Chaosmos
(2006)
    
A language within our times to describe the eight elements coming from chaos and moving to shape the timeless cosmos of Irish culture.

     1 - Air   4.48
     2 - Stones   4.31
     3 - Fire   4.55
     4 - Stars   6.28
     5 - Colours   6.46
     6 - Flavours   4.53
     7 - Water   4.24
     8 - Soul   6.52
Folker, Bonn, November 2006, Michael A. Schmiedel

'...eight mini-symphonies mostly with two voices, partly also with two interwoven melodies one within the other, each melody with rhythmic and harmonic changes, with slow and fast parts, sung at times but most of all with a very complex instrumental structure...give us more, please.'

Chaosmos

Chaosmos arises from the suggestions of a medieval Irish text In tenga Bithnua The ever-new tongue. In this bizarre text Gaelic, Latin and the Tongue of Angels, an alleged original unique language, cross in a dizzy variety of explanation about the Cosmos where the constitutive elements from Chaos are eight: Air, Stones, Fire, Stars, Colours, Flavours. Water, Soul.
This original and fanciful setting corresponds to a mythical man composed of eight parts, in fact air represents the human breath, fire is the heat of the blood, stars are the shine of the eyes and so on. Intrinsic into Irish culture, the concept of Chaos as a detailed multiplicity, found in the art of the marvelous illuminated Irish masterpieces, musically drives to explore the roots of a mythical Ireland and suggests plots where modules and rhythms coexist in their diversity, cross each other and pass from an event to an uneven measure: a language definitely rooted in our time.
Chaosmos is the neologism of a great Irishman who has looked into the complexity of human nature like no one else and who is the highest contemporary peak: James Joyce. By uniting in a single word Chaos and Cosmos, Joyce synthetizes the unity of chaos and order in the world and in man: the marvelous universality and up-dateness of the Irish culture!

Many thanks to Melita Cataldi for having been an inspiration by giving us the text of In Tenga Bithnua.
Lorenzo Greppi for having kindly given us the melody of vocal "doodling" in Colours
John Brophy for his help in the pronounciation of the lyrics of Soul
Jan Stevenson for having given us the original traditional melody of Stones
And all the people that have believed and supported us all these years

Executive producer: Matteo Silva
Graphic design: Carlo Savona
Artwork: Kostantina Mavropanou
Photo by: Massimo Agus
Paintings by: Sergio Cerchi and Valentina Corsi
Translations by: Whisky Trail
Made in EC
Amiata Records Florence Italy
2006 Amiata Records
Published by Amiata Arte (Suisa)

All titles are composed by Bugli, Corsi, Daneo, Giuntini, Sabatini
Recorded at Lorimer House; mixed and mastered by Nicola Cavina at Eipe Records in
Florence in February and March 2006
Graphic design: Carlo Savona; Artwork: Kostantina Mavropanou
 
1. Air

Sounds...measures...they slowly raise up; they bounce, wind up, look for space, tie into knots, they break...restless fragments: they look for each other, draw close, rapidly unite, hold lightly, they grope in the dark, scan the rhythms, caress each other.
A thread...and they line up unevenly: a rapture of notes holding up the weave, it raises lightly up, it stresses a dance gliding on the blowing of bellows...
It finally breathes!
 
2. Stones

When stone upon stone the mountains were made
And the roots of the rocks went deep in the sea
The springs and the brooks soon started to slide
A caress from a lover's hand
They touched the shoulders the arms the hips
They were a joy to see
And the mountains were cut out against the blue sky
Awaiting the master's hand

The air was alive with sound and chaos
When the mountains were being made
The earth was young and eager to live
To experience its happiness
Shooting stars were caught in the woods
Like burning golden locks
And the laughter of thunder was everywhere
For the joy of being alive

The winds blew the clouds across the skies
And they tore like rags in a giant's hand
The rattling of sticks falling down from the trees
Set the beat to the stamping of feet
When bone upon bone mankind rose up
The stage was already set up
All that had to be done was to give the rules
And enjoy the challenge of life
 
3. Fire

Oh they are tossing stretching their tongues round and round
The multicoloured flares falling on a heavy cold dampness

