Minds Working - Unpublished Texts

By Carlo Torta

La musica fa parte di noi, ci accompagna in tutti i momenti felici, tristi, importanti e futili della nostra vita.
Questo libro è dedicato a tutti i musicisti e compositori che non sanno quali parole associare alle proprie canzoni. Una serie di testi inediti in inglese da utilizzare e ai quali dare vita.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carlo Torta
• Release date: Jan 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9788822894335

Book preview

real

Crawling

There's a time to cry 

A moment to suffer

A life to make love

Death has his clock  

the time is ended

Dreaming your face

feeling your touch

kissing your lips

breathing between your tighs I die in my room

alone with a beer in my hand

and a cigarette in the other side.

I will never have nothing but this song, my fate already written the unmourned grave.

You are my angel

You are my soul

you are the Sun

that fire up my skin

A dream no bring about

A hope shattering in my head.

Shine like a moon

in a dark vision,

freedom of thought, feel the passion of events,

cold shivers on my back

Fear or delight I don't discern

I will never have nothing but this song, my fate already written the unmourned grave.

You'll never come to me 

A love so hard

Will leave me lay on a bed

and be left empty-handed.

I will never have nothing but this song, my fate already written the unmourned grave.

I hear notes on the piano

sing in my head

Past will never came back

Sound never will be the same.

It's silly but I image

Wind carrying my ashes off,

demonstrate to everyone

that I can terrify you with a leaf.

I will see you crying on my grave

be alone again standing beside

many wavering souls like you and me. 

I will never have nothing but my shame,

the sequence is short and blood is hot in my veins....crying on my bed.  

Faces in the metro

Faces marked by time

No longer want to smile

Watching the others afraid

When you are weak you have fear

Their experiences

Relentlessly

Define their path

Seek Support in a pile

In order not to fall

Immersed in their thoughts

Hope always to live

one day less hard

than just experienced ...

They seem too caught up

the concerns occupy the mind

empty heart

and sweetness of the soul

Each one has its own way

Of understanding life

Try to be happy

Knowing that life is hard

It's hard for everyone

Breaking the sound of silence

Hope always to live

a better day

Than just experienced ...

The future in their eyes

on their skin, in their hands

A future to create

Imagine, dream

Frantic words to mobiles

Smiles and thoughts overlap

The strength of unconsciousness

pushing them beyond their limits

The desire to love

leads them to the passion

Life expectancy

A better day

Every day that will be

... hoping that day comes too late

Hey, Mister

Hey Mister, I need a ride to the next town

I need you to help me find myself

I could start again

I could start a new life

You don't know me

And this is a good place to start

Mind free of wild speculation

From such human constraints

I see myself in the mirror

I see myself in

But I'm an old sinner unhappy

Nothing shakes

I am a simple complicated man

I made mistakes

But I think I'm a good man

Fresh air on my face

Tears in my eyes

I remember your grace

I cannot forget my lies

Hey mister, you're driving too fast

I want to die by my hand

Not crushed against a wall

I want to be remembered

For the beauty of my son

And not with a bunch of flowers

in a ditch by the side of a road

I still have some thing to do

Before you get out of here

It is easy to talk to

But what I want is to wake up

And discover me happy me

I'm not sleeping

Sometimes dreams do not exist

And nightmares are reality

Fresh air on my face

Tears in my eyes

I remember your grace

I cannot forget my lies 

Innocense and fantasy

When I love you and you love me

We are the one as the other

the reflection of the other in the mirror

We see the infinite

an Angel on Earth

My son