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Great singer / songwriter......Good lyrics usually..... Many years ago he got kidnapped (along with his GF Dori Ghezzi, another singer herself) and then released after months by Sardinian criminals for a ransom Sung along w vocalist Ivano Fossati https://lyricstranslate.com/en/anime-salve-safe-souls.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fabrizio_De_André
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Franco Califano AKA "Il Califfo" (The Caliph... playing with his last name) as he used to be a famous womanizer ( he even wrote books about his life/love/sex experiences as a sort of how-to manual.....) Song is / has been brutally sincere ( for some / many of us) and hypocrisy-free ...Unfortunately ( so far 2 marriages and 2 divorces for me..Just saying...Love is a complex thing in the least....) Franco has written some beautiful songs for many Italian artists ( besides himself)...Mia Martini & others..... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franco_Califano Si, d'accordo l'incontro/ yeah ok, the date un'emozione che ti scoppia dentro/ a great emotion exploding inside you l'invito a cena dove c'è atmosfera/ the invite to dinner here there's a certain mood la barba fatta con maggiore cura./ the beard shaved more accurately la macchina a lavare ed era ora/ the car to wash and now hai voglia di far centro quella sera/ you really wanna make an impression on her si d'accordo ma poi../ yes, ok, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Si, lo so il primo bacio/yeah, i know, the first kiss il cuore ingenuo che ci casca ancora/ the naive heart still falling for that col lungo abbraccio l'illusione dura/ with a long embrace the illusion lasts rifiuti di pensare a un'avventura./ you refuse to think about a one-night-stand Poi dici cose giuste al tempo giusto/ then you say the right things at the right moment e pensi il gioco è fatto è tutto a posto/ and you think, "it's done, everything is perfect" si,d'accordo ma poi.../ yeah, ok, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Poi la notte d'amore/ then the night of love per sistemare casa un pomeriggio/ to tidy up the house one afternoon sul letto le lenzuola color grigio/ gray sheets on the bed funziona tutto come un orologio./ everything works as a clock La prima sera devi dimostrare/ the first night you have to prove che al mondo solo tu sai far l'amore/ to the world you're the only one who can make love si, d'accordo ma poi../ yeah, whatever but then Tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no,non ho detto noia/ i didn't say bore ma noia, noia, noia,/but bore bore bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Si d'accordo il primo anno/yeah, ok the first year ma l'entusiasmo che ti resta ancora/ but the enthusiasm still left è brutta copia di quello che era/ is only a bad copy of the one you had cominciano i silenzi della sera/ and silences start at night inventi feste e inviti gente in casa/ you make up parties and invite people at home così non pensi almeno fai qualcosa/ so you don't think at least you have something to do si, d'accordo ma poi../Yeah, whatever, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom
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Have been loving his songs for decades There's a festival here in Italy in his name searching and awarding quality artists every year Quando la sera me ne torno a casa When I come home in the evening non ho neanche voglia di parlare I'm not even in the mood to talk tu non guardarmi con quella tenerezza Don't look at me with that tenderness come fossi un bambino che ritorna deluso like a child that comes back disappointed si lo so che questa non è certo la vita Yes, I know this surely ain't the life che hai sognato un giorno per noi you once dreamed about for us vedrai, vedrai you'll see, you'll see vedrai che cambierà you'll see it will change forse non sarà domani maybe not tomorrow ma un bel giorno cambierà but someday it will change vedrai, vedrai you'll see, you'll see non son finito sai I am not done here, you know non so dirti come e quando I don't know how or when ma vedrai che cambierà but you'll see it will change preferirei sapere che piangi I'd rather know you're crying che mi rimproveri di averti delusa than to reproach me that I've let you down e non vederti sempre così dolce and not to see you this sweet again accettare da me tutto quello che viene accepting anything coming from me mi fa disperare il pensiero di te I get crazy thinking of you e di me che non so darti di più and thinking that I don't know how to give you more vedrai, vedrai you'll see, you'll see vedrai che cambierà you'll see it will change forse non sarà domani maybe not tomorrow ma un bel giorno cambierà but someday it will change vedrai, vedrai you'll see, you'll see no, non son finito sai no, I'm not done here non so dirti come e quando I don't know how or when ma un bel giorno cambierà. but someday it will change. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luigi_Tenco
