Lost Highways Seek your mood, Find your lost highways!

News

Gnut @ Rosso Caffè, Pozzuoli 21/07/2017

Gnut, cappello di paglia e Ciaccarella, sotto la bianca tenda del cortile di un bar all’aperto...

Dove finiscono le onde ed inizia la musica: Siren Festival 2017 @ Vasto (CH) 27-30/07/2017

Torna il Siren Festival nell’edizione 2017, con tutto il carico di aspettative create nelle pr...

Fanno il mestiere più bello del mondo e lo sanno: Kasabian @ PostePay Sound, Padova 22/07/2017

Certe sere d’estate in cui soffia poco vento, un’aria tiepida che spegne il giorno pian piano....

Un live come un treno: Foja @ Casa della Musica (NA) 24/03/2017

Binari, ferri paralleli che tagliano i paesaggi. Rotaie da percorrere senza deviare, percorsi obblig...

Creare l’unicità: Musica Distesa 2017, Cupramontana (AN)

Decimo anno. Ottava edizione. Un traguardo importante per un evento come questo, fuori dai target de...

Album

R2 – Kirlian

I Kirlian arrivano da Treviso e li abbiamo conosciuti lo scorso anno con il loro …
Leggi tutto
Rijgs – The Rijgs EP
Ohrwurm – Trompe le Monde
Play cover songs – Schonwald
s/t – Bebawinigi

If I had been God
I would have rearranged the veins in the face to make them more
resistant to alcohol and less prone to ageing

If I had been God
I would have sired many sons and I would not have suffered
the Romans to kill even one of them

If I had been God
With my staff and my rod
If I had been given the nod
I believe I could have done a better job

If I were a drone
Patrolling foreign skies
With my electronic eyes for guidance
And the element of surprise
I would be afraid to find someone home
Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice, or just boiling down some bones
If I were a drone

The temple's in ruins
The bankers get fat
The buffalo's gone
And the mountain top's flat
The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites
You lean to the left but you walk to the right

And it feels like déjà vu
The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
Counting the cost of love that got lost
And under my Gulf Stream, in circular balls
There's ninety-nine cents worth of drunkards and fools

"Déjà vu" by Roger Waters