Pilot

by LAGS

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“Pilot’ è l’esordio discografico dei Lags, una polveriera punk hardcore distribuita in 11 tracce dirette e coinvolgenti. "PILOT" è un diario di bordo. È la cronaca dei pensieri di un gruppo di trentenni che come tanti si confrontano con i temi centrali della società in cui vivono: il ruolo controverso della fede, la disperata ricerca di un'occupazione, il senso di frustrazione e disincanto di fronte alla vita politica del paese, l'emigrazione delle persone vicine, i rapporti logorati dalla vicinanza, la paura di un futuro sempre più buio.

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released October 19, 2015

Lyrics by Luca de Santis, except “The Stream”, “Behind the clouds”, “Family Man” (written
by Antonio Canestri) and “Queen Bee” (written by Daniele De Carli)
Recorded by Lorenzo Stecconi & Luigi Di Filippo at LRS Factory, Rome (Italy)
Mixed by Lorenzo Stecconi at Triple Sun, Rome

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Track Name: A Push and a Rush
Run, run baby, driving downtown, ready for a fun night, baby. Run, run baby, like a chained dog, drooling all the brains down, baby. You're fascinated by the red lights counting down the steps you're doing alone. Now let's go blow us up and redesign a new role. Let's forget it. Then forget it. Hey! You’re starting to feed your end! Run, run baby, driving downtown, ready for a fun night, baby. Run, run baby, like a chained dog, drooling all the brains down, baby. You’re just a broken match waiting for ignition on a path that once was your home. Now let's go blow us up and redesign a new role. Let's forget it. Then forget it. Hey! You’re starting to feed your end!
Track Name: War was over
For every time you said “no” and then you heard: “Come on come on”. 'Cause it's hard to be missed for every mile in the distance. You said: “you're not growing up”. And after all I’m giving up. Late night follows late night; I’m tired of wasting my time... It's an intermission of our hopes. Yeah, I can never keep my words. And through the brightness I see the dark days. Let's start again a new day, a new sound in a new town. The weight of those words, can change us, change us. Let's stop the talk, 'cause it fuckin’ burns.
Track Name: Turbin
Another face, another day. Another promise for a fail (now I appeal to you my friends). So long, I’ll need a holiday. He’s just another castaway. He can't see the other face of pain (now I appeal to you my friends). Red paint to cover your faith. Great. Gray. Days. (Now I appeal to you my friends). It’s just a matter of useless old letters. Can't be sedated the attitude of rebels.
Track Name: Fear Control Mothers
Your goal is to increase fear of drugs and crime, welfare mothers, immigrants and good aesthetic lives. Fear of the aliens on our planet, post atomic times. Control through fear, erase the hope. In your suburban life, you're set and colored, your cage in grids of big white shining smiles. An illusion makes your dreams better night by night. Everything’s good, you've got new shoes. Far from what we all belong. Far from what we belong to. Your mind is in a new grave place. Turn o the show of the hopeless. Your fear creates the new helpless. It's time to find a new answer. Far from what we all belong. Far from what we belong to.
Track Name: Solid Gold
There's a conflict and you can't deny it. There's a conflict and it doesn't care about your rights. There's a conflict and you can't deny it. There's a conflict, desperation cometh from. Dig sand, damn oil! You want to find the gold. Past rules and modern life. The roots that you can't find. Not long ago.
Track Name: The Flight of the Flies
This is not a fall but a new direction, carved with the stones of the persecutions. Rebels at home, let's play a new role. The flowers of all springs blessed the revolution. A storm full of sand falls as executions. Let's start again, a new movement. Let’s take it back. Let’s take it on and on. Vultures of the street turn death into anger, wolves at the door smell the fear in your bed... Never surrender. Never surrender. The power of the people can make all things happen, why should we stop and forget our anger? Never surrender. Never surrender.
Track Name: Queen Bee
New day, a new parade. Thumbs-up and backing down. The sting waves through the shades craving for spotlights. The loudest screams are void. If one is whisperin’ truth, will you ever strike back? So Hail to the Queen Bee. Bow down! Bow down! Her Majesty is passing by. God save the Queen Bee. Bow down! Bow down! Her Majesty is passing by. Just keep on hiding. Your rage loaded with blanks. Your rights drowned in bills. Your ordinary world. Your ordinary skills. New day, a new parade. The loudest screams are void. If one is whisperin’ truth, will you ever strike back?
Track Name: The Stream
You'll come back as the first day we met. Nothing changes, the river flows in the same direction and we're carried away. The river flows and we're carried away. We met drenched in rain and now we drown in water. The stream is blind and you swim against the tide. No smiles, no mercy, no joy, no consequences.
Track Name: Family Man
Good enough to be a family man too. Good enough to make everybody feel just fine. Good enough to be under the privilege. Good enough to please who was only passing by. And then my head is a twist and shout, I’m puking red letters on a boiling pavement. But my head is a twist and shout. It feels like I’m puking bad words. But then you should know that my head isn’t trying to truly understand that fear is only an excuse And then my head, oh, my head, isn’t trying to cope and understand your blackmail. Good enough to be a terrible enemy. Good enough to make everybody feel just worse. Good enough to be under the privilege. Good enough to lose who was only passing by.
Track Name: Behind the Clouds
Watching birds behind the clouds. I always forget, flying is not all that counts. The shape of a veer means more than the flight path. The color of plumage distracts you from the real purpose. Cracked bones is the sound of a note that’s always out of tune!!
Track Name: Dreaming Babylon
It's not a place, not a face, it’s a dream that left you alone. In every place, in every face, you've tried to find a new place like home. On the road that slowly defines how to walk. I back off. A word to find a new home... Anyway found and gone...