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Mario Battisti

from Crythor Du by CHIHUAHUA

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lyrics

The room is dark, there’s a TV
In the corner bathing the room
In white light and white noise. Flickering
Fragments of static echo through
The corners of the room
Searching for a home
Dancing like bats in a torch’s beam

The front door is dark green
Frosted windows show nothing
Of the night outside
Just a blackness
I think I am safe
The noise of the TV soothes me
Seeping into the cracks of my brain
I close my eyes
I can feel the light against my eyelids
As if I was turning my head towards
The sun on a summer's day
I am at peace
The time is right
I creep over to the TV and turn it off
With a flash and a pop
The screen goes black;
An almost inaudible
Whining sound rises upwards
And disappears
The room fades
To silence and darkness
Suddenly cold as if a presence has left
Like an empty chair
When the guests have gone away
Then I hear the faint sound
Of music outside
Slow and lilting
Cold dread begins
To sink into my muscles
Creeping up my spine
I am not alone
There is a tapping on my window
As a nail scrapes the frosted glass
Of my dark green front door

The air is different here. Cold, good
There’s mud on my shoes and my jeans
From a mile back, but I like that
Seldom trailed footpaths
Are pleased to meet my feet
And I’m happy to meet
Those seldom trailed footpaths
Pleasure to meet you
Tree, boulder, mud
Although you’re locked away
I feel at home, sane
Clarity transfers from air to mind
Crunching stones
I’ve everywhere to hide. I’m at peace
A setting sun sits silent, still
A slow descent. Free from the cement
It’s been an age since
Crossing the fence
I go down, following the river
Not a sound but free flowing water
Fields ahead.
Another fence to duck under
Concrete people say I shouldn’t be here
Every trunk pinned with steel
“Private fields. Do not enter”
I dare feel safer
It invites me yet demands
I not walk further
Hills of beauty never
Seen by public eyes
Those grey pupils of urban infants
Wired and cordoned by private greed
We see no green
Not any longer
The birds dare not sing anymore
As darkness falls
I hum, whistle and whisper
A house, broken and weathered
A door, the only green
I’ve seen for a while
Respite, perhaps. Perhaps danger
The cold now bites so
I check the window
But see nothing through
The frosted pane
The glass breaks as I tap
A lone pair of eyes are seen

Music melting into a mess
And with battered honesty
There's a figure leaching onto me
Tearing my will to leave and to see
The unstoppable damage
I'm surrounded by posts

Where is there left to be?

credits

from Crythor Du, released September 6, 2022
Shaun Davies - drums
Thomas Drew - saxophones
Rhys Evans - vocals, guitar
Rufus Murphy - bass, synth
Tom Shivers - guitar
Pierre Flasse - trombone

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CHIHUAHUA Manchester, UK

Noise-rock/post-rock music from the Manchester underground. Independent, uncompromising, and experimental.
2019-2022.

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