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Aerial Roots

by Piqued Jacks

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1.
Finally you were there, spellbound again As a little dreamy conqueress While along heroes' paths, on destiny's stony stand We were hoisting a white flag To stop the fights, no more dead Back to the origins of a promised land Only secular, wise trees could tell If our story was coming to an end CHORUS For a month we've been so close With nothing but each other's souls And we've made it on our own As always, we hadn't more Uncontaminated reserve built ramps for us Straight to the core of vagueness It was all a postcard, sent by a man with a woman From a country made of three-quarters of sky and the rest of enchantment CHORUS ... CHORUS Slowly we've been so close ... Than ourselves, after all
2.
My wooden ring has a crack Honestly I believe in coincidence Or do you call it chance? I swear I don't invade Our kiss, that first memory with hatred CHORUS I wish for you a daydream I wish you joy, show it proudly My wooden ring has a crack Honey it's bleeding, you're the evidence A sort of vengeance Sorry I gotta run away I clam up, words get sharp when I feel betrayed CHORUS ... For the time ahead remaining I wish for you a boy to vow with 'Til death tears you apart And turns you to dust In a reincarnation of some other life Maybe you'll be mine CHORUS ... (And to do it) use your eyes They don't get older Your eyes I remember Your eyes Maybe you'll be a tiger And I'll be the shyest Kindred spirit Maybe I'll be the shyest And you'll be a tiger Hunting me, craving me, chasing me down
3.
My ancestors told me Don't bury your creed I never knew them But they've always been here Once I read: “I'd rather lose my breath Than a whole life Without romance” CHORUS A chance to fly by the windowsill And prove on your terrace how to climb a tower Give me a chance to fly beside the love you sealed And prove on your terrace how to climb a tower We often end up at a library hall To choose which book we'll be a part of Make it our own, enrich it Then put it back on the shelf for another kid like I used to be On my cover somebody wrote: “All these feelings, battles under our skin Chronicle why the world map spins” We all spin We're all spinning with it CHORUS ... I ask for your hand to place flowers in it And prove that our heads can be crowned together
4.
Don't ever forget your roots Now that you're done here, but not for me Do you remember tiny shoes? Worn by my son from here to eternity If this is the path you choose I will be one with the flaps of your wings And my breast will have room For you to return whenever you may need Don't ever forget your roots (I stand, drawing, on the roof) Now that you're done here, but not for me (So that you see the map of every night) Do you remember tiny shoes? (The clues I use are the city lights) The simple thought of you It makes me shine like gold It feels like I'm going to war Because I'm leaving home I swear it's all wrong That I am gone, I'm not gone, I'm not gone
5.
I thought your foot was moving Could not resist this grooving If you wanna be alone get out Otherwise grace me with a dance now I really don't know how to behave Friends are where you hesitate Perhaps have a go at what comes next Or maybe not, so you won't be mad Please tell me what you are sure of In my modest opinion, of nothing at all This keeps me thinking just to forget But I'm not even fairly good at that CHORUS Moody habits are kinda shaping you Making you change your point of view Moody habits will penetrate you Shocking your brain matter very soon I'm not as skeptical as I'm low I must admit my temper's rancorous But come on wise up, say a damn vowel By far this condition exceeds my powers CHORUS ... Moody habits are gonna drown you If they drag you down into the blue CHORUS ... Moody habits are why I can't decipher you Moody habits are why I'm failing with you
6.
I see the people who raised me getting much older On the contrary today I'm pushing their wheelchair In the rain we run Fresh air in our lungs I've listened to the stories of my father's father He sits on a cloud How I like thinking of him now He spoke the truth About what he knew: CHORUS “Maybe my last breath Isn't death But only a bridge Guiding the next birth Of a pearl To my gift” It's easy to become nostalgic when I remember That we used to go fishing on the lake Every time he playfully told me I could have been a dolphin I understand what he wanted to teach: CHORUS “... I'll carry my gift... While my essence will be flowing to mix up again and merge into the universe I was a stone until the wind scattered my grains of sand all over the desert”
7.
Yes, my boy... The sky moves, it leaves together with the sun The day is crying, a storm doesn't let it come No don't worry, they're a few angels sick to their stomachs What else you got?...my boy, what else you got? Tell me dad, where does the sky go at night? Tell me dad, I hear the rain outside Tell me dad, thunder gives me such a fright CHORUS I'm not making a fool of you, mark my words It's the way we should see the... The moon is dark, it wears a dress made of light It's when magic dust twinkles around as fireflies Here some more, you'll fall asleep without a lullaby What else you got?...my boy, what else you got? Tell me dad, why is the moon yellow? Tell me dad, at what time do stars show? Keep on telling me dad, as you did all along CHORUS ... It's the way we should see the world And they will teach you how to lie Will teach you how to last Will teach you how to lead Will teach you how to lurk Will teach you how to like Will teach you how to lash Will teach you how to lick Will teach you how to lust And they will do you no harm If you go it alone son One day you'll be a grown-up But please stay young, resolute, innocent Heartfeltly
8.
The queen In need of help Natural catastrophes Messages of help CHORUS She's always put her destiny Into every heart We all can be heroes The last bee Begging for help CHORUS ... With simple acts She's always put her destiny Into every heart We all can be heroes For the best Who's gonna make life bloom? Who's gonna make life bloom? (She's seeking a refuge, to be rescued) A universal scream The population's sins
9.
Let that spark explode No don't lock it out of your soul And that firefly knocking at the window Won't you blow it away? Let that spark at every pulse Flow intermittent through your blood And let the firefly replace the vital muscle Of your chest with light Our glances were born to go up in flames But in the end, you were swayed No excuse or busy days There's always time to waste Don't blink for fear of the pain It will be okay
10.

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The acoustic version of "Climb Like Ivy Does", a forceful lullaby where every song became a new song. Ivy's journey continues, there are still stories to be told. Look at the picture with the ones who raised you, grab the compass and go.

The album includes the bonus track "Recurring Seasons".

credits

released February 12, 2016

E-King - lead vocals, piano, glockenspiel, harmonica, triangle
Penguinsane - acoustic guitar, backing vocals, ukulele, djembe
littleladle - acoustic bass, backing vocals, tambourine, valiha
ThEd0g - drums, backing vocals, percussions

Additional musicians
Grifo - classic guitar in tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 9
Waterfront Quintet - strings in tracks 2, 3

Produced by Piqued Jacks
Recorded, engineered and mixed by Francesco Cugia at Penguinsound Studio
Mastered by Pete Maher Mastering (London, UK)
Language supervision by Melissa Demos
Art direction by Matteo Cugia and Lapo Roccella

LOVE TO
Alberto Castellani, Betty Bryce, Brian Lanese, Cecilia, Dan Quinn, Dynamik Records, Emanuel Carfora, Emanuela Vh Bonetti, Federica Bini, Fonderia Cultart, Francesca Fabbri, Garrett Goodwin, Kevin Butler, Letizia Parlanti, Lorenzo Marianeschi, Luca Cugia, Luca Montagnani, Michele Celli, Naturart, Oca Nera Rock, Paco Bini and all the friends whose enthusiasm inspired us to make this record.

Dedicated to Fernandino, Ivy's grandpa, a music believer.

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