frail reason,
both share the same mission,

advance towards the arch, on time of internal war,
any force, any effort, but without apparent faith
backwards to the door, when the sunlight melts the dew,
every day, every night, every era in the sign of Ianus
received as Saturn, in memory of Ianus
founder and father.

enchanting domain of tip high, the huntress sang to the pale moon
now as then, in supreme hyperspace the ear is thrown away

alphanumeric code to decipher, newest event to translate,

Di indigetes, divum empta cante, divum deo supplicate

on balance between thin devotion and frail reason,
both share the same mission,
will I navigate down there? will I cross the roman gate?
both of them will be right

advance towards the arch, on time of internal war,
any force, any effort, but without apparent faith
backwards to the door, when the sunlight melts the dew,
every day, every night, every era in the sign of Ianus
received as Saturn, in memory of Ianus
founder and father.

Solo: Fabiano Romagnoli
Track Name: Sonic Depth Finder
one hundred light years far, there is no sound
a watertight ball to find some dream spore
above a layers of uncontaminated land
over a hill of muddy plains, therefore...

slowly drowning, hot steam from the ground
slowly drowning, gaseous and liquid state
launch probe is like self-completing, is a way to believe

echo delayed, with Sonic Depth Finder
echo returns, truth in the sounder
feel betrayed by surface world,

Sonic Depth Finder, towards the downwards
a morning star sets on bright water,
towards the downwards it fades, living baits agonizing
living baits agonizing on my strange hook
small pride closed in a vacuum probe,

it can bear the violent pressure attack, welded handmade fuselage
it can bear the descent, serpent from nowhere eats living baits

echo delayed, with Sonic Depth Finder
echo returns, truth in the sounder
feel betrayed by surface world,
Sonic Depth Finder

Solo: Emiliano Pacioni

here come the time of reflections, because mirrors don't lie

clearing the psyche as if it were soot, as if it were soot
here come the resonance, it travels so wary, it meanders silent
fathoming the landscape I find the bedtime
fathoming the landscape I find the remains
Track Name: As Seaweed
damned in an elastic paste, a germ role
nothing more than good
we are living in endemic refrain
scales of small part of worm, as a nevrotic arm
what are we are living for? to become idle fossils

all for chlorophyll, plankton swims in fury,
stupidly, to get a food to be alive
all for chlorophyll, plankton swims in fury,
without doing anything to deserve it

the dull roar of the storm, lymph from the roots
no pity, no guilt, no a new season, exceptional flowering

chlorophyll and cells, or tasty plankton mire,
slimy that gives force
all for chlorophyll, stupidly to get a food to be alive
with cadence we dance...

we dance as a seaweed, like a picture in moving
against our will
we are twisting in a sea wave. all flow sways

if they had a head, it could see the fish swim free
a stem at the mercy of the current, thinking is a gift to be deleted,


-voices-

the colony is dry
... man as seaweed...make me a man

Solo: Emiliano Pacioni/Emanuele Casali

persuasive sonnet, compliant to own being
me, impavid wart, servile parasite and fertile crab
immutable wane, adherent to the worse
before the colony is dry,

we dance as a seaweed, like a picture in moving
against our will
we are twisting in a sea wave. all flow sways
Track Name: Pro Nebula Nova
resolution is dragging me down, here I fell as a little pawn,
tracking down a faint pulsation, homologue of fluke, and now...

stop... stop at the boost speed,
in front of your footstep a plasma stands
beat, beat to sphereship.
in front of your footstep, something squirms

something squirms over there, something is calling
something that isn't someone

shell shock, so the nebula nova upsets planets around
Shell shock, it illuminates galaxies ever found
for the eagle and the horse, towards the chaos
the pillars far and gone, sometimes is calling me

brilliant petals are opening, protective panels from the glow
anesthetic mixture and shining first dose
it or he weaves,
in front of your footstep, some plasma stands
in front of your footstep, it or he weaves

something squirms over there, something is calling
something that isn't someone

shell shock, so the nebula nova upsets planets around
Shell shock, it illuminates galaxies ever found
for the eagle and the horse, towards the chaos
the pillars far and gone, sometimes is calling me

let me flow in a perfect gale, dazzling surprise

Solo: Fabiano Romagnoli
Track Name: Aphelion Point
Orange light from above, rarefied man is finally here
Gain of prospective hits the senses and refines them all
circular escape that sews the mouth, earth... my little earth
so perfect and safe. anyway...

they followed us, Mood swings, atop and down
less hard than I expected

mourning of perihelion poses as harbinger for this journey
nothing ever ends in vain, nothing ever ends in pain

to have everything, I lose everything
widening a cone visual, a glance through the stars
minute by minute, hundred by hundred
craving and reaching to the... the

Aphelion-one, away from the sun
Aphelion's point, here without the flash bright
Aphelion's shine, in the farthest point from all
Turn number one, there will be a second time
Aphelion-one

-voices-

road to aphelion aligns the apses with segments,
fluctuating fragments around the fulcrum by gravity

Solo: Tim Charles

point has never been so close, path has never been so long
nothing ever ends in vain, nothing ever ends in pain
nothing ever ends in pain...

to have everything, I lose everything
widening a cone visual, a glance through the stars
minute by minute, hundred by hundred
craving and reaching to the... the

Aphelion-one
Aphelion's point
Aphelion's shine
Track Name: Palindrome Orbit
Spatia devinco,disiuncta coniungo

so reducing the mottled-stained, so pulling the ball of wool wire
long the void known, silver sphereship through the stars
with no blame, face a new space race

from disgrace to the final point of safe return,
to the initial where it all began

starving ambition, joy expired
the value is almost null, little is all that remains
forced, undecided, me companion for a journey called return

from disdain, the redshift and flame variation,
and the fire that irks the run, a few parsecs of increase,
last conjunction can not wait no more
another trip, another day

No, this is... this is the new palindrome orbit,
impossible leave it, we live flying
now, is this the oldest… palindrome orbit?
we lived tomorrow, we lived lying

ferrous worries, always ignored
pace in absence of air, of friction
overlap of orbitals, stubborn and enterprising
non-human structure, always ignored

from disgrace, to the final point of safe return
the redshift and flame variation, suddenly it assails,
last conjunction can not wait no more
another trip, another day

No, this is... this is the new palindrome orbit,
impossible leave it, we live flying
now, is this the oldest… palindrome orbit?
we lived tomorrow, we lived lying

Solo: Fabiano Romagnoli
Track Name: Ephemeris 1679
for those who will read this logbook, smelling an incense ink
during the trip
for those who will reflect about this logbook, while a red stellar
lantern runs fast
for those who appreciate the day before
to strip the great gray-clad axioms
for those who believe to know all, about the numbers and details
of the pantheism,

while I admire over me, behold an icicle,
locked to write a legacy, that melts in the tide
act of contrition, the plated casing holds
locked to write a legacy, a man never tamed
act of contrition

form, a misleading form, connecting the dots
updating the log, carry on...

negative sine into diagram, geometrical designs comparing

flyers revolve in the plastic mind as a comets storm strike
distorted substrates grow just now, an aisle for salvation
fortuitous crash inhibits the script, odd casualty cheap
futureless, while I admire over me

behold an icicle, locked to write a legacy, that melts in the tide
act of contrition, the plated casing holds
locked to write a legacy, a man never tamed
act of contrition

whizzing lights, a dart to the end, strolling and writing about me
first breathing time, a membrane evaporates

one million words to say half, one symbol to hide it for ever
for those who will reflect about this logbook, for those who believe to know all...
for those who believe to know all...