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Your Own World - And The Vision Of Sound

by The Spiritual Bat

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    The ancient bond with the Alchemist Painters (I Pittori Alchimisti, est. 1975) is renewed through the impressive Artwork by Master Vincenzo Compagnoni. Cold and immobile outside, unleashing visions of hidden, intimate worlds upon opening the digipack and gazing at the booklet.

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1.
Own World 05:58
LYRICS YOUR OWN WORLD When I think I own it this time and space When I think I own it I make a fool of myself and I'm afraid I might be wrong The wake-up call keeps my defenses high as I hear the mother's cry and I realize I'm in my own world obsessed with MYSELF With Love, You're in your own world When I think I own it this time and space and you're afraid you might be wrong The wake-up call keeps my defenses high as I hear the mother's cry And you realize YOU HAVE been selfish obsessed with yourself and with your own world “INSANITY! Obsessed with myself and with my own world” “You're in your own world” “My reflexes wasting... ...my body wasting” Lateral Amyotrophic Syndrome I'm touching you
2.
Guilty 05:38
Are you ready for such great pain who will be close to me when the time comes - - - are you willing to do do whatever it takes are you ready for such great pain who will be close to me - - - when the time comes Silent screaming from such great pain hear that voice calling there's no greater fear for I am guilty, guilty forget me not Time is passing, you know grab it by the horns are you willing to resign and die for we're all guilty, guilty forget me not I'll there walking back and forth in this or that room merging thoughts about a journey real or seen in a dream. Or the present dark and grey Raising Prayers in some sort of song Who will be close to ME when the time comes Who will be close to YOU when the time comes I'll be marching til I mold in this or that world merging thoughts from a journey real or seen in a dream I'll be walking back and forth raising prayers in some sort of song Who will be close to me when the time comes Who will be close to you when your time comes
3.
LYRICS THE HUMAN MUSEUM As long as I live In constant awareness it shall all be gone The Human Museum As long as you live In constant awareness The Beauty and the Wrong And see what is more Dear Lords of War Dear Lords of Power You all shall die Dear Human Kind and Laughter, Laughter We all shall know know our Power Our Role! You'll have been dead all life long AND NEVER YOU WILL HAVE MADE THAT JUMP INTO THE ABYSS OF AWARENESS AND NEVER YOU WILL HAVE SOARED IN CONTEMPLATION OF BEAUTY IN DECADENCE Forgive me for I have sinned! Is that the case? Maybe that's what it meant... The Human Museum remember, as long as you live remember There's no glamour song in all that we've done No far-sighted Love No collective Soul The Beauty and the Wrong Let's see what is more! The Human Museum As long as we live in constant awareness of all that we've done There's no glamour song that we can overturn no collective soul no far-sighted Love There's no glamour song it shall all be gone There's no glamour song!
4.
LYRICS CARESS THE SCAR We made that choice AFRAID to face and find the truth and touch the scar SUBLIME, ETERNAL The Beauty of Impossible Love The Beauty of Impossible Love ETERNAL, SUBLIME I'm witness to your solitude You're witness to my passing through here And climb to the top the view, and I decompose and fill, that void, The absence that bond, and please accept the challenge And see, what we've done it shows, right here on our skin, it tells our story, your skin shows yours Caress the scar and analyze To save what we have, what we can and climb to the top the view, and no one around to save what we have, Afraid, aware, ashamed, again We DROWN in our poison again and again and climb to the top and see there's no one around to save what we have, what we have or STAND at the top and see that we are not alone afraid, alone, aware, alone Caress the scar
5.
Escape 04:36
LYRICS ESCAPE A mist is assailing me shaking me wildly a fear is possessing me If I could use could use my body my body to tell this tale Then all shall seem forgotten need to escape from my own land And all shall be forgotten need to escape from my own self Disorientation Alienation Cold Waves Lost at Sea Cold Waves Wanted Escape Wanted the End
6.
Nine 04:04
LYRICS NINE Nine hours spent Nine months ago Nine hours left Life, Time Nine Lives Wisdom and Fear Laughter and Tears So Many drowned Some are abandoned Nine hours spent Nine months ago Nine in a limbo Only Nine Not any wit nor any charm when I fall ill then I'm done That is the goal That is survival that is the fight that I will lead I will conduct as a warrior though now I'm hurt now I'm weak Then I shall RISE once and again not in a limbo only nine Then I shall FIGHT once and again though only nine hours only NINE! Nine hours spent nine months ago Only Nine seconds Nine Seconds left!
7.
Killing 05:23
LYRICS KILLING May you rot in hell! I don't have, I don't have anything else to wish you Cuz I'm wild, I'm controlled, I'm an animal that's been hurt I wanna bite, wanna fight wanna see you feel as I do. I'll be damned, see your pain face to face, with your own worse fear So you understand! You own my thoughts, own my lymph on your legs, all your red guts hang Without head, move along, like all others in that spew and spill there's your body, unaware walking around, like a zombie hold your head by its hair swinging it like a lantern Now you understand! And your head looks at us weeping in all its despair What I wish, I don't know, even needed to go and ask Dante I can't tell, nor describe, why I believe in his Inferno. Wyvern Malebranche's Claws One thing is, you think you're wise something else, you really are You own my thoughts, own my lymph on your legs all your red guts hang hold your head by its hair swinging it like a lantern there's your body, unaware walking around, like a zombie and your head looks at us weeping in all its despair Now you understand! May you rot in hell!
8.
Intimacy 04:53
LYRICS INTIMACY Intimacy your most fragile self exposed to the trusted one the loved one Showing images of Self communicates “I'm here”, “I'm alive”, “I exist” Words fail to manifest who I am, without sound Identity is a puzzle that you build tile by tile some are virtual some are bodies of some kind Wonder if you're even real do I venture out and meet you body and all in our planetary sound (our sort of sound) Teach what you do best and earn your Self respect I pave the road to exorcise your fear And if you ever asked me was it worth the pain I'd say, of course it was, of course it was Everything YOU do for the cause, every step YOU take so to last in time Everything WE do for the cause every step WE take so to last in time. So many lost words in etherland they never seem to be heard, but if you choose the lesser evil if you choose the lesser evil soon or later good shall rise Intimacy
9.
A Cure 04:46
LYRICS A CURE Define The Cure Maybe there is a Cure Playing, might be our Cure, don't you know? Archaeology, deciphering what evil is infected raised just to be cured? Write the Dates Record the Words go back in time and find the answer is A Cure Define.Magic.Rituals.Singing! I'm singing to the full moon and dancing I'm dancing in the Wind and I'm rising You're staring at all that is still dear to you Guiding you blindly, Love And we're telling you the Story of a Lifetime We're walking in the wild night on tight rope Drawing Symbols right here in this Space Following blindly though Playing! Playing might be our cure, don't you know A Cure

