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PICTURE OF NATURE There was a long time ago that sexual genres was three: female from Earth, male from Sun and the third from Moon/The third was called “Androgynous” becau- se it takes part of male and female one like Moon of Earth and Sun/But when God knew its power he became so scared and then he decided to cut it into two identical parts/Each of us is like a mark of man, since from one he became two losing mind/The name of Love was born from desire and aspire to be a unity and it’s a fair. MIDDLE 8: Peace to all men and on the sea grace and calm without the wind/ Place of quite and of sleep against breathlessness of noisy voice. ONLY WITH GUITAR IN YOUR HANDS I began to write this song right when good vibration and velvet melodies touched my ears/So I learnt to listen wind/Like a prayer never written in gold every note give me the strength to close my mind and play/So I learnt to wake up and walk. BRIDGE: While I was looking for my identity/Searchin’ out in duties and dreams/ Suddenly I changed my priorities/Then you came and built a safe shelter for my worst days and night CHORUS: Only with guitar in your hands, all in my mind. I’ll ever find the expression of your being inside every inspiration which enlighted my mind/Hoping for The Day to come/Like a prayer never written in gold every note give me the strength to close my mind and play/So I learnt to wake up and walk. blood its people shades/You know it’s too hard to trust all presidents: we must assert our mental freedom CHORUS: War for life, what a fuckin’ lie/Whatever that may be, wherever that may be it’s a permanent damage/War for life, what a fuckin’ lie/Whatever that may be, wherever that may be, never refer to me! THE DAY OF GLORY Right now we still cannot forget from where we come/Our mind can’t leave the books and our hands the tools/But left the working clothes beside the stage we are runnin’ to the day of glory. The spirit of the age keeps all the dreams alive/Although our minds are tired and older than due/But forgiven the orders and hierarchy we run to the day of glory. There’s always need of people to start new practise/And set the example of more enlightened conduct/And better taste and sense in human life to run to the day of glory. OUR BALANCE GROWS IN YOU Believe us when we talk to you: our words are not empty farces /When the pain grows in your eyes and there is nothing you can do /to put some resistance to the tears are fallin’ down as your mindstate/think about the light who have betrayed and left our eyes BRIDGE: And let the sound guides you And let the voice become the strongest weapon to warm up! MIDDLE 8: Fuck off Madhouse, our balance grows in You/Fuck therapy, our balance grows in You/Fuck syringes, our balance grows in You/Fuck infirmity, our balance grows in You/Fuck social rules, our balance grows in You/Fuck J.P.H., our balance grows in You/Fuck Roscharch test, our balance grows in You/ Fuck everyone who think to be so safe, instead…

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120mm 14 5 120mm118mmPICTURE OF NATURE

There was a long time ago that sexual genres was three: female from Earth, male from Sun and the third from Moon/The third was called “Androgynous” becau-se it takes part of male and female one like Moon of Earth and Sun/But when God knew its power he became so scared and then he decided to cut it into two identical parts/Each of us is like a mark of man, since from one he became two losing mind/The name of Love was born from desire and aspire to be a unity and it’s a fair.

MIDDLE 8: Peace to all men and on the sea grace and calm without the wind/Place of quite and of sleep against breathlessness of noisy voice.

ONLY WITH GUITAR IN YOUR HANDS

I began to write this song right when good vibration and velvet melodies touched my ears/So I learnt to listen wind/Like a prayer never written in gold every note give me the strength to close my mind and play/So I learnt to wake up and walk.

BRIDGE: While I was looking for my identity/Searchin’ out in duties and dreams/Suddenly I changed my priorities/Then you came and built a safe shelter for my worst days and night

CHORUS: Only with guitar in your hands, all in my mind.

I’ll ever find the expression of your being inside every inspiration which enlighted my mind/Hoping for The Day to come/Like a prayer never written in gold every note give me the strength to close my mind and play/So I learnt to wake up and walk.

blood its people shades/You know it’s too hard to trust all presidents: we must assert our mental freedom

CHORUS: War for life, what a fuckin’ lie/Whatever that may be, wherever that may be it’s a permanent damage/War for life, what a fuckin’ lie/Whatever that may be, wherever that may be, never refer to me!

THE DAY OF GLORY

Right now we still cannot forget from where we come/Our mind can’t leave the books and our hands the tools/But left the working clothes beside the stage we are runnin’ to the day of glory.

The spirit of the age keeps all the dreams alive/Although our minds are tired and older than due/But forgiven the orders and hierarchy we run to the day of glory.

There’s always need of people to start new practise/And set the example of more enlightened conduct/And better taste and sense in human life to run to the day of glory.

OUR BALANCE GROWS IN YOU

Believe us when we talk to you: our words are not empty farces /When the pain grows in your eyes and there is nothing you can do /to put some resistance to the tears are fallin’ down as your mindstate/think about the light who have betrayed and left our eyes

BRIDGE: And let the sound guides youAnd let the voice become the strongest weapon to warm up!

