Revolutionary Son

by Fredo Viola

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I shall return, I shall return I shall return, the people cannot be more blind I open wide, twist free their sighs and they go bow-bow-bow-bom, bow-bow-bow-bom, bow... I shall return, I shall return I shall upturn the boats and battleships in stride Run them aground, make trumpets sound and they go bow-bow-bow-bom, bow-bow-bow-bom, bow... In junior high you made me cry, you made me sob Since then I've dreamt of flying high above you all Now fortified, I'll level mountains to their cores Why do I feel so sorry and so small? Like the water that revives us, like the ether that unties I shall return, I shall return Sweet home, sweet home, sweet home, sweet home
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Our house, watching it fade away Our house, watching it fade away To find my way, into your heart, to find my way I walk for days, to find the rolling ocean, I walk for days Brights unbrightened and darks undraped the pavement buckles, I'm in bed again The taste and the smell of my own sweet life all faces are swimming in the subway light Sweet heart, please stay without your gaze upon me, I fade away Our house, watching it fade away Our house, watching it fade away
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Holding horses in their stalls we bend and fold, we bend and we fold Lights mirrored countlessly through countless and mirrored walls Straight to the bloom, rose-red inner life Blind and restore us, blind and restore us Blind and restore, blind and restore Calling softly, calling low we bend and flow, we bend and we flow Hopes and horror shows are all tangled and recomposed Straight to my wound, rose-red inner life Faithful to the core, but unsteady now - I cannot know your face, but I can see it fall What does this universal light show arouse? - Now in the darkest space I feel along the wall Hopes and horror shows are all tangled and recomposed Straight to my wound, rose-red inner life Blind and restore us, blind and restore us Blind and restore, blind and restore
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The Whites 04:34
I'm on my way, I won't let you stay open my heart and soak it in I know these eyes, they lie and disguise furrowed and blind, I'm a newborn I want all my wildest secrets told to children alone They might light a fire inside their minds There must be a hole inside his head, inside his heart, inside his soul, his soul is perforated, flapping in the wind Like a dove, or like a pigeon who is nervously intended on the crumbs beneath your feet to find the nutrients he needs Glowing inside, hallowed and alive watching the whites of their wandering eyes We must abide, even idolize for all we know it's a new world and I want all my wildest secrets told to children alone They might light a fire inside their minds There must be a hole inside his head, inside his heart, inside his soul, his soul is perforated, flapping in the wind Like a dove, or like a pigeon who is nervously intended on the crumbs beneath your feet to find the nutrients he needs
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Wood Smoke 04:37
Riding my bike through roads that wind, flowing to you I cannot find the way, lead me over, lead me over one last time And we roll tonight, lose control, don't fight follow wood smoke through shadows cold and wide Forget me, I'm already gone When I was a child with glowing eyes I feel for you Rise, seasons! Ride the waves! They get bolder, so much bolder over time And we roll tonight, lose control, don't fight Follow wood smoke through shadows cold and wide Forget me, I'm already gone And at night we dream, a darkened stream we all become make believe
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The Cult 07:05
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It looks a lot like a new adventure sailed across an invisible sea Well I was always wondering where you went when the bow of your ship hit me You take a step in a new direction take a choice from infinity But when a voice cries, somebody's soul is spent then we;ve lost our priorities The big sky and the sky in your eyes there's one for the ocean and one for the idolized The big sky and the sky in your eyes there's one for the mountains and one for the civilized The big sky and the sky in your eyes there's one for the ocean and one for the idolized The big sky and the sky in your eyes there's one for the mountains and one for the rich It looks a lot like a new adventure sailed across an invisible sea Well I was always wondering where you went when the bow burst through in a rowdy mess making little children cry, and their mothers hide their eyes
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It's nearly over, it's over, it's over After the last song, the last song, the last song Has left in silence, has left in silence, has left in silence Some secret order, some secret order is left behind it: Ayres D'Cunha, D'Cunha, D'Cunha Ayres D'Cunha, D'Cunha, D'Cunha Ayres D'Cunha, D'Cunha, D'Cunha Ayres D'Cunha, D'Cunha, D'Cunha
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"An audacious album pulsing with rhythm, colour and, above all, sumptuous melody." - Chris Evans, Allmusic

5 out of 5 star review:
"Après la fin du morceau The Cult , sorte de bacchanale dans une tribu d'extraterrestres translucides, où la voix devient tambour puis onde intergalactique, on serait tenté de dire que ce disque est hanté. Mais uniquement par des esprits joueurs et bienveillants, les bons génies du mage et magistral Fredo Viola." - Stéphane Deschamps, Les Inrocks

(Translation: “After the end of the song The Cult, a sort of bacchanal in a tribe of translucent aliens, where the voice becomes drum and intergalactic wave, one is tempted to say that this album is haunted. But only by spirits and caring players, the good spirits of the mage and masterful Fredo Viola.”)

www.lesinrocks.com/musique/critique-album/fredo-viola-revolutionary-son/

“…dans ce Revolutionary Son se mêlent les Beach Boys période Smile ou Pet Sounds, les motets, c’est peut-être de là que nous sommes le plus proche, de Palestrina ou de Schütz” - Jérôme Gillet, Froggy Delight

(Translation: “In Revolutionary Son Smile or Pet Sounds-period Beach Boys mingle with motets. It may be there that we are the closest, Palestrina or Shütz…”)

www.froggydelight.com/article-14876-Fredo_Viola.html

“Un'esperienza sonora trasbordante di energia lirica, che non è detto troverete subito entusiasmante o avvincente, ma che stuzzicherà la vostra immaginazione.” - Gianfranco Marmoro - Ondarock

(Translation: A transformative sound experience of lyrical energy, not just exciting and compelling, but one that teases your imagination.)

www.ondarock.it/recensioni/2014_fredoviola_revolutionaryson.htm

credits

released April 14, 2014

All music written, produced and performed by Fredo Viola

With Adrien Reju, Greg Tyler & Tabitha Zisser, additional vocals /
Liuh-Wen Ting, viola / Peter Buettner, flute / Hugh Davies, trumpet / Ken Lovelett, kone-wheel / Michael Chap Resnick, drums

Mastered by Gavin Lurssen at Lurssen Mastering

(P) and (C) Revolutionary Son Productions, LLC

All rights reserved. www.fredoviola.com

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Fredo Viola

Fredo Viola is an audio-visual artist and singer living in
Woodstock, NY. With a focus on the human voice, eclectic instrumentation and diy visual techniques, Fredo’s passion for art crosses into all expressive territories.

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