The sky lights up an intense light devours all the space
Blinding everything everyone with its whirling spurts

It moves high up below and it moves forward
Then it disappears from sight but it comes backward

It bounces back flashes up creeps around expanding cracks
Low down movable nothing will be like before

Given by a god gathered by a man
From the sky to earth fixed it shines high up
From the perfect circle it lights up pale faces

Pushed by a breath driven by frenzied hands
It whispers penetrates it rouses happy stamping feet
And in a last flicker it winks a red smile
 
4. Stars

There's a pattern in the sky that can be seen on summer days
When the world with lazy ease spreads on the green grass of the fields
To watch one star and the next dance lighting up the deep night
A great diamond studded veil twinkles way high up
Countless luminous bright eyes spread in the darkness of the vault
Lighting up the sea when the sail holds unevenly its course

There's a pattern in the sky that can be seen on summer days
It's a clear swarm of sounds all through the air that can be heard
It's a coloured velvet holding threads for past and future lives
Once men staring up there saw the sky talking about them
Thousand times squinting their eyes they gazed at all those shining points
In the effort to keep stars in circling fingers while they danced
 
5. Colours

Colours red black white and blue
Yellow green silver brown and gold
All the colours in the world
They are spread around the sun

Colours red black white and blue
Yellow green silver brown and gold
All the colours in the world
They are spread around the sky

Colours red black white and blue
Yellow green silver brown and gold
All the colours in the world
They are spread around the sea

Colours red black white and blue
Yellow green silver brown and gold
All the colours in the world
They are spread around the earth
 
6. Flavours

A bitter and warm taste of tears
A sweet sour taste of skin
A great and strong soft taste of breaths
These flavours we learn when young...

A bitter and warm taste of tears
A sweet sour taste of skin
A great and strong soft taste of breaths
We learn when we're led by the hand

A bitter and warm taste of salt
A sweet sour taste of flesh
A great and strong soft taste of scents
These flavours we learn when grown

A bitter and warm taste of salt
A sweet sour taste of flesh
A great and strong soft taste of scents
We learn when we lead by the hand

A bitter and warm taste of sea
A sweet sour taste of earth
A great and strong soft taste of air
These flavours we learn when old

A bitter and warm taste of sea
A sweet sour taste of earth
A great and strong soft taste of air
We learn when we are led by the stick

A bitter and warm tasted of sea
A sweet sour taste of earth
A great and strong soft taste of air
These flavours we learn when living our lives
Young grown and old
All by the hand
 
7. Water

Had I not gone through all this so deep and bleak
Had I not gone through the blinding dazzling glare
And if you were not there to ease off the pain
I would have fallen and lost hope in the dark of night
I dip in you calm me you warm my heart with your being
You touch me you charm me you see me cry

The things you did for me were so precious and rich
Like gentle coming rain fallin' on a dry parched earth
Like a hiding clam I was closed down in the deep
Love opened all my doors up asking nothing back
I dip in you hold me you fill my soul with your warmth
You love me you kiss me you see me smile
 
8. - Soul

Coiche nod gleith clochur sl?ibe?
Cia on co tagair aesa ?scai?
Cia du i l-aig fuiniud gr?ine?
Cia beir buar o thig Tetrach?

Am g?eth i m-muir
Am tond trethan
Am fuaim mara
Am damsecht ndirend
Am s?ig i n-aill
Am d?r gr?ne
Am cain lubai
Am torc argail
Am e i l-ind
Am loch i m-maig
Am br? a ndai
Am br? d?nae
Am g?i i fodb
feras feochtu
Am d? delbas
Do chind codnu

Who can interpret the great mountain stones?
Who knows the phases of the moon?
Who knows where the sun sets?
Who draws out the treasures from the house of Tetra?

I wind of the sea. I wave of the ocean. I roar of the surge. I stag with seven antlers. I falcon in the craig. I sunray. I the handsomest tree. I valiant boar. I salmon in the water. I lake in the plain. I hill of wisdom. I word of poets. I routing spear of victory. I divinity that models the fire of the minds.

(Ancient Irish lyric)