Keywords: alternative electronic rock alternative rock dark ambient dark electro dark folk darkwave electronic folk gothic neofolk western Italy
Label: The White Room Netlabel
There is a place called home where I want to rest my horse. I rest it it in the kitchen, feed it water while I use to beer tap. I wear a cowboy hat and leather shoes to bed. I regularly make a campfire in the living room and sit there with my resting horse burning marsh mellows.
I’m so sick and tired of wandering the street of the Wild West, that’s why I stay in my place that I called home with my horse. We don’t talk a lot so I can rest my voice. We ride each others back around the wooden furniture. We lassoed the bottles on the table and bring it closer for a far west game of excellent bonding.
If you look at the front door there is a sign called ‘Desertland’ that’s how I call my home, as it is placed in the desert area where I would normally would ride with my horse upon my back. But nowadays my back isn’t what it used to be and that’s why I brought my horse to the place that I call home and sometimes I sing dark songs there while my horse plays synth melodies along with them.
‘Dead or alive’ is one of the songs I’ve done with my horse, it’s a song that expresses how the both of us feel when we are living in this homely ‘desertland’. It’s not clear if living in our home is making us feel as if we are taking part of life or that the world just continues without us. Dead or alive is the question me and my horse are asking a lot of the time.
Sometimes I play the synth too. I wish my horse would sing but the horse always says ‘neighhh’, so what can you do? But when I grab the microphone and hear the neighbor’s children through the wall I feel inspiration to sing a passionate song about the situation that I’m in. On those times I play and sing all by myself, while my horse probably sits in a corner licking my boots.
I really like that I have nothing to loose, as that feeling inspires me a lot while I’m in my home with my horse. I sing as if the walls can’t hear me & have my horse as the all loving support that encourages me to sing and play even more passionately. I’m a cowboy of little faith but believe enough in my situation to make the best out of it & you can hear that in my modern western songs that I make in my desertland.
Sometimes I dance with my horse around, licking cans of beans clean as I juggle happily on the strings of a guitar. I love the place that I call home. I love it especially when it rains outside as in my place I keep dry with my horse. We sit by the window looking as the sky is crying and one of us plays the guitar and I sing a song to keep us warm. We enjoy looking at strangers getting wet outside; nothing better entertainment than that. We make good western music with passion and care & catchy hooks while it pours tears out of the sky. Sometimes we fall asleep after a long session way deep into the darkest night. We really are something, me and the horse. We have dug a big hole in the backyard, we cal it our grave. That’s where we will crawl into when we have ran out of food and have nothing but sand and cactus spikes to eat. We want to be buried together you see? We come as a team & go as one; me and the horse rotting away behind the place that we call home.
Look behind our heads and see that the two of us have gothic antics, empty eyes and industrial tendencies that we like to let out in music form. If you knew this you would know that the whole house on the prairie life style is just a camouflage for what me and my horse really are; aliens! And our place that we call home? Our alien spaceship! We have plenty of empty rooms on board so if some locals have disappeared you know where to look. But for now, we found life on earth and our western life style quite comfortable, taking the human and horse lifestyle pretty well and enjoy making music together. In fact our alien overlords might have send out many messages to get us back but actually we quite prefer to stay here on earth. We have been away for so long that probably nothing had been the same if we ever get back to our own alien homeland. It’s here that we make songs like ‘neptuno’ and celebrate our undercover life with ‘I’m alive’… me and my horse in the house that we call desertland will be forever together! We sing, we strum, we satisfy each other! Come and be a fly on the wall and hear our music as we enjoy ourselves incognito!