Imperial

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En: Imperial is the second full lenght album by Itsari released through Travolta Disco Records based in São Paulo.

Pt: Imperial é o segundo disco lançado pela Itsari através do selo Travolta Disco baseado em São Paulo.

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released December 3, 2007

En: Recorded, mixed and mastered by Davi Baeta in Cabo Frio/RJ, Brazil, betwen march and october 2007. Produced by Itsari.

Pt: Imperial foi produzido por Itsari. Gravado, mixado e masterizado por Davi Baeta entre março e outubro de 2007 em Cabo Frio/RJ.

Todas as músicas compostas por Rafael Ferreira, exceto "Boiçucanga 40km" e "Desperation", por Rafael Ferreira e Bruno Fernandes.

Todos os arranjos por Itsari.

Letras por Bruno Fernandes.

Design: dascinzasdesign.

Vocais adicionais em "Gang of Dogs", "Américo Fontenelle", "Cabeça de Bode Preto Enterrada Debaixo do Obelisco" e "Revólver na Mão de Macaco" por Rafael Ferreira.

Baixo em "Grisáceo"por Rafael Ferreira.

Guitarras adicionais em "Imperial", "Revólver na Mão de Macaco", "Boiçucanga 40km" e "Crux Decussata" por Davi Baeta.

Piano em "In Swedish - Vinkar av Kattegatt" por Rodrigo Buzum.

Violoncelos em "In Swedish - Vinkar av Kattegatt" por Guilherme Maravilha.

Ruídos vocais em "In Swedish - Vinkar av Kattegatt" por Eduardo Souza.

Programação em "Architecture of Lund" por Rodrigo Buzum e Rafael Ferreira.

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Itsari Petrópolis, Brazil

... e aí ele falou que queria voltar para Petrópolis! Stefan Zweig, nosso novo disco disponível na íntegra para confundir ainda mais as suas vidas, terceiro álbum oficial da Itsari um resumo agnóstico da sofridão acalentada da arte pós-moderna líquida, a antítese da tipificação midiática e confortante que a música contemporânea se tornou.

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Track Name: Desperation
Desperation
Itsari

Rainy Days
Wet days
Soaked in weeping
Wake up for the tasteless prudence
Try to deny
Try to deny
The nostalgia for what wasn't lived
In the dangerous hour
The missing what could have been

Suffocated
By a desperation taken as childish
Intoxicated
By renouncement's whispers
But I've tried
But I've tried
There's a poison
Which is spat when they say:
"That's life, now, forget the wide smiles!"
But I've tried
But I've tried

I try so hard
To persevere and ignore
The frightener voice of reason
Spoken by
The sad mouth
And full of gold which tries to bite
And inject a good sense
With a face of resignation

You gotta be strong
Otherwise
They will kill you
With the bitter subjection
They inject into you
You gotta be strong
Otherwise
They will kill you
With the bitter subjection
They inject into you
Track Name: Boiçucanga 40 Km
Boiçucanga 40 Km
Itsari

How far are we?
Will we never get there?

There's a remote chance
Of touching that point in the horizon
And looking behind from there
Regret of having regretted
Such an odd trip
And for long
I've wanted
To break free from this wish

How far are we?
Will we never get there?
How far are we?
Will we never get…

That point
Summarizes my thoughts
And for long I've wanted…
Somewhere over the rainbow
My life goes by

One hour ago
There were forty km
To the middle, fucking middle
Of my fucking way
Now that road sign, that same road sign,
Shows to me
That remains the same distance
To the same place

In circles,
We're spinning round in circles
The whole life,
Always back to start

There's a remote chance of touching
That point
Summarizes my thoughts
And for long I've wanted…
Somewhere over the rainbow
My life goes by
Track Name: Córrego Seco
Córrego Seco
Itsari

Leito dos nãos
Dos sonhos vãos
Só pó, só chão
Seco! Seco!

Nem riacho
Nem estrada
Nem passos, nem água
Nada! Nada!

Espinhos sem cactos
Desejos sem atos
Malogros dos fatos
Inatos! Inatos!

Ressequida
Preterida
Preterida!
Vida Vida?!

Córrego que não corre
Não vivifica
Não há vida

Chuva cai
Incessante, cai
Inútil, cai
Seco! Seco!

Povo árido,
Frio, pálido
Anseios gelados
Parcos! Parcos!

Chuva cai
Incessante, cai
Inútil, cai

Seco! Seco!

Povo árido,
Frio, pálido
Anseios gelados
Parcos! Parcos!

Córrego que não corre
Não vivifica
Não há vida

Pontes rubras
De vergonha
Por serventia
Tão medonha
Levar a sede
De um a outro lado
De um riacho
Ressecado

Leito dos nãos
Dos sonhos vãos
Só pó, só chão
Seco! Seco!

Ressequida
Preterida
Preterida!
Vida Vida?!

