Antropocene
A rock track with a driving rhythm section, featuring electric guitars and bass. The song is in a minor key, creating a melancholic yet energetic mood. The tempo is moderately fast. The instrumentation includes a clean electric guitar playing arpeggiated chords, a distorted electric guitar providing power chords and melodic lines, a bass guitar laying down a solid foundation, and drums with a consistent rock beat. The song structure appears to be verse-chorus based, with instrumental breaks. The production is clean, with a good balance between all instruments. There are no vocals present in this piece. Insert a male voice with a baritonal, deep and raspy timbre, slightly rough but clearly articulated. The pronunciation should be Italian, clear and emphatic, with theatrical and expressive inflections. The vocal style should alternate between singing and declamation, with a quasi-recitative delivery, as if the voice were narrating and interpreting the text rather than simply singing it.
Antropocene
A rock track with a driving rhythm section, featuring electric guitars and bass. The song is in a minor key, creating a melancholic yet energetic mood. The tempo is moderately fast. The instrumentation includes a clean electric guitar playing arpeggiated chords, a distorted electric guitar providing power chords and melodic lines, a bass guitar laying down a solid foundation, and drums with a consistent rock beat. The song structure appears to be verse-chorus based, with instrumental breaks. The production is clean, with a good balance between all instruments. There are no vocals present in this piece. Insert a male voice with a baritonal, deep and raspy timbre, slightly rough but clearly articulated. The pronunciation should be Italian, clear and emphatic, with theatrical and expressive inflections. The vocal style should alternate between singing and declamation, with a quasi-recitative delivery, as if the voice were narrating and interpreting the text rather than simply singing it.
Lyrics
Le parole son tolte
Son tolti i pensieri
È tolto il respiro
La pelle scolorita
Quel che siamo
Non Siam più
Essere non essere
È un attimo
Rimane il pensiero
Di chi c'è
Resiste la memoria
I sentimenti
Ancora si vive
Negli altri
Finché gli altri
Vivono
Il mondo va avanti
Perché?
Non si ferma mai
A lutto
E tutto si scorda
Noi resistiamo
Poco tempo
Cosa è?
Il tempo
La terra è un cimitero
Come il mare
Il nostro fare
Non ci basta
Rimarrà una traccia
In uno strato di terra
Per qualche era geologica
Si chiamava umanità
Per molto tempo arranca
Quando scoprí gli idrocarburi
Li tolse da terra
Fu una forza geologica
Esplose l'atomo
Sconvolse il pianeta
Di tutto questo
Rimane traccia
Stratificata
Volere affermare
La propria esistenza
Individuale
Collettiva
Con atti e con parole
Per darsi cuore
Opere che parevano grandi
Sono tracce destinate
A sparire
Conservate nel cuore
Della Terra
Infine disperse
Nella polvere
Di un universo
Sempre più velocemente
In espansione
E permeato
Da forze
non ancora
Conosciute
Essere quasi niente
Qualcosa
Insieme precario
Resistente
Transeunte
Agglomerato ordinato
Di materia
Sensibile
cosciente
Brucia lentamente
Si consuma
Si spegne