Bini & Martini is a duo composed of house music producers and DJs Gianni Bini and Paolo Martini, from Italy. They are known under a variety of pseudonyms, including House of Glass, Eclipse, The Goodfellas and The Groovelines.
Paolo Martini became a professional DJ in 1985 in the Venice area and started producing music in 1992 for a number of projects released by the Underground Music Movement (UMM) label. He also hosted a TV program on Italian television in 1992. Gianni Bini began producing in 1990, and the following year started a production team named Fathers Of Sound with Fulvio Perniola.
Bini and Martini met at UMM in 1996 and started producing tracks under the name House Of Glass, also founding the label Ocean Trax. Many of their tracks are released by British label Azuli Records. Their best known release is "Makes Me Love You", a rework of Sister Sledge's "Thinking Of You", released under the name Eclipse, that reached #25 in the UK Singles Chart in 1999.
The Buru Quartet is a literary tetralogy written by Indonesian author Pramoedya Ananta Toer. It is composed of the novels This Earth of Mankind, Child of All Nations, Footsteps, and House of Glass, published between 1980 and 1988.
Don‘t walk inside
I'm building me a house of broken glass.
Every shard
is taken out
from all new-laid scars on my soul -
it's my hope of shaking walls
There is my world,
far away from yours,
something like my own shell where I live my dreams.
Another lonely day I wake up in this place,
too sick and tired to be brave.
Don't give me away.
Forget about me.
That hell outside is space where I can't breath.
Lost and blind
I raise my arms
up to catch the stars in flight
to find a way back with their light.
There is my world,
far away from yours ,
something like my own shell where I live my dreams.
Another lonely day I wake up in this place,
too sick and tired to be brave.
Don't give me away.
Don't give my weakest point away
so loud.
Don't let somebody take me out
my glass embrace,
of this never-ending maze.
Don't break it down.
I'm still alive
and like the black sky
piecemeal all the ceiling's falling down
on me.
There is my world,
far away from your rotting world,
something like my own shell where I live my dreams.
Another lonely day I wake up in this place,
too sick and tired to be brave.
Don't give me away.
Another lonely day I wake up in this most hidden place,
too sick and tired to be brave.