INFO: [Davide's speaking] “Shabad” is a word from the Gurmuki language. It means “to cut”; cut one's fears, past, karma…. The inspiration for this work was my meeting with a woman able to see with her third eye. She found out that my fifth chakra, the center of the throat, was blocked. To release this block, I couldn't use nothing but my words. I had to speak, to draw those feelings and words stuck in my throat.
“What if I write some music?” I asked her.
“Why not?” she answered…
…So, let's cut; the first objective is the past. “Memories” has been written by William in 2001. I liked it from the first moment I heard it, ‘cause it contains that sweet melancholy of the memories of the past, but yet -since the time is not neatly divided- a sharp anxiety about the future, and also the placid tranquillity of the present.
But for the one who wishes to walk, time is just illusion; so, let's cut.
After talking to that woman, I realized a little problem; at that times I was traveling around Italy , without a precise goal, or -the worst thing- a time or a place to come back to. But the secret to face this situations is simply the art of cutting. So, I chose to return home and work on this album with my friends and brothers William and Enzo. In that moment I decided to bet my freedom; the same thing I did when, before I left for that journey, I left all the certainties that protected me, but that in the same time were suffocating me.
Sure, I wasn't absolutely going to hurry on my way home. I had to wait for the right moment to do it…
“Something on my fifth chakra” is the song I wrote to unlock my throat. Dedicated to some people that I'd like to discuss with, if only they had balls enough to leave the prejudices they found shelter in and confront with me and with the world face to face, ‘till the last one survives. Anyway I didn't want to lose my self in the rage; I don't like to be too serious.
The one who cuts mustn't be too much emotionally involved, to avoid the risk of cutting himself.
…My journey continued in a wonderful way; many friends and many coincidences, and most of all, the fact that I had no expectations, allowed me to reach wonderful and unexpected places; riding on the “Fate” (even if I don't like to call It with this name) I finally made my way back home, willing to work on some situation that I could not have solved wandering further.
It's not possible to cut something you don't hold in your hands…
In the eyes of every person is possible to see many things. Past, thoughts, fears, experiences…

Try it. Look in the eyes of your friends, of your girlfriend (or boyfriend) for 3, 11, 31 minutes…

I looked in a girl's eyes for 62 minutes, our breath keeping the same rhythm… It was simply wonderful.
You can see many thing in the eyes of every person, feelings and experiences of many kinds. But there is something that lies in the eyes of every man and woman, no matter his or her race, religion, or social position. It's the thirst of freedom. And when you love someone, you can't pretend you didn't notice this essential element.
We must be able to cut our selfishness, our dependence from the other, be complete on our own to crown each other. It's not that easy, you know, but I'm trying to…

This album is born under a gentle star, that's sure. Time was our main obstacle: yet I was lucky, and when I arrived home I found William, Enzo, Fabio (the guy from the recording studio) and Gatsu, in a period of relax, far from their usual occupations. They all where ready to walk on the second Ur project.
The synthesizers in “Lost inside your eyes” have been a wonderful gift. As we finished recording guitars and percussions, Enzo and me started talking about how good it would have been to play some violins in this song… Hearing our speech, Fabio told us that a friend of him, Davide, was about to arrive in the studio. This guy actually had a synth. So, the following evening, without troubles and for free, we had our violins.
“Roaming” was a song that Enzo wrote some time ago. It recalled me of those days spent travelling with no destinations, no complications, free from the weight of the time; flowing with the current, but always careful not to be swept away. Traveling like this is wonderful. So let's leave behind our fears, our mental schemes, our stupid and selfish behaviors that often turn themselves in a freaky morality...
It was very easy and very quick for me to distribute the forty copies of this demo. Well, it was free…
Anyway it's good to know that there are at least forty people (more than forty, ‘cause I couldn't give this demo to all the ones that I wanted) that you love or feel grateful to, or that you simply consider so nice.

To close this experience in the better way, there is nothing like expressing my gratitude. I wrote “Thanks” before leaving Florence , a place where I believed I found some certainties, but that in truth was full of fellows who were trying to freak me out. I was clueless, with no idea about what to do or where to go. But as soon as I calmed down myself, I realized that I already had many chances, and courage enough to pull something good out of them.

I really have to thank you, God, ‘cause I really had fun this year. For all the coincidences that brought me far, all the pain that arrived when I was starting to think I was invincible, all the people who gave me much without asking me anything in return (the world is full of them, even if sometimes it's hard to believe it). To Them and to You, God, goes my deepest gratitude.

Some time passed and I met a woman that was able to talk to angels. She told me that the Angel protecting me is called Uriel (Ur-i-el: the light of God. It's the Jewish word that I chose for the name of the band), and his task is to help people involved in works and projects. Is this a coincidence? I don't know. I don't want to get lost in some nasty mental trips. In this months I set myself free from many useless weights, and now I just want to fly, without any further thought. I just hope that our music could walk you in the best moments of your lives.

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