MIDDLE 8: Fuck off Madhouse, our balance grows in You/Fuck therapy, our balance grows in You/Fuck syringes, our balance grows in You/Fuck infirmity, our balance grows in You/Fuck social rules, our balance grows in You/Fuck J.P.H., our balance grows in You/Fuck Roscharch test, our balance grows in You/Fuck everyone who think to be so safe, instead…

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ATTITUDE CHEMISTRY

Hey, do you think to control my attitude by chemistry/What a large choise of tablets and drops/All the scientists tried to know all the consequences/But I am the only one to know what is damage

CHORUS.: Entumin is a strong sedative which get me so high/Talofen slowly dri-ves me to suicide/Tavor takes my hand in the night/Depakin balances my mood everyday.

ON LIBERTY

Freedom, the only which deserves the name, is that pursing our own good in our own way./Mankind are greater gainers by suffering each other to live as seems good to themselves.

BRIDGE: We’ve got to tell it until we die,/Singin’ out loud for a while,/And whate-ver someone tell us to be quite WE RISE UP

CHORUS: ‘Cause the right to maintain and to test various ways of life,/Even being in radical contrast with custom dominant/Is the essencial and real condition for ideal and moral enrichment of all humanity!

The customs of people are, to a certain extent, evidence of what the experience’s taught them./The mental and moral, like a muscular powers, are improved only by using well.

JOUTENSHIRE

Well hidden on a hill this nebulous place rises up/Always overcast by dark and stormy skies /Everything here seems to fade still more through the rain/What for live here in Joutenshire?The wind, sweet young girl, will guides where your mission starts/Close now your eyes if you don’t want to look at the sky/Open up your heart: you must share it with others hearts/What for live here in Joutenshire?

BRIDGE: Forgotten by everyone,/we live here in this land/Waiting for time to come back came

CHORUS: But who makes us sure that one day we’ll came back home?/I heard someone talkin’ about therapeutic plan/Always I feel the weight of this stormy sky on my own/Please, Hessie, tell me what for live here in Joutenshire?

It’s hard to understand why here the Sun doesn’t shine/Maybe owing to psychia-tric chains which closed the sky/Everything here seems to fade still more through the rain/What for live here in Joutenshire?

ALL THAT I WANT TO SAY

It’s so hard to explain what you never have seen around in your life/Since I was 14 years old I drink Haldol from breakfast to dinner/Some escapes amused my days lacking in reason, future dreams and hopes/The coffee and cigarettes are my deepest reflections’ friends in night and days

BRIDGE: And you, bad lame man, comin’ in with your team mate today!/What else will you invent to keep me quiet, mute and docile?

CHORUS: All that I want to say on Tuesday morning is to come back on my home again/All that I want to say on Thursday evening is that my family needs my love/All that I want to say until the end of my journey here is that you cannot decide on my life/All that I want to say is that I am no mad!

“I must be confident”, that is what I always think on my self/My husband or my sons will help me to leave this place soon or later/Brazil is the land where I want to put my roots for a new life/All is easier for my while I have a look out of reason.

WAR FOR LIFE

You know it’s too hard to trust the government when it promises you death in shape of life/You know it’s too hard to trust my father when he left his family with uniform/You know it’s too hard to trust our shinning flag ‘cause red represents

Ester would like to dedicate “Only with

Guitar in Your Hands” to the genius of

Noel Gallagher, to Condor and to the

memories of Jimi Hendrix e Vincent

Casal. Blessed Love, Peace, Rock’n’Roll,

Gab’n’Masi’n’Me AKA Camden, Left-

Handedness, Semi-Hollow Body Guitars

and Tube Amplifiers.

Massimo thanks: Francesca, his Family,

Camden, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Led

Zeppelin, his Fender Precision Bass,

Ashdown.Gabriele thanks: his Family, Laura, An-

gela, Andrea, Cosimo, Maria and All The

Uncles. A Special Thanks to Grandfather

Giuseppe, Great Source of Inspiration

and Life, to His Real Friends Marco, Pao-

lo, Willy, Andrea, to His Masters Roberto

Donno and Massimiliano Ingrosso, to

Ester and Masi for Patience, Company

and Music. And, finally, to You who are

Reading!

Camden are:Ester Ambra Giannelli: Guitars, Voice, Piano, Hammond, Mellotron, Back-Voices.

Massimo Munitello: Bass.

Gabriele Turso:Drums.

Thanks to: Our Mu-sical Influences, Our Families, Our Friends, U.D.E., Demoart, Il Cantiere, Porp, Giuseppe Donadei e Giulia Marsano, Francesca Costantini, Luisa Evangelista, Francesco Fersini, Ciclostyle Magazine, CoolClub, Officine della Musica, Piazza-salento, Fly Webradio, Radio Peter Pan, Ra-dio S.B.O., Radio del Capo, Radio CiccioRic-cio, WebRadioInonda-zioni, Radio SkyLab, Radio Salentuosi, Radio Mondo, Radio Orizzonti Activity, FuturaTV.it, all those have hosted us to play in clubs and events, and YOU!

All Songs written by Ester Ambra Giannelli and arranged by Camden, except for tracks

n.2, 6, 7, 9: Music by Massimo Munitello, Text by Ester Ambra Giannelli, arranged by

Camden. Chiara Arcadi from “Aedo” played Violin in tracks n.6 and n.9.

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Gigi Russo, Luigi Cariddi and Antonio Rainò at Il

Cantiere, Cutrofiano (LE) from November 2011 to March 2012.

Photography and Graphic Design by Demoart.

Produced by Camden, 2012. All Right reserved.

For regular updates and information on Camden please visit: camdentrio

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