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Meaning... those who believe they are always thinking the RIGHT thing...no doubts whatsoever ... NOT meaning people politically on the right...Just to be clear In the translation I do realize it's very difficult for non-Italians to get the sense of some typical Italian expressions which is really complicated to render in the Anglo-American culture ( and consequently in translation)...As some lines are typical of Italian culture and way of living...So some stuff may sound real weird and/or absurd to other cultures and it'd get too long to try and explain everything behind the meaning....Sorry about that They're all around us, among us, in many cases we are the ones making promises that we never keep, unless for selfish reasons. The only end is usefulness, the means are every possibility, the stakes as high as can be, and winning is an imperative - and don't give anybody else a chance to participate. In the logic of this game, the only rule is being shrewd: no scruples, no respect for others because the last ones will remain the last if the first are inaccessible. They are many of them, arrogant with the weakest, servile with the powerful, they are replicants (1), they are all identical, look at them: they hide behind masks and they're indistinguishable. They climb upwards like lizards, and if they lose their tail, they buy a new one. They do what they want so that people will know what they've done: they spend money, spread money, they are what they own.... Chorus: They are all around me, but they don't speak to me.... They are like me, but they feel better than me.... (x2) ... and just like suppositories, they live in fully-optioned blisters, with dogs louder than 120 decibels and more dwarves than in Disneyland, they live with the fear of looking poor: they show what they have, all the rest they lust after, then they buy, in constant escalation with their neighbour: from the lawn up to the sky, they have more satellite dishes (2) on their roofs than Mark has paraboles in Gosepl.... They are those who wash their cars on Saturdays and then spend the evenings scorching the asphalt and hitting little kids, they are average (3), like the class they're part of, they are ground-ground(4) like the missiles they look like. Uptight, they cover themselves in powder (5), soaked in alcohol and then they smash themselves against a tree - BOOM! - Noses white as Fruit of the Loom that become redder than a level of Doom (6). Chorus: They are all around me, but they don't speak to me.... They are like me, but they feel better than me.... (x2) Each one out for himself, keeping God for himself, holding hands across the church pews on Sundays - hypocritical hands - hands that do things you don't talk about, in fear the other hands might talk - what a scandal - hands that then sign petitions for expulsions (7), hands as smooths as castor oil (8), hands that wield billy clubs, hands that stuff their pockets with jewelry, hands that climb on the back of their brothers. Those that say, it's no longer safe to walk at night, those who go with a ***** while their sons watch TV, those who act like the bossman, those that buy "Class" (9), those who are so sophisticated they call the NAS (10), plastic nightmares, those who would like to set every gypsy woman on fire, but the only ones they turn on is those who give them charity each night, when I hide myself on the dark side of their Black Moon (11).
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Song talks about the theft of the painting at the Louvre (real story) a long time ago (around 1920 / 30) by an Italian who later when caught stated "he wanted to take it back home (Italy) where it belonged" Yes, I want to steal it, I would like to steal what belonged to me yes, I would steal it and hide it in a case of potatoes, potatoes. The Paris keeper spying on kindergarten baby-girls now has his mouth full of tickets of the museum, the museum. Up there an owl screams and I have not yet started my job... now. Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa ... The school is a great thing and especially if they teach you to love the masterpieces of the past, but it is a pity that you can not see them nor touch them. And culture smiles at me between the shadows and velvet curtains and I'm torturing the canvas with a razor and nails, and nails The keeper is complaining, probably wants another punch on the head now. Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa ... Downstairs they are screaming, certainly they tell me to leave I do not get French , therefore I'm gonna stay here a little longer and think, think The keeper is complaining, probably wants another punch on the head now. Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, Lisa Mona Lisa ... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mona_Lisa
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With Rufus Thomas-RIP https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zucchero_Fornaciari https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rufus_Thomas https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/8177911/Zucchero+%26+Co./Diavolo+in+Me+(A+Devil+in+Me)
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1969 track Saw them more than 35 years ago.....Good band Alberto Radius ( in the middle) used to be one of the best Italian guitarists back then.......Has collaborated w many artists ( Battiato & others) while pursuing a solo career recording a few albums after leaving band https://lyricstranslate.com/en/questo-folle-sentimento-crazy-feeling.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Formula_3_(band)
