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A Proggy Night In London

from Next Station by Marco De Angelis

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A Proggy Night In London

Sitting on a bus, here I am
Old memories in my ears
They saw me growing up
It looks like home to me, here I am
Redolent streets my mind has already walked through
I almost recognize them

People get on and off this crowded stage
They play their part with no sound at all
It's like a silent ritual dance
Do they notice me? I can't tell
'Till someone's eyes meet mine
He looks at me as through a mirror
A shiver down my spine
Who is who?
But in no time he gets off into the street
I follow him

It's a very simple step to take
but I feel like I'm moving in slow motion
An endless moment, 'till my feet touch the ground

A multicolour subtle fog wraps the streets
Everything looks unreal but familiar
It's like as if I fell down the rabbit hole

People move around me in chaotic order
Bright, shining, acid minds
Some stand all alone among a hundred staring eyes
Some gathered together in bands
In a whirl of lapels, cuffs, sleeves, hems, ties and collars

A Quant Collection walks this boulevard
And the dusk spreads around its colours
Revealing the coming of a new mid-summer night
The city wears its glowing, alluring dress

I'm dragged by a kind of human flood
There is no pain or fear, rather a pleasant swing
When a hand takes me away from this peaceful wave
I meet my Double's eyes again
Just the time to spot a hint of a smile upon his face
and suddenly he moves away
But looks like he wants me to follow him
I yield to my mysterious Guide's will

There is something strange in the way I move
It's like a kind of magic. I am sliding instead of walking
A sailor on an imaginary boat, where no rudder steers the way
and keeps being driven on by a hidden will above an emerald haze

Along Old Father Thames' banks some familiar faces
turn lyrics into real life
Each time I slow down like a tourist bus
a character I have sung for so long waves at me
And every time I stop the crowd growes bigger
Joining the procession, strolling behind my virtual boat
They make me feel a part of this surreal Parade

The last stop must have been Forest Road
The remains of a battle are still on the ground
Astonished, doubting my own sight I think this trip will drive me insane
Sketches of memorys blend with fantasy and nothing is but what is not

A strange, warm wind comes arising now
At the first light of dawn
They march like a disciplined platoon after the right drill command
The fog thickens at Southbank
That's where they're heading
And row upon row they disappear accompanied by a marching drum

It's all clear now, here I am
Where everything began
It's all clear now, here I am
Strolling through the past

I'm alone now, or so it seems
My Double should be somewhere around here
"Hello" cries a voice in the tide. I turn my head and...
He stands upon the water and looks at me with different eyes
"Did you enjoy the show?" he says with an ironic tone of voice
A question is my answer
Is that a dream? I've got bats in the belfry?
"Oh no, no you... you ain't away with the fairies
That's the world you'd like to live in
The dream to be dreamed
The show to play in
But it's all gone now. Lost in the past
People, bands, dreams and passions are all old toys
forgotten in the attic"

and smiling at me, he sinks into The River's waters
Into The River's waters

A voice takes me back to where I was
"22 to P.C."

Sitting on a bus, here I am
Old memories in my ears
They saw me growing up
Sitting on a bus, here I am
I swear I see something flying high above four chimneys
Would you believe it?


from Next Station, released December 15, 2017
*A Proggy Night In London*
MDA: Guitars, Stick, Bass, Keyboards, Percussions
Nad Sylvan: Lead and Backing Vocals, Backing Vocals Arrangement
Cristiano Micalizzi: Drums


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Marco De Angelis Rome, Italy

Italian solo artist, songwriter, musician, audio engineer, record producer.
Started his musical journey when he was 10 and puts for the very first time his hands on a musical instrument. Since that day he gained a wide experience in musical instruments field, from acoustic/ethno to last generation electronic gear. He is one of the few Italian Chapman Stick player. Plays guitar, bass and keyboards. ... more

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