about

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These are our creatures, we conceived them, we struggled to keep them alive, we nurtured them, all the way from conception to your ears. We present to you another segment of our epic Journey, an individual journey, but perhaps a glance into the journey of humanity, from our point of view, of course. Walking, marching, running, even racing at times, falling, getting up again and moving on, through the frightening lands of existence, the Journey still takes on hues of distant lights, the Quest becomes desperate for hope.

In such landscape, through the emission of sound, our challenge is to find oasis of like-minded creatures, an inter-connection of chiropter-friendly souls, who may differ from each other, differ from us, but share one desire: to start with what we have in common, to share some of this time we are allowed on earth, to work together and save what can be saved.

The Journey moves on to witness what becomes of hippocratic oaths, through the dimension of illness, of isolation, of age, each in our own world, mental and physical, with the spiritual need to find balance within, the struggle between acceptance and survival instinct, the need to reach out, to touch and be touched, with Love.

And then there is a sense of guilt, for if we have a conscience at all, we are aware of our selfishness, of our looking the other way, as we are assailed by fear and by the suspense of the unknown, the uncertain, of what will be, what hardships are yet to come, the Sword of Damocle appearing above, while crossing the bridge between dream and reality. We are walking on a tight rope in the darkness.

The Human Museum appears desolate up on a hill, the glamour and the glitter of materialism are lost in the empty halls of the human legacy. It seems so much wrong is being done that even the greatest accomplishments, the arts, the scientific achievements, the discoveries, the solidarity, are being overshadowed by new dark ages. Contemplation of Beauty in Decadence has a limit, a jump into the Abyss of Awareness. Humankind fails. “You'll have been dead all life long.”

Then hope resurfaces, upon looking at our own skin, at our own scars, what we have been through, still being alive, still moving on, and suddenly discovering we are not alone. The image of a young girl appears, she has lost her young father, the hardest battle was fought and lost, but a desperate promise echoes, to accept the challenge, to fight on, and beyond... And then a little boy appears, drowning, the dream of a promised land shattered, a hope destroyed, a journey ended, water and waves everywhere, the nightmare is real... may this body tell the story. May history and science and wisdom and love guide our actions, not ignorance, not prejudice, not greed.

Nine is just a number, nine is a random number of visions, or songs, a number of stories, it is a time span, nine months, nine hours, nine seconds ago, or yet to come. The ticking is an inseparable leitmotif, the heartbeat of our Journey. What are we doing with our time?

You are defenseless. You can have no revenge. You know it would only cause more wrong. Incapable of violence, images of hell come to mind, not without resorting to the imagination of an ancient master. You know that power is in the transmutation. Basic instincts undergo an alchemic process, sublimate into spiritual play, joyful gathering of kindred souls. Music is magic.

An intimacy can be reached, although with only a few in the multitude of characters inhabiting this planet. A mutual trust between human beings, in spite of the superficial nature of cyber-relationships, once we really know who we are, once we have come to terms with our own identity through merciless analysis and admission of our faults, and qualities.

Then through the understanding and acceptance of our virtues, together we march on, and search for a cure. A cure is hope, a cure is needed for this sick planet, for humankind, a cure is needed.
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credits

released September 8, 2017

Dario Passamonti: Music, Guitar, Bass, Synths
Rosetta Garrì: Lyrics, Vocals, Synths
Written and produced by The Spiritual Bat
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Ashkelon Sain: Synths on "Caress The Scar"
Emilio Torella: Synths on "Killing"

Marco Cento: Mastering
Vincenzo Compagnoni (I Pittori Alchimisti): Artwork
Laura Rossi: Photography

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One of few European bands in the scene that has carried out several coast-to-coast tours in the USA.
The Spiritual Bat is based in Italy and has performed at several festivals in Europe, such as WGT, Whitby Goth Weekend, Return To The Batcave, Gotham Sounds, Castle Party. The project evolves from "The Spiritual BatS" (plural), conceived in 1992 and features artwork by the Alchemisti Painters. ... more

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