All songs written and arranged by: MDA
Lyrics by: MDA
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Recorded at: Soundtrack Studio; The Crypt; Eurock Studio
Mixed at: D:PoT Recording Arts Studio
Mix Engineer: Fabrizio “Simoncia” Simoncioni
Assistant Mix Engineer: Marco Romanelli, Matteo Niccolai
Mastered at Metropolis Studios – London: Tim Young

*Freewill*
MDA: Guitars, Spanish Laud, Mandolin, Stick ,Bass, Keyboards, Percussions
Nad Sylvan: Lead and Backing Vocals, Backing Vocals Arrangement
Cristiano Micalizzi: Drums
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Crazy dreamer, that’s the way they’re used to call you
’cause your free will fills their life with fear
Make it happen don’t be fooled by Doom & Kismet
Your being, dear friend, ain’t in our Stars
Climb the summit of the mountain. Prove yourself. You are right
If you fail don’t quit the game,
the more you try the closer you are to a win
Dream on, Live on. We’re what we choose to be
Don’t be worried – Just break free

Freewill
Freewill
Wanna free my soul
Wanna gotta let you know

Fold back your wings, I’m the Fate you can’t control
Don’t try to make plans. I disagree
Fallen Angels, warning for your restless soul
Free will exists only as a Sin
So you are so sure to be the painter of your own life
That’s the rope I firmly hold, the more you try the more I tighten it
Even when you go for the things I want you to buy
Don’t be sorry. Just join in

Sweet screaming voices
keep on fighting inside the human being
Promoting their God & Goods as the one and only
Sirens TV network, broadcasts commercials promising
free, or nearly, daily manna of happiness
And discounted Paradise’s weekend tickets
Could you ask for more?
Believing in them would make life easier
Though far more boring. Wouldn’t it Mr. Captain?

*Keep Going*
MDA: Guitars, Lap Steel Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Percussions
Nad Sylvan: Lead and Backing Vocals, Backing Vocals Arrangement
Simona Rizzi: Backing Vocals
Cristiana Polegri: Backing Vocals – Sax
Cristiano Micalizzi: Drums
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Change alone is eternal
Perpetual, Immortal
Taking nothing for granted
It’s the only way to live

Mix the pieces of your life
With the pledges from her lovely eyes
Trusting it will work out fine, but
it’s just not a matter of shaking up the box right
The only thing you have to do is…

Keep going.
You gotta keep
Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.
You gotta keep
Keep going. Keep going.
You gotta keep going. Keep going, no mater where you are

Sometimes I feel as if nothing’s really happened
It’s all like a dream, where nothing last for long. Isn’t it?
How did I get here? Somewhere between the light and dark

‘Cause I haven’t got a clue,
there must be something that went wrong
if you are reading these lines, yeah
The countless faces I’ve met
Keep on changing their mindset
People move along unforeseeable paths,
away from here, so…
The only thing I’ve got to do is…

Keep going
Keep going
Keep going. Keep going
Keep going. Keep going.
You gotta keep going.

*A Proggy Night In London*
MDA: Guitars, Stick, Bass, Keyboards, Percussions
Nad Sylvan: Lead and Backing Vocals, Backing Vocals Arrangement
Cristiano Micalizzi: Drums
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Sitting on a bus, here I am
Old memories in my ears
They saw me growing up
It looks like home to me, here I am
Redolent streets my mind has already walked through
I almost recognize them

People get on and off this crowded stage
They play their part with no sound at all
It’s like a silent ritual dance
Do they notice me? I can’t tell
‘Till someone’s eyes meet mine
He looks at me as through a mirror
A shiver down my spine
Who is who?
But in no time he gets off into the street
I follow him

It’s a very simple step to take
but I feel like I’m moving in slow motion
An endless moment, ’till my feet touch the ground

A multicolour subtle fog wraps the streets
Everything looks unreal but familiar
It’s like as if I fell down the rabbit hole

People move around me in chaotic order
Bright, shining, acid minds
Some stand all alone among a hundred staring eyes
Some gathered together in bands
In a whirl of lapels, cuffs, sleeves, hems, ties and collars

A Quant Collection walks this boulevard
And the dusk spreads around its colours
Revealing the coming of a new mid-summer night
The city wears its glowing, alluring dress

I’m dragged by a kind of human flood
There is no pain or fear, rather a pleasant swing
When a hand takes me away from this peaceful wave
I meet my Double’s eyes again
Just the time to spot a hint of a smile upon his face
and suddenly he moves away
But looks like he wants me to follow him
I yield to my mysterious Guide’s will

There is something strange in the way I move
It’s like a kind of magic. I am sliding instead of walking
A sailor on an imaginary boat, where no rudder steers the way
and keeps being driven on by a hidden will above an emerald haze

Along Old Father Thames’ banks some familiar faces
turn lyrics into real life
Each time I slow down like a tourist bus
a character I have sung for so long waves at me
And every time I stop the crowd growes bigger
Joining the procession, strolling behind my virtual boat
They make me feel a part of this surreal Parade

The last stop must have been Forest Road
The remains of a battle are still on the ground
Astonished, doubting my own sight I think this trip will drive me insane
Sketches of memorys blend with fantasy and nothing is but what is not