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Old expression: Roma Caput Mundi (latin)....Meaning Rome head / capital of the world....Indeed a beautiful city A dedication to his hometown Saw him in concert in 1975 ( he was opener for jazz-rock band " Perigeo") and then again in 1976 ( Sung in Roman dialect which is very similar to proper Italian unlike other Italian dialects) How beautiful you are oh Rome in the evenings when the moon reflects itself inside the big fountain and the couples desert the streets How beautiful you are oh Rome when it rains How great you are oh Rome when it’s dusk and the orange turns red on top of your seven hills and the windows are like numerous eyes that seem to tell you: how beautiful you are! Today it feels like if time had stopped here I see the majesty of the Colosseum I see the sanctity of the big Dome and I am more alive and I am better no, I’ll never leave you Rome, head of this infamous world a carriage drives away two foreigners a second-hand dealer asks you if you’ve got some rags the bedraggled sparrows are nightingales I was born in Rome I discovered you this morning https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonello_Venditti
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The man was paralyzed and would appear on stage in his wheelchair...RIP And now what will I do, I do not know what to say it's cold just alike when I was alone I've always written the verses with the pen not Strict work orders . I always hated pigs and pimps And those who stole a salary The fakes making a career With certain services out of hours I will sing my songs along the road And will address life hard-facedly A warrior without a country and without a sword With one foot in the past And the look straight ahead and open in the future. I spent four centuries of life And I made many travels in the deserts Because I wanted to say what I think I wanted to go ahead with open eyes Now I should make songs With the exact dosages of experts Maybe then dress like a fool To look like a moron in concerts. I will sing my songs along the road And will address life hard-facedly A warrior without a country and without a sword With one foot in the past And the look straight ahead and open in the future. I do not know if I was ever poet And I do not care to know I'll fill the glasses with my wine I do not know how it tastes but I invite you to drink it And the mental masturbations I leave them to those who are mature at the right point I want to tell my songs to those Who know how to masturbate for the taste. I will sing my songs to the road And will address life hard-facedly A warrior without a country and without a sword With one foot in the past And the look straight ahead and open in the future. And I do not know if I will have friends to supply me with a chorus Or if I will only have unfamiliar faces I will sing my songs to all of them And at the end of the road I 'll be able to say that I have lived my days https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierangelo_Bertoli
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RIP Massimo Riva (vocalist) Ok yeah....Allright Tonight I'm staying with you Ok Yeah... You'll see Tonight You'll die! Take all you want Tonight we won't ever leave each other It's your lips making me cry by now Sometimes when you kiss me I believe I'd die If you weren't around I could not live My life is only yours and you know this Ok Yeah Take whatever you want Tonight we won't ever leave each other Ok Yeah Just do whatever you want to me But remember that you'll cry afterwards Ok Yeah......Allright Original Italian Lyrics Ok sì... va beh! Questa notte sto con te. Ok sì... vedrai... Questa notte morirai! Ok Ok Ok sì... Ok sì! Prendi tutto quel che vuoi! Questa notte non ci lasceremo mai! Sono le labbra tue che mi fan piangere oramai. Quando mi baci a volte credo che io morirei. Se non ci fossi tu io non potrei vivere. La mia vita è solo tua e tu lo sai. Ok sì... va beh! Ok... sì... va beh! ...va beh! ... va beh! Ok sì!! Prendi tutto ciò che vuoi! Questa notte non ci lasceremo mai!! Ok sì! Fammi tutto quel che vuoi! Ma ricordati che dopo piangerai!! Ok sì!! Ok sì!! They used to be singer Vasco Rossi's first band...This song would have been just perfect for Vasco's style imho......
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RIP Francesco Di Giacomo (vocalist) 00:00 Canto nomade per un prigioniero politico (Nomad song for a political prisoner) 15:45 Non mi rompete ( Leave me alone...literally "don't break me"...) 