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The Noble Art Of Denying Reality

by Under The Bed

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elox_ The Noble Art Of Denying Reality ha tutto ciò che rende un album un autentico capolavoro: liriche interessanti e piene di riferimenti, composizioni geniali, mutevoli ed elaborate, tecnicismi a volontà (ma mai gratuiti) e due frontmen a dir poco pazzeschi (tanti bascini a loro). Ah e meritano tantissimo pure dal vivo, per la cronaca. Favorite track: Dead Giant.
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Agent Echo I can't explain why this "anti-genre" album works so well, but it really does. There's a little bit of everything to be found here! Favorite track: Twi-Night Doubleheader.
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Jeff Fitzsimmons Under the Bed is an outstanding example of musicianship and technicality, all done very tastefully. Favorite track: Mosh To This At My Funeral.
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Andreo_of_the Gosh, it really brings under that fuckin bed.
Dark, Wise, Mindblowing. Favorite track: Mosh To This At My Funeral.
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Siggi Bizkit simply amazing, but not simple at all Favorite track: Listen:.
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littleladle This shit is fucking crazy and awesome at the same time
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1.
Listen: 01:57
Popcorn hidden inside your bag the tips of your shoes are digging the ground (you) bit your lip again this night, kinda sad guess you'll understand what’s this about Check my knuckles ‘cause I’m sure they bled listen to us, stop bitching around push, push, push your tongue all over my chest now you’re gonna sink in my eyes, don’t make a sound. Guess you'll understand what’s this about: now you’re gonna sink in my… eyes Popcorn hidden inside your bag the tips of your shoes are digging the ground check my knuckles ‘cause I’m sure they bled listen to us, listen to us, listen.
2.
Cornstarch 07:03
Hurts more without curses Someone couldn't sleep tonight and perhaps someone else couldn't, too: he kept breathing hard against the dark doesn't he seem incoherent to you? Incoherent to you. I'm not cornstarch I watched him pacing his black room trying to figure out the shape of the pictures your puppet looked at him with his dead gaze and all that is left after that is fucking haze it's all I see through the windscreen again Screams wanted to gush out like tar out of his throat maybe he couldn't expect that to hit so hard congrats, I think it's really over He woke up and couldn't feel his skin anymore maybe all the cornstarch thing didn't really work he just hoped he'd become a little bit stronger maybe his faith crumbled, since he really thought he could dig you Strange how a 'yes' can destroy everything you built, he said. Sorry, I couldn't believe it am I the one you should apologize to? Yeah, I admit it, I'm not cornstarch, but I'm not numb, either, what did you do? I'm fucking sorry, don't blame your attitude I just can't bear thinking he had it inside you when I called maybe I need some water to react but the real fact is that your rain is gone, get it? Hurts more Hurts more without curses I don't think I can talk to you not before I have changed my mood You are the night, I'm not your blame I was your life, you were my rain Now I will not deny this fence but I still recall you teaching me to dance since I cried and met everlasting love in angels I felt like I was wreckage, but perhaps I needed this rough cut since I honestly can't stand the way you acted thanks a lot, though, it's really over now I need someone else, now I see being selfish is my primal need just remember when your stitches I could mend I promise all will be fine in the end. Fucking miss you I heard you saying that you can't bear me I hope one night you’ll dream about me and wake up crying. Should I have fucked you more often? I hope not. I told you love is like a plant you have to water If you only, If you only give love but nobody cares, nobody waters it it becomes dry and dies You probably can’t imagine how happy I am to know you are my rain I'm not cornstarch sometimes sorry I interrupted fuck, I just can't tolerate thinking of you that way There's no need to get angry you really think I overreacted? hope these words won't offend hope I really made you happy See I wanted to sting but I am not that bad. Now can you see? See how incoherent I am? Now blame me. Now fucking blame me. Someone couldn’t sleep tonight Couldn’t sleep tonight. Tonight. Should I have fucked you more often?
3.
Wow. I'm ready to wipe the tears from my eyes I'd have traded my car for your lies so you could say that I wasn't ruining your existence at all hands up for honesty Your feelings for me were like a fucking flu now I'm sick while you're healthy what the hell is this? I can see what the problem is with you, girl even if I call you wicked I still like you anyway I said your feelings for me were like a fucking flu I repeat lyrics 'cause I have no more ideas left after all it's been years since I loved you last but this song's intro needed to be a bit more badass Please don’t grind. Grind your teeth and I’ll fucking freeze Unglue your back from the bed, my love come right here and see the end of your dream whether if it was about a monster or screams now I want you to sleep and stay still, don't move don't fucking move My spine is bent and my head's on the sleep bag from this low level I can see nothing's there don't hesitate, see? No eyes under your bed hope this clears the contemptuous look on your face I had dreams, too, don't pretend you didn't know don't you reckon your moans won't make it easier to bear? My face is sweat, I came on these sheets and I hate myself to death Do you really mean to add one more injury in this thick texture of tears? Am I really supposed to witness this torture? I think this night's gonna be the longest ever I hate this room, it's gonna make me detest you, too pretty way to fuck up a new year do you remember, gave me life, it's hilarious now I'd like to lie here and never stir anymore I hear fireworks, feel like I'm a war veteran seeing all their flashes lighting this place, don't worry I will leave tomorrow, hope this will clear the contemptuous look on your fucking face (fucking face) I don't wanna hear your pain 'cause I didn't give it to you I'm tired of sleeping to run away so tonight it ends, but it's so hard to stop staring at your closed door I swear I will leave tomorrow but I don't wanna stop I don't wanna stop I don't wanna stop I don't wanna stop staring at the closed door Staring at your closed door I look deranged That's your fault, hell, yeah! I look deranged This is your fault. Please don't grind I’m ready… to wipe the tears from my eyes Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Faster than MDMA in your mind Faster than MDMA in your mind Your feelings for me were like a fuckin’ flu now I'm sick while you're healthy what the hell is this? I can see what the problem is with you, girls even if I call you wicked I still like you anyway That’s your fault, hell yeah Please don’t grind. Do you really mean to add one more injury in this thick texture of tears? Am I really supposed to witness this torture? I think this night's gonna be the longest ever You were my hair dryer hum and I never told you enough but that doesn’t excuse you I think this night's gonna be the longest ever
4.
Fuckface 06:19
