A bluesrock ballad that contrasts the lack of choice faced by the poor with the choices of the rich, and the latter's freedom to complain.

Walking in the rain, imagining a conversation that could solve problems between a man and his partner

Walking in the rain, imagining a conversation that could solve problems between a man and his partner

16 - bar instrumental (alt title: Hot Lemons, Cold Biscuits)

Extract from: Nemesis IV - Vengeance - Concept Album - act III part 1 - "Lights Out" Lyrics and music by: Adriano Taccoli Arranged by: theIcon

Walking in the rain regretfully after a row when many things that should not have been said were said.

Walking in the rain regretfully after a row when many things that should not have been said were said.

I repeatedly think of something that overcomes my actual capability to free up other thoughts. What's that thing that shines in the dark? it's so confused..

This is the song I dare not sing; It is the dream I hide within my heart, The fantasy I wish I could deny. When I ’m alone, I am not honest with myself. I shut my eyes and stop my ears, And I never tell, I never tell the truth. There is a desert in my heart. There is no water, only sand. The heat is sterile and it's dry, so very dry. And I know that I am hiding in a shell That has no windows and no doors. It is a prison, but it’s safer than outside There is a pain I feel inside myself, It grows and coils around itself I exhaust myself denying it, but it won't go away. My poetry – expires inside me, The passion burns out like a match, but I prefer it that way, don't I? That’s my ‘choice’? Perhaps it's true, perhaps it's not: Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong. But I never tell the - never tell the truth Memories, memories that blind me, Confusion that misleads me, But I never tell the … never tell the truth. … It is the song I dare not sing, It is the dream I hide within my heart, In the darkness, I will try to understand. It is the song I dare not sing, It is the dream I hide within my heart, In the darkness, I will try to understand.

I got up from my bed last night, I think I went outside I stood out in the cold, damp dark - and looked up at the sky The clouds were thick, about to rain, the wind was razor cold I tried to think what I’d done wrong, to work out why you’d gone My eyes are filled with sand and tears, My ears are filled with mud …. My sight is dim, my senses dull; My mind too weak for words I can’t see where I’m going to, I can’t see where I’ve been (2 3 4) I can’t see anything I want, I cannot see a thing! … There was no note that I could see, nothing to tell me why. The table was a mess of food, half-eaten chips and pies. I stumbled on the kitchen floor, two bottles spun away, My head was thick and numb with ache, and a thing I tried to say My eyes are filled with sand and tears, My ears are filled with mud …. My sight is dim, my senses dull; My mind too weak for words I can’t see where I’m going, I can’t see where I’ve been I can’t see anything I want, I cannot see a thing! ... There’s a smudge of red by the kitchen door – that a shoe has smeared away, There’s a crack in the glass near the window sill that wasn’t there yesterday I look around the empty room, but the memories don’t come I want you back here, here with me, I don’t know what I’ve done

I got up from my bed last night, I think I went outside I stood out in the cold, damp dark - and looked up at the sky The clouds were thick, about to rain, the wind was razor cold I tried to think what I’d done wrong, to work out why you’d gone My eyes are filled with sand and tears, My ears are filled with mud …. My sight is dim, my senses dull; My mind too weak for words I can’t see where I’m going to, I can’t see where I’ve been (2 3 4) I can’t see anything I want, I cannot see a thing! … There was no note that I could see, nothing to tell me why. The table was a mess of food, half-eaten chips and pies. I stumbled on the kitchen floor, two bottles spun away, My head was thick and numb with ache, and a thing I tried to say My eyes are filled with sand and tears, My ears are filled with mud …. My sight is dim, my senses dull; My mind too weak for words I can’t see where I’m going, I can’t see where I’ve been I can’t see anything I want, I cannot see a thing! ... There’s a smudge of red by the kitchen door – that a shoe has smeared away, There’s a crack in the glass near the window sill that wasn’t there yesterday I look around the empty room, but the memories don’t come I want you back here, here with me, I don’t know what I’ve done