A Strings' Dramedy

by Macaria

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A Strings' Dramedy is a concept album characterized by an allegorical, and at times grotesque critique of society. It tells the story of a puppet coming to life in the middle of the theatrical act he was used for. Suddenly all the strings it was tied to tear off and, from a situation of slavery and unconsciousness, the puppet is tossed in the absolute freedom; all that will influence its perception of the world it sees. Starting from its first steps in this unknown world, to end up with its wish to be a part of such a lively and dynamic world. All this will push it to experience the various stages of growth and integration within the society, thing that will be impossible to achive for the character because of its tendency to see the reality through distorted eyes, in its view social structures appears to be wiked and populated by grotesque characters, whose behavior is unintelligible and irrational.

The puppet's allucinated vision of society will push it on brink of insanity, tha will almost make it wish to go back on stage, tied and unconscious.
But is it truely it's vision the distorted one? Or maybe it's point of view, totally pure and free, is able to see the true intents of people?!
The musical inspirations for A Strings' Dramedy is a Folk / Death Metal with strong symphonic components, that is alternated to violent rhythms, epical-like choirs, folk phrasing and many other influences.

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released October 7, 2016

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Track Name: The Puppets Theater
Open my eyes I see the light for the first time,
down on my knees staring the ground

cutted strings dangle from my body.
I feel my self and try to recognize me

The air is full of bizzarre sound

Look around you are in a grottesque musical
many puppets dancing drived by tense strings

Those puppets resemble me
but their gaze seems lifeless

I woke upon a stage and don't know why
but I want to run away from here

The air is full of bizzarre sound

Looks ahead an huge crowd are enjoying the show
Their looks don't seem brighter than puppets

Woke up why?
On this stage
I need to escape from this puppets theater
Woke up why?
On this stage
I need to escape from this puppets theater

Am I part of this act?
I don't know nothing about myself
lost and confuse trying to sneake away from the stage

I want to burn I want to burn
Scented slavery, decorated prison

Want to cut I want to cut strings and hands
SET ME FREE!

Keep on dancing, keep on acting, keep on dancing

Woke up why?
On this stage
I need to escape from this puppets theater

Keep on dancing, keep on acting, keep on dancing

Woke up why?
On this stage
I need to escape from this puppets theater
Track Name: Outside
First step just out of the nest
a river of people almost drag me away
world is in motion, continuous motion
in a vortex of needs, whishes and tasks
Drag everyone inside

No one cares about you!
Outside I am confused!

Dubbed ones soon will become mute
escaping from the dubbers to the silence
Everyone strolling to nowhere
without cares about the voiceless puppet!

No one notice this voiceless puppet
A lost homeless puppet
No one notice this voiceless puppet
A lost homeless puppet

Try to clying to someone in this river of faces
but I’m afraid to go beyond their frozen looks
Try to clying to someone in this river of faces
but I’m afraid to go beyond their frozen looks

Metallic howls by mechanical beasts
persecute me in this forest of concrete

oooooh no one cares about you!
oooooh outside I am confused!

Driven ones are prone to get lost
just after the lack of their driver.
Searching for reference point
is so hard in the busy ones chaos

Everyone bump the stumbling puppet

Climbing on the top of this place,
I need to find calm and to breathe

No one notice this voiceless puppet

I didn’t wake up to succumb
Well, I’m here and I want to stay

From on high I try to fight my fears
contempling the living mosaic below me
This world both scare and fascinate
Moving in a weird dance to whom I behold
From on high I try to fight my fears
contempling the living mosaic below me
This world both scare and fascinate
Moving in a weird dance to whom I behold
Track Name: Shaped Water
We can feed your mind
I have hunger for knowledge
We will choose your feeding
But my hunger is total
We can feed your mind
I have hunger for knowledge
We will choose your feeding
But my hunger is total
and my curiosity rumble

Going classic, classic, classic, classic
Ancient knowledge gives wisdom and brillance
Going technic, technic, technic, technic
Technic knowledge gives skills and utility

But I wanna shape myself how I want
But I wanna shape myself how I want

We take our children and put them in this breeding
where they shape them how society want
Prevent them to create for fun, for create to sell
teaching just to make perfect social gears

Young minds are like mass of water
that flowing and try to expand
Breeding make the water get freeze
in fixed and squared shapes.
Nothing is useless to know
Go and find out the world