Sorry if I didn't change that much I didn't dispel your doubts about how weak I am I'm reprehensible, yes, 'cause I still remember when I said «I want you to know that I won't put pressure on you, fuckface, want to know why? Because I acted like you heaps of times before... heaps of times before» Wicked! We all know you failed me on your life guess it depends on the fact I talk way too much I have flaws and thoughts I ain't strong enough to get rid of paranoia slashes my head, got dreads I can't control So I complain about ‘em and pray they'll vanish try my best to banish them in a place where quicksand can gulp them, understand? I didn't mean to offend, I just need to mend my cuts sorry I've got a brand new fear every twenty seconds, fuck I reckon it's easy to get tired of me Sorry If I didn't change that much, I'm the same I didn't dispel your doubts about how weak I am I'm reprehensible, I see, I called a person a fuckface, deeply knowing I'm just like him I’m just like him I won’t leave you, and you won’t leave me We all know my mistakes outgrow me won't stop punching my face when I miss your embrace Way too easy for you to forget me, you don’t see me anymore don’t even give me the chance to haunt you the right way You know? I'm proud to be a fuckface, jaundice makes me a psycho, too at least it's my neck I strangle Yeah, I act angry, but I'm really really happy you sleep with someone else, even though it doesn't seem like that What up, girl? One more time. Got booed on stage, want me to change style? Mind if i slit your throat with a bass string and laugh? I hit my father, I behave like I'm insane, that's probably caused by the fact you wanted a child from me So sorry If I didn't change that much, I'm the same sorry if I can't forget the smell between your legs got no advice for you, new fuckface, but if you hear something about cystic fibrosis, run the fuck away People say this can't last We both know a word for this I hope you're feeling this I hope these chords slash your ears while you're fucking her I hope she's hearing me I know you'll be the one being left this time I hope you're feeling this I hope this kick drum makes your chest collapse I hope you’re hearing me: now it's your turn to fucking suffer Paranoia hurts, right? Paranoia hurts, right? Paranoia hurts, guess you'll understand I'm not weak, I'm just human I want you to know that I won't put pressure on you, fuckface, want to know why? Because I acted like you heaps of times before... heaps of times before Did you know I'm wrong again? I'm wrong again. Did you know I'm wrong again? Otherwise why’d I still be here writing another song about you? Shit. Holy shit. Shit.
5.
Dead Giant 06:21
Oh… I’m just bricks and stones to you, have fun running inside me I’m cold as a corpse, that’s because I’m dying Don’t speak too loud, I might fall to pieces I’ve been sleeping for ages, but I can hear you all Get out of me A whisper of wind makes my spiderwebs move I’ve been here so long I am almost dead I just couldn't believe someone could still love me Despite the veil of darkness covering me (I know you're trying to) heal me! But I don't want you to, I just wanna dry, understand this? Fear me! All the fiends I can unleash will make you change your mind. Will make you change. You do believe in monsters, do you? Do you? We do believe in monsters, we do! We do! We do believe in monsters, do you? Do you? Do you? I’ve lived here so long your life spoils my death I’ve lived here so long I am almost dead. I never said you were allowed to be inside me I know, maybe my words scare you, do they? I thank you for everything I really appreciate it, but I don't need your farewells It's okay, they say I won't last long That I'm old as fuck That I am ugly I told you that I was almost dead I'd like to see you in my fucking place. Enjoy my breakdown. Sorry for having bothered you today I just need to stay here and die I don't want you I’m dead I don't want you I don't want you I've been here so fucking long. I’ve been here so long I'm almost dead I lived here so long I'm almost dead Sorry for having bothered you today I thank you for everything I really appreciate it but I don’t need your farewells I don’t need your farewells, it’s okay. It’s okay, I am almost dead. I am almost dead. I am almost…
6.
Say what d’you want me to be, what do you want? Your friends should stop oppressing me How do you want me to be? You said that I  was the only one able to calm you down, was I? I'm happy I had to let you go maybe I was too raw  for you, I suppose now you should  say what d’you want me to be, what d’you want me to be right in my face. What's the matter kid, does my black suit frighten you? Keep on playing on the sidewalk, guess I'll find you and your skateboard here when I'm back Tears paint your big eyes red as your scratched knees are Since I'm old I'm supposed to be wise, but sometimes I'm not that able at lying, I've never been Wait! Now I see why you liked when I squeezed your throat, got it. Man, I sure had a good life Hey, that's how we all want it to end, I died smiling Now I don't want to see any sad faces or tears, only alcohol must wet the ground, get stupid! Down. No time for pity, go this shit is getting cool dance with your pretty girlfriends, dance, dance First things first, think I've spat enough blood on you, I'm so glad I met you, but now tell me why did you spoil everything like so? Just kiddin’! I don't care. I'm dead, you see me Look at my suit I'm right here I know you Used to be honest and shit with me That's how I want you all to speak about me Tell about when we got high together say I'm an asshole, but don't you tell lies Frighten your kids, tell them I stroll by night on the roads if you want, that will do no harm, right? But don't say I was perfect, 'cause I want 'em to know sometimes it's okay to be wrong. You say I’m perfect for you but my mind is filled with stupid thoughts which I wish I could tell you I’m strong enough to get rid of. I said you’re perfect I did Now you’re not even worth my effort to scream these words again and again and again and again guess you’ll have to mosh to this at my funeral mosh to this when I’m dead mosh to this or dance! I didn’t relive this misery the hair dryer hum is warming me I’m afraid I have to go now Now that I saw what should not be seen they can’t let me go, they follow me something happened but I don’t know what it is The thing I’m afraid of is losing you and never see you again can’t let go of you but I have to I see all the monsters I’ll never have the chance to kiss your eyes I’m fucking killing myself for you for you Ready? Ready? Ready? Mosh To This At My Funeral Go! There’s no such thing as God Only you There’s no such thing as God Only you And I hate you I swear I hate you I fucking hate you I hate you all say it! you gotta shout it there’s no one else but you listening to your feelings There’s no such thing as God Only you There’s no such thing as God Only me There’s no such thing as God Only you There’s no such thing as God Only me And I’m fucking glad. Dance on my coffin headbang on my grave you could feel twice as better if you already are cause I’m not here anymore I swear I’m happy please don’t cry if you cared step on my corpse punch my body bag tell me what did I do wrong and dance, dance, dance my friends make it up to me screaming at my name it hurts more without curses, remember? hurts so much fucking more.
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Now Go. 02:49
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BONUS ITEM: "Mosh To This At My Funeral" (2014 video version)