20:52 La città sottile ( Subtle city) 28:04 Dopo... niente è più lo stesso ( Afterwards...Nothing is the same anymore) 37:59 Traccia II ( Track II) Banco del mutuo soccorso could be translated more or less like this: Mutual rescue/help bank Francesco Di Giacomo / lead vocals - Marcello Todaro / electric & acoustic guitars - Gianni Nocenzi / electric & acoustic pianos - Vittorio Nocenzi / organ, spinet, synths - Renato D'Angelo / bass, acoustic guitar - Pier Luigi Calderoni / drums, percussion https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banco_del_Mutuo_Soccorso Review by loserboy PROG REVIEWER Now here is a great recording that will please all fans of Italian Prog. Sophisticated yet delicately beautiful tension building prog with a touch of the ol' psycho - bizarre. This is in my opinion BANCO's finest hour with amazing keyboard work. "Non Mi Rompete" is one of my all time favorite progressive rock tracks as it reaches out with a very sweet spirtual element. This is pure classic prog of the highest intelligence which will please all fans of PFM and Le ORME. "Io Sono nato libero" is a complete recording and offers a wide range from the organ drenched materpiece "Canto Nomande Per Un Prigioniero Politico"...to the acoustic guitar Soliloquy "Non Mi Rompete". Once again all the lyrics are in Italian so be warned for those who are linguistic-centric! For the rest this will be an album of choice. What always stands out for me on this album is the amount of classical piano used and how well it mixes witht eh rest of the instruments. Fabulous music.....It is essential! umb's note: Saw them twice......Great Concerts .....Talented musicians....One of their secrets is the 2 keyboards players ( Nocenzi Bros.) Canto nomade...Nomad chant for a political prisoner https://songstranslation.com/banco-del-mutuo-soccorso/canto-nomade-per-un-prigioniero-politico/ What are you, city non-city? Lyrics start of " Subtle city" https://songstranslation.com/banco-del-mutuo-soccorso/la-citt-sottile/ Non mi rompete ( leave me alone) https://songstranslation.com/banco-del-mutuo-soccorso/non-mi-rompete/ Dopo ..Niente e' piu' lo stesso ( afterwards..Nothing is the same anymore) https://songstranslation.com/banco-del-mutuo-soccorso/dopo-niente-pi-lo-stesso/
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Carlo Marrale, Antonella Ruggiero - vocals https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Matia-Bazar/Cavallo-bianco/translation/english https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matia_Bazar
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Strage di Reggio Emilia [Reggio Emilia Massacre]: Five Trade Unionists, including three Italian Partisan veterans, are shot by police in Reggio Emilia, Italy. Following the announcement in June 1960 by the fascist MSI party that its national conference will be held in Genoa, a city famous for its resistance to Fascism, workers in Genoa organised a series of wildcat strikes. In clashes with police, one anti-Fascist trade unionist is killed. In response, the Italian General Confederation of Labour calls a national strike. In the city of Reggio Emilia, 20,000 workers take to the streets. The only 'official' space allowed - the Verdi Hall which has 600 seats - is too small to contain the crowd, so a group of 300 workers from the Officine Meccaniche Reggiane (Reggiane Mechanical Workshops) gather in front of the War memorial, singing anti-Fascist songs. The police charge and attack the crowd with tear gas and water canon. Workers man barricades and fight back. Dejected by the resistance of the protesters, the police take out their guns and start shooting. Five are killed and sixteen are wounded. Those killed: · Lauro Farioli (b. 1938), aged 22, married father of one. · Ovidio Franchi (b. 1941), aged 22, the youngest of the fallen. · Marino Serri (b. 1919), aged 41, a veteran of the 76th Partisan Brigade (Squadre di azione patriottica). · Afro Tondelli (b. 1924), aged 36, also a veteran of the 76th Partisan Brigade (Squadre di azione patriottica). · Emilio Reverberi (b. 1921), aged 39 years, a veteran of the 144a Brigata Garibaldi. The dead were imortalised in the famous song by Fausto Amodei entitled 'Per i morti di Reggio Emilia' (To the Dead of Reggio Emilia). "Compagno Ovidio Franchi, compagno Afro Tondelli, / e voi Marino Serri, Reverberi e Farioli / dovremo tutti quanti aver d'ora in avanti / voialtri al nostro fianco per non sentirci soli" (Comrade Ovidio Franchi, comrade Afro Tondelli / and you, Marino Serri, Reverberi and Farioli / from now on, we'll act as if you were beside us / by our side forever, so not to feel alone.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stormy_Six You comrade and citizen, you brother partisan let's hold all by the hand in these saddest days: again in Reggio Emilia, again down there in Sicily some comrades have fallen by the hand of the fascists And again like in the past days all Italy is swept by raging winds and the storm is blowing Ovidio Franchi died at the age of nineteen for those who feel tired or are prey to doubt. Lauro Farioli died so to remedy your fault if you've already forgotten Duccio Galimberti. They all died about twenty, they died for our future, they all died like old partisans. Marino Serri died, so did Afro Tondelli, but all our brothers have kept their eyes dry. Comrades, never forger that this bitter blood shed in Reggio Emilia is our own blood. Blood of our own blood, nerves of our own nerves just like the blood of the Cervi brothers (seven brothers killed by the fascists). The only true friend staying beside us now is always the same who was with us on the mountains, and the enemy is always and will always be the same as that we fought against on the mountains and in Spain And it's the same song that we have to sing: We got worn shoes, and yet we've to go on. Comrade Ovidio Franchi, comrade Afro Tondelli, and you, Marino Serri, Reverberi and Farioli, from now on, we'll act as if you were beside us, by our side forever, so not to feel alone. Fallen of Reggio Emilia, get out from your grave, get out and sing with us Bandiera Rossa (red flag), get out and sing with us Bandiera Rossa! http://democracyandclasstruggle.blogspot.com/2019/01/morti-di-reggio-emilia-stormy-six.html Cervi brothers ( mentioned in song) massacre https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cervi_Brothers
