With their last ska album "Outside the loop, Stupendo sensation" (2003), their style changes in progressive-psychedelic rock.
Their next album, "And then we met impero" (2005), gave to the band new and different fans. It has nothing in common with their previous albums.
"Granvanoeli" (2006) is the last album from this band. It has Pink Floyd and other progressive rock band influences.
A particular of this band: they use to sing in both english and italian language, often in the same song they change language, also for only one word.
We
Meganoidi Lyrics
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This time I was more sure that I would be able to hold on, hold onto it
We repeatedly left the same places with more lung capacity,
and I stopped a number of times to keep the path in my mind. (The path)
It was necessary to remember the steps that brought me to those places,
memorising every footprint in order to return there in darker times.
That day I was probably worrying too much and this understanding (That day)
brought about my first step.
That day - yellow rain on the bay.
That day, the same rain through the veins.
The night of fires came earlier than usual
in the depth of winter.
Gathered in the house, the light dim
we talk in whispers, waiting for some good news,
listening from here.
Midnight comes, the spirit pushes (Midnight comes)
And we push just as hard.
We run downhill - our shoulders covered by long shadows. (We run downhill)
But motorbikes are still bicycles - the headlights lanterns.
The mountain is turning upside down
That day - yellow rain on the slate.
Hot slate led the rain through the veins.
È visione insostenibile il proprio riflesso e comunque non si vede mai
Allora ciechi* ammirate la vostra proiezione artefatta
Da operatori imperiali e pessimi architetti
Come protesi di membra castrate
Noi dunque distrutti ci vedremo ancora per accendere un cero sotto il nuovo monumento
Trattino sepolcro e per oggi la propria ombra resta comunque la più fedele immagine di sé
And then we met impero.
The lyrics to Meganoidi's song "We" convey a sense of reflection and contemplation on the part of the singer. The first verse talks about a change in the singer's perspective that took place in May, and how this brought about a greater sense of assurance that they would be able to overcome whatever challenges lay ahead. They speak about leaving the same places multiple times and how this helped them increase their lung capacity, and how they would stop to memorize the path in order to be able to return there even in the darkest of times. The verse ends with the admission that they were probably worrying too much, but that this worry was what prompted their first step forward.
The second verse shifts gears slightly, describing a night of fires that came earlier than usual during the winter. The singer and those around them are gathered inside a dimly lit house, waiting for some good news. When midnight arrives, they all push forward with renewed energy, running downhill with long shadows covering their shoulders. The mention of motorbikes and bicycles in this verse suggests a sense of movement and propulsion, with the mountain turning upside down and everything becoming destabilized.
The final lines of the song are sung in Italian, and translate as follows: "It is an unbearable vision, one's own reflection / And yet you never see yourself / So blind, admire your artificial projection / Crafted by imperial operators and terrible architects / Like prosthetics of castrated limbs / And so, destroyed, we will still see ourselves / To light a candle under the new monument / Hyphen sepulchre, and for today / One's own shadow remains the most faithful image of oneself / And then we met impero." These lines touch on themes of self-image and projection, with the singer suggesting that our reflections are often too distorted to give us an accurate sense of ourselves. The final line, "And then we met impero," is somewhat enigmatic and open to interpretation.
Line by Line Meaning
In the month of May my point of view suddenly changed. (This time)
I experienced a sudden change in perspective in the month of May, and this time I was confident that I could hold on to it.
We repeatedly left the same places with more lung capacity, and I stopped a number of times to keep the path in my mind. (The path)
We kept revisiting the same locations and my lung capacity improved over time, while I made a conscious effort to remember the path we took.
That day I was probably worrying too much and this understanding (That day) brought about my first step.
On a particular day, I was probably overthinking something, and that realization helped me take the first step towards something.
That day - yellow rain on the bay. That day, the same rain through the veins.
On that day, there was yellow rain falling on the bay, and it felt like the same rain was flowing through my veins.