Legions of shaped minds march to the future
breeded without way of choose
Legions of leaded children march to the future
without leaving from the formation
Track Name: The Hidden Filth
Eternal prize, lure for the lucky ones
a comfortably illusion if your life has been damn

Damn you, scare you
Hell awaits who not pay attention to us
Damn you, plague you
Hell awaits who deny our laws

The white collar BDSM man pleased by
the fearful attention of his scared children
The white collar BDSM man pleased by
the fearful attention of his scared children
That can't see the filth

Stop burning who resemble me
You perverts burns all that's went out of your control

The white collar BDSM man pleased by
the fearful attention of his scared children
The white collar BDSM man pleased by
the fearful attention of his scared children
That can't see the

Hidden filth. Stay docile children!
Under the gaze of that crucified scarecrow
Stay docile children!
Under the gaze of that crucified scarecrow
Track Name: Tar Nectar
Near to a gate like worker bees
Stare their workday
Ready to march, on the allarm ring,
In its place

A grey beehive covered by smokestock and drainpipe

Work! Get busy!
And work! Hurry up!
And work! Don't stop!
Let me breath!

Task! Your burden!
By task! Don't disappoint!
By task! You have a chance!
This seems like a blackmail

Hidden in a spot there's a crocked man
The senior worker
Blackened is skin, eyes and lungs
Why he still working?
Love for his family and his dignity

Work! Get busy!
And work! Hurry up!
And work! Dont stop!
Let me breath!

Task! Your burden!
By task! Don't disappoint!
By task! You have a chance!
This seems like a blackmail
Track Name: Carnival Of Pigs
Enough scenes of world passed through this wooden eyes
I ask, someone can listen me?!
Folks! I have some ideas
to fix this broken opera.

A smiling face painted everywhere:
"We will build a better future"

Standing in the main square a waiting crowd
Divide in two sides like the red sea
Fluttering their own flags
Seems is near a war

Plastic smile people climb on the stage
The crowd go frenzy cheers but for what?
Cheers but for what?
Cheers but for what?

Our leader, our float we will always trail
our leader, our float has a bigger cock than yours

Everyone right here asking for their ownright
shout from left to right
Folks!
They have some ideas let listen the lawyers:

You will have the right to born, work, breed and age,
born, work, breed and age, born, work, breed and fucking die.

Standing in the main square a waiting crowd
Divide in two sides like the red sea
Fluttering their own flags, seems is near a war

Plastic smile people climb on the stage
The crowd go frenzy cheers but for what?
Cheers but for what?
Cheers but for what?

Our leader, our float we will always trail
our leader, our float has a bigger cock than your

Crowd, masked with shit by the carnival of pigs
Porks with human features in the carnival of pigs
Track Name: A Strings' Dramedy
Loosing all my hopes, falling into insanity
reality is muting turn into the theater.
I don't know how I'm cage in this opera.

Keep on acting, you're a puppets
That's your place/that's my place
Keep on acting, you're a puppets
That's your place
That's my place
Keep on acting, you're a puppets
That's your place/that's my place
Keep on acting, you're a puppets
That's your place
That's my place

There isn't other acts
Repeated day by day
No way to escape
No way!

Choir: Learn, pray, work, vote, play, play, play

Learn, 'cause you serve
Pray, thank for your life
Work, should be productive
Vote, someone to be proud
Born, without a reason
Act, how society want
Die, searching a meanless glory
Act, how society wants

A spark in my brain
All of us are puppets
Most of us can't see the strings
someone hold it from on high

Cage, cage in this opera
We are all puppets, we are all puppets

There must be a reason
There must be a way
Track Name: The Knot Of Wills
Climbing towards the top without fear for the height of the truth
Hard is to rise above the crowd's noise that shake your mind

A tangle of wills float in the air hidden from the people sight
Bilions strings are coming and going to form the master/slave knot
Bilions strings are coming and going to form the master/slave knot

We are all bounded to the strings of our wills
We are all masters, everyone make the strings
We are all bounded to the strings of our wills
We are all masters, everyone make the strings

The knot collect everyone will
Casually mixing them until none of the original strings
is equal to those that send to us

All our act changing something influencing the knot in minimal part
virtue and guilt, blended togheter, all us identity lost
virtue and guilt, blended togheter, all us identity lost in equality


We are all bounded to the strings of our wills
We are all masters, everyone make the strings
We are all bounded to the strings of our wills
We are all masters, everyone make the strings

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