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released May 31, 2013

· Drums recorded and edited by Jonathan Mazzeo of Bleed Someone Dry at Mathlab Recording Studio | www.facebook.com/MathLabRecordingStudio
· Bass DIY recorded and edited by Armando Marchetti at LaStanza Home Recording Studio
· Guitar and vocals recorded and edited by Michele Bertocchini (ex Versions) at No Limit Studio | www.facebook.com/nolimitstudiorecords
· Mixing & mastering by Michele Bertocchini
· Cover art by Lelia Àlvarez | www.behance.net/LeliaAlvarez
· Graphic design by Alessandro Cheti (ex Yes I Swear, now in Traveller's Tales) | www.facebook.com/BigDealcollective


Joshua Pettinicchio (raw vocals)
Armando Marchetti (clean vocals, guitar, programming)
Federico Morandi (bass, backing vocals)
Gianmarco Ricciarelli (drums)
Michele Bertocchini (guitar, executive production)

· All music composed, produced and performed by Under The Bed
· All lyrics by Armando Marchetti
· Track 3 co-written with Joshua Pettinicchio and Andrea Barillari
· Bechstein piano in track 5 played by Armando Marchetti

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Under The Bed Montecatini Terme, Italy

What’s under your bed? Old stuff, we guess, and new one too. Monsters you once feared. Things you want to keep hidden, and things you want to keep close. This is UTB. No genre, no rules, just music. Grasp your flashlight, and take a peek.

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