The night of fires came earlier than usual in the depth of winter. Gathered in the house, the light dim we talk in whispers, waiting for some good news, listening from here. Midnight comes, the spirit pushes (Midnight comes) And we push just as hard. We run downhill - our shoulders covered by long shadows. (We run downhill) But motorbikes are still bicycles - the headlights lanterns. The mountain is turning upside down
One winter night, the fires started earlier than expected, and we huddled together in a dimly lit house, speaking in whispers and waiting for some good news. At midnight, we felt a sudden rush of energy and pushed through it. We ran downhill, our shadows growing longer. Even though motorbikes have headlights, they are still like bicycles. The mountain appeared to be turning upside down.
That day - yellow rain on the slate. Hot slate led the rain through the veins.
On that day, the yellow rain fell on the slate and it felt like the hot slate was leading the rain through my veins.
È visione insostenibile il proprio riflesso e comunque non si vede mai Allora ciechi* ammirate la vostra proiezione artefatta Da operatori imperiali e pessimi architetti Come protesi di membra castrate Noi dunque distrutti ci vedremo ancora per accendere un cero sotto il nuovo monumento Trattino sepolcro e per oggi la propria ombra resta comunque la più fedele immagine di sé And then we met impero.
It's an impossible vision to see one's own reflection clearly, and even when we try, we never see the truth. So, we appreciate our artificially projected image, created by imperial operators and bad architects, as though it is a prosthetic limb. Even when we are destroyed, we will still see ourselves lighting a candle under a new monument. Sometimes, our own shadow is the most honest image of ourselves. And then we met Impero.
Contributed by Alice F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Bloated Corpse
In the month of May my point of view suddenly changed. (This time)
This time I was more sure that I would be able to hold on, hold onto it
We repeatedly left the same places with more lung capacity,
And I stopped a number of times to keep the path in my mind. (The path)
It was necessary to remember the steps that brought me to those places,
Memorising every footprint in order to return there in darker times.
That day I was probably worrying too much and this understanding (That day)
Brought about my first step.
That day - yellow rain on the bay.
That day, the same rain through the veins.
The night of fires came earlier than usual
In the depth of winter.
Gathered in the house, the light dim
We talk in whispers, waiting for some good news,
Listening from…
kirethedemon
Canzone stupenda, video pregevole ;)
Saverio D'Amico
Complimenti per il video, veramente ben fatto. We è una delle loro canzoni più belle. ;D
Mirko Perra
stupenda.....visti ieri per la terza volta live e son sempre GRANDISSIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Bloated Corpse
In the month of May my point of view suddenly changed. (This time)
This time I was more sure that I would be able to hold on, hold onto it
We repeatedly left the same places with more lung capacity,
And I stopped a number of times to keep the path in my mind. (The path)
It was necessary to remember the steps that brought me to those places,
Memorising every footprint in order to return there in darker times.
That day I was probably worrying too much and this understanding (That day)
Brought about my first step.
That day - yellow rain on the bay.
That day, the same rain through the veins.
The night of fires came earlier than usual
In the depth of winter.
Gathered in the house, the light dim
We talk in whispers, waiting for some good news,
Listening from…
Machi155
se t va, fai girare questo video e facciamoli conoscere al mondo intero
Machi155
@rancidfever sono i migliori sempre grazie per il commento io li avro' visti 20 volte dal vivo e tutte le volte e' come la prima !!!
Chiara Mele
« È visione insostenibile il proprio riflesso (E comunque non si vede mai.) Allora cechi ammirate la vostra proiezione, artefatta Da operatori imperiali e pessimi architetti, Come protesi di membra castrate. Noi dunque distrutti ci vedremo ancora Per accendere un cero sotto il nuovo monumento trattino sepolcro. E per oggi la propria ombra resta comunque la più fedele immagine di se. And then we met impero.»
Machi155
@kirethedemon grazie grazie tante per me e' una delle migliori loro canzoni, mi piaceva l'idea di farci un video sopra ciao
Machi155
@apheniti GRAZIE MILLE BEL COMMENTO, MI PIACE TANTO IL TESTO DI QUESTA CANZONE ANCORA GRAZIE
Machi155
@tavano007 GRAZIE BELLO