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Italian musician (real name : Mario Battaini-RIP)....He plays all instruments here Track became rather successful in Italy and Europe at the end of the 60's / beginning of 70's Originally composed by a UK or US composer ( can't recall exactly) if I'm not mistaken
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City is Firenze (Florence)...Band's hometown Years later band split up and vocalist / leader Piero Pelu' went on a solo career https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Litfiba/Spirito/translation/english
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Great voice...One of our best female vocalists how could i be able to understand the man you are how would i be able to discover then fantasies that you want i would arrive there deep inside you in your silences exciting always more how would i be able to astonish the man you are when you’re there and you dont know which flight to take how would i be able to recall your eyes and fix[stick] them with mine always more exciting in the world that gives us solitude why dont you have some rest with me how would i be able to love you no one would ever know how would i be able to succeed you still dont know it i will give my whole soul you’re my life [how much life you are - literaly (:] to live now like i’d know i wish that the skin connect us i wish that the stars are there everytime when i’m with you how would i be able to love you no one will ever know how would i be able to succeed you still dont know it i will give my whole soul you’re my life to live now how would i be able how much love there is ready to explode in me you’re my life to live now yes, now like i’d know https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giorgia_(singer)
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Perigeo - La Valle Dei Templi ( Valley of temples) 1975
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With Toni Esposito ( as guest) - percussion The keyboardist Franco D'Andrea is from Merano which is not too far from my hometown Side A Tamale – 4:29 (Giovanni Tommaso) La valle dei templi – 6:12 (Bruno Biriaco) Pts.1&2 Looping – 3:03 (Franco D'Andrea) Mistero della Firefly – 6:58 (Giovanni Tommaso) Pensieri – 2:15 (Bruno Biriaco) Side B Periplo – 5:04 (Giovanni Tommaso) Eucalyptus/Alba di un mondo – 3:46 (Claudio Fasoli) Cantilena – 3:55 (Franco D'Andrea) 2000 e due notti – 5:35 (Giovanni Tommaso) Un cerchio giallo – 4:30 (Tony Sidney) Saw them in 1975.......Really good.... Antonello Venditti was the opener Was very pleased when once ( ages ago....1977) I found this record in the album collection at some US friends home in Seattle...... Review by Cesar Inca SPECIAL COLLABORATOR Honorary Collaborator Having started as a traditional jazz ensemble in the late 60s, with the turn of a new decade Perigeo tuned in for the prog rock wave and expanded their style as they began their recording career. Not that they became less jazzy, but definitely they became more sensitive and receptive towards the jazz fusion influence of Return to Forever and Weather Report, post-Wyatt Soft Machine, and even some occasional colours of "Caravanserai"-era Santana latin jazz and a bit of prog-oriented psychedelic sounds. By the time they recorded this, their album no. 4, Perigeo was a well known act in the avant- garde jazz circuits of Italy. The catchy opening track is a perfect example of the band's ability to write attractive musical ideas and technical proficiency (perhaps this is the Perigeo album to start with). Then comes the title track, which starts with a brief orchestrated intro founded on a few gong bangs, and an exotic passage based on a Latin- like piano motif accompanied by soft electric piano, humming, and wind chimes; then comes the main motif, again, a well crafted exercise of jazz fusion. Other amazing examples of Perigeo stuff are 'Mistero della Firefly' and 'Periplo'. On the softer side of things, 'Pensieri' stands out as a piece of sheer beauty in a reflective mood, despite its short duration. On the other hand, '2000 e Due Notti' exposes a dense ambience created by somber synth layers, dramatic sax lines, and floating guitar leads, all of them assembled upon a languid tempo heavily carried on by the drummer and the bassist - a mesmerizing combination of exotism and dark mystery. Overall, the clever inventiveness shown in the guitar/sax/keyboard solos, avoiding gratuitous pyrotechnics in order to keep a focus on the essential composed ideas; meanwhile, the rhythm section works with solid effectiveness and fluid precision. Definitely, a Perigeo album is not something to be recommended to any prog fan that usually feels repelled by "too much jazz", but it sure can be a satisfying experience for those who crave for something other than only symph prog from Italy. Excellent! -
When I saw you arrive so beautiful as you are it did not seem possible to me that with so many people around you'd notice just me it felt like flying right here in my room like in a dream more inside you I've known you forever and I' ve loved you since no time (never