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/ elephantband / elephantband http://elephantband.bandcamp.com http://reverbnation.com/elephantofficial http://myspace.com/elephantspace _ elephant is the union of two couples of brothers from italy striving to have their say in the boundless musical world. the challenge of the band is to come up with a completely self-produced project that aims at keeping the artistic idea intact while attempting to maintain the highest standards. elephant is: luigi d'oriano, vincenzo d'oriano, andreas russo, erik russo. after a short amount of time spent together as musicians, a (soon to be published) 9 track album came up followed by a videoclip. elephant is an outcome of hard work, passion, frustration, hope, reason, instinct, self-indulgence, wisdom, excess, friendship, fight, brotherhood, anger, love. we hope you'll love it as much as we do. _ I've been playing a strange game to keep me safe and justified with cheeper words the wicked practice of marking out my own space as a furrow gouged with bleeding hands I sat to contemplate glad for my credits but just ephemerally satisfied I pretended happiness with an hypocritical smile on my face I looked around and saw a part of me so far as I was keeping sweep it aside I looked inside I was losing image losing consistence losing and merging into the surrounding environment there's still a thing I've not come to know was it me or the effect of an infection so many lives are living twice I don't think I'm out but tell me I am just paranoid there's still a doubt hassling my head was it me or the back of my reflection so many lies are circlin' round I'd like to spit out don't you hear the river of tears under our cities go back to the start reinventing everything go beck to the start have no fear for anything tracing lines out of my style tracing lines out of my style