A strange, warm wind comes arising now
At the first light of dawn
They march like a disciplined platoon after the right drill command
The fog thickens at Southbank
That’s where they’re heading
And row upon row they disappear accompanied by a marching drum

It’s all clear now, here I am
Where everything began
It’s all clear now, here I am
Strolling through the past

I’m alone now, or so it seems
My Double should be somewhere around here
“Hello” cries a voice in the tide. I turn my head and…
He stands upon the water and looks at me with different eyes
“Did you enjoy the show?” he says with an ironic tone of voice
A question is my answer
Is that a dream? I’ve got bats in the belfry?
“Oh no, no you… you ain’t away with the fairies
That’s the world you’d like to live in
The dream to be dreamed
The show to play in
But it’s all gone now. Lost in the past
People, bands, dreams and passions are all old toys
forgotten in the attic”

and smiling at me, he sinks into The River’s waters
Into The River’s waters

A voice takes me back to where I was
“22 to P.C.”

Sitting on a bus, here I am
Old memories in my ears
They saw me growing up
Sitting on a bus, here I am
I swear I see something flying high above four chimneys
Would you believe it?

*Back Again*
MDA: Guitars, Mandolin, Stick, Bass, Keyboards, Percussions
Robbie Wyckoff: Lead Vocals
Simona Rizzi: Backing Vocals
Cristiana Polegri: Backing Vocals
Cristiano Micalizzi: Drums
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Dream on *dream on* worn-out heart of mine
Don’t let the darkness hide away your sun again
Wait for that glimmer of light on the horizon
Sometimes the light can be so hard to find
You should know, my friend
Coming back home where your past lives
have shape, smell, colours and tears
Is not the same as never leaving
It’s just like a necessary cure, a merciful poison
To fill this emptiness
Turning back the wheel
to the faded frames of the happiest days
When reality hurts
and the strength bleeds……well…
I’m back again

Each time I’m down on my knees
In the darkest of my days, days of my life
I unfold the sails of a boat with no name
And set the prow towards Ithaca’s docks
My mind is full of memories gathering dust
*Ashes to ashes – dust to dust*
Some cold as a razor blade
Some warm me up like a midnight hug
But all are kept inside crystal displays
They stand in lines like marble gravestones in a neglected memorial
It’s like an abandoned museum
In a desert land
“Welcome back home” says a ripped banner
waving on the crumbled facade
There’s no ticket at the door, no visitors, no guests
The sound of footsteps would frighten you away
But…It’s home to me

*Next Station*
MDA: Guitars, Spanish Laud, Mandolin, Bass, Stick, Keyboards, Percussions
Robbie Wyckoff: Lead and Backing Vocals
Simona Rizzi: Backing Vocals
Cristiana Polegri: Backing Vocals, Sax
Cristiano Micalizzi: Drums
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We all search for happines
It’s what we all always do
From the first breath that we take, ’till the last tear we’ll cry
You might think it’s the best kept secret
Hidden under lock and key, a big deep hole to dig
A place, a thought, a state of mind
A shining gem as good as gold
But all that glitters ain’t gold

New day
New life
New pain
Next station on my road
New night
New love
New lie
Next station on my road
New God and faith
New Evil to blame
New ark
Next station on my road
New birth
New eyes
New joy
Next station on my road

By the waterside, a distant look inside my eyes
Standing by the shore, an unknown ocean ahead of me
The dawn of a new ribirth will last as long as a breath
Blink of an eye will find you at the starting line again
In a growing circular breeze
My armor has worn out thin
Showing a new slice of life cut through the skin
But it still might drag me down

There’s no right or wrong, nowhere to hide
Switch off the light, ’till you see in the dark
To spot it in the landscape, with your eyes closed
Driven by your own mistakes. Unlearn the fake folk’s rules

And then…
You’ll find yourself wondering: “How long have I got?”
All your love and passion
won’t be roots for a growing tree
The last leaf is turning brown
And your time is running low
It’s your turn to cry Roy’s tears
There’s no one ahead of you in the row

New day
New life
New pain
Next station on my road
New night
New love
New lie
Next station on my road
New God and faith
New Evil to blame
New ark
Next station on my road
New birth
New eyes
New joy
Last station on my road

*Last Train*
MDA: Guitars, Mandolin, Bass, Keyboards, Percussions
Göran Edman: Lead and Backing Vocals, Backing Vocals Arrangement
Simona Rizzi: Backing Vocals
Cristiana Polegri: Backing Vocals
Cristiano Micalizzi: Drums
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Some red wispy clouds, slipping over a light blue sky
A blazing sunset is about to be staged
A new night, a new day
A face on the wall, wants me to fly away, away from here
There’s a brand new life waiting for me, somewhere else
…so it says
Should I stand right here and let my just sprouted roots grow stronger?
Should I lie down on this comfortable bench pleased with the things that I have?
Get on the last train and run away?

I wonder why here
I wonder why now
I wonder why you
The right place to stay
The right time to go
The right one for me

So many different roads
Don’t know how to choose from them
Nowhere to go but everywhere

The rails seem to have no end
They are leading my thoughts through the setting sun
Beyond the horizon, somewhere, somehow
Will they take me there?
Where I could be a stranger again
Will they take me there?
A stranger again. Even to myself

And I know this feeling
I’ve had it before
I can’t part with it
I can’t part with it