THE RAGE AND THE FOG - How it was born

It starts again from the work trip in Genoa about which I told you in HOW FACCIA A TERRA WAS BORN. The day after I woke up with an even bigger steady spot in the central part of my left eye and with an even foggier vision than the day before.

As soon as I could, I informed the Guardian Angels that deal with my travel buddy about the "news" and I organized an urgent appointment with an ophthalmologist.

The day passed by under Genoa’s sun befogged by my thoughts and by the spot in my left eye that was slowly growing. I decided to go on not saying anything to anybody, I can't share anything with anybody else until I know exactly what it is about.

In the evening, as it happened the day before, I found myself in the hotel room writing my thoughts.

It was clear to me that I was going to take a new road, a road that I didn't know where it was bringing me but, for sure, somehow somewhere. This is how the verses of THE RAGE AND THE FOG were born. I wrote all the lyrics that evening except for the last verse, added a couple of months later when I had become used to seeing the world in a new way and with only one eye.

THE RAGE AND THE FOG

Lyrics and music by C. Ferla 2014

The rage and the fog…
I want to attack, but what?
Thinking faster than light…
But what's in my mind?
 

I can't hold on like this,
But i can't stay still.
No matter where to go,
I have to pick up a road.
 

No roads are to nowhere,

I always end up in a place.

A place I could like,
Or in the end I could dislike.

And then I take up again,
Running faster than you understand.
Through the fog and the rain,
To a far away place
 

No roads are to nowhere,
I always end up in a place.
A place I could like,
Or in the end I could dislike.

But do you know where I’ll arrive?
Either a cage or a grave
But it’s better a cage where to stay
And To get old in my own way
 

No roads are to nowhere,
I always end up in a place.
A place I could like,
Or in the end I could dislike.

And I've also understood one thing
I’ll decide the bars’ thickness have to be
And once I’ve realized it
I’ll just get out to run into the sea

No roads are to nowhere,
I always end up in a place.
A place I could dislike,
But eventually I’ll like it.