Córrego que não corre
Não vivifica
Não há vida

Sonhos vãos
De todos nós
Sonhos vãos
De Pedro, o algoz
Nossas vontades secas
Da fonte à foz

Sonhos vãos
De todos nós
Sonhos vãos
Do involuntário algoz
Nossas vontades secas
Da fonte à foz

Córrego
Que não corre
Seco!
Track Name: Crux Decussata
Crux Decussata
Itsari

Martyr of uncommon belief
Crucified in the incognito glory X
I'm a three-legged dog
Running after the cars' wheels of fortune
And when I finally reach then,
Another limb is amputated

Now I'm a two-legged dog
Dragging my but after
The so-far-away cars'
Brightness wheels-of fortune

I am the one that, for love, slowly tastes the phlegm of the tubercular whore who kissed me the day before.

No empires
I'm not Augusto
No protection,
I'm not dos Anjos
Fallen cell
I am the worm
Workman of ruins

"Monster of darkness and brightness
I suffer since the childhood's genesis
The bad influence of the zodiac signs"

It hurts to think that I may
Be my own rottenness
Unique and horrible
Family estate
Which my children
Will have to inherit
I'm a legless dog
Seeking for the brightness
Wheels of fortune
Track Name: Américo Fontenelle
Américo Fontenelle
Itsari

Come and see it ruin
The wonderful city big myth
Under the burden of poverty's dark complexion

Where the ammoniac stink of urine
Dried by the heat of the exhaust-pipes
And of the tropical sun
Burn the nostrils

A place to purge resignation
Lowered-head sin
And "Yes, Sir" in the Lips

Bright faces
The stink of sweat
And of the recomforting alcohol breath

Red
Concrete and dust
Grey
Unbearable heat
Blackish yellows
The smiles that easy
The Hell's Central Station
Track Name: Gang of Dogs
Gang of Dogs
Itsari

Remind me of when I lost my soul
Damn cold!
Too cold!
And I'm a little fraction of what I've wanted to be
Yeah, I get scared
When I find myself
Still trying have feet dry and something else

Cold, too cold
And I've been a fraction of what I've always wanted to be

Yeah, I read all night long
Trying to learn to get back in time
And finally understand my original wrong
Yeah, I get scared
When I find myself
Still trying have feet warm and something else

Cold, too cold
And I'm just the fraction I always allowed to be

Last night
Came back
The idea of private hell
Too cold to the touch
But where I burn so much
Where a gang of dogs guard my soul
And put the selves in my way
Whenever I try to escape
From this town
Damn Cerberos in my way
Whenever I try to escape
From

My little hell
Last night
Came back
The idea of private hell
Too cold to the touch
But where I burn so much
Where a gang of dogs guard my soul
And put the selves in my way
Whenever I try to escape
From this town
Damn Cerberos in my way
Whenever I try to escape
From

My little hell

Where can I climb
Through this wall
And change from wanna-be to in fact be-what-you-want?
Wake up with the sun heat;
Streets with no dogs to paralyze me
Completeness! Completeness!
Where do I find this sweet lie?
Completeness! Completeness!
Where do I find this sweet lie?
I wanna lie too
I wanna lie too
I wanna lie too
I wanna lie
Track Name: Cabeça de Bode Preto Enterrada Embaixo do Obelisco
Cabeça de Bode Preto Enterrada Embaixo do Obelisco
Come on!
This is the way, I feel
I'm tired of losing
I'll leave here
Gotta break your chains too
I'm gonna break away with you

So far away from here
And make you see
That here lies the happiness killed by ourselves
Gotta break your chains too
I'm gonna break away with you

Come on baby
This is the time
Leave behind the fog inside your head
Gotta break your chains too
And you're gonna break this curse on you

So far away from here
And you will see
That here lies the happiness killed by ourselves
Gotta break your chains too
I'm gonna break away with you

Staying, we hurt ourselves
With the black horns, or else
With the cold that burns on the inside,
When that drops cool the grey sky
Time's up, baby! Hurry up, baby!
You must see for yourself
Sad nights, no more
No more crying for an unlived life

A life confronting the mausoleum of our luck
The first landmark of our misfortune

No more crying
For the undone
Undone
And no more

Stumbling over
The black pieces of our
Misfortune's founding myth
The great
Imposing
Misfortune
Monument

Staying, we hurt ourselves
With the black horns, or else
With the cold that burns on the inside,
When that drops cool
The gray sky
Time's up, baby!
Hurry up, baby!
You must see for yourself
Sad nights, no more
No more crying for an unlived life

Come on baby!
Your last chance
To leave behind the fog inside your head
Gotta break it!
Gotta break it!
Gotta break these chains
And you're gonna break this curse
Gotta break these chains
And you're gonna break this curse
Gotta break these chains
And you're gonna break this curse
And you're gonna break
Yeah! Yeah!
Track Name: Grisáceo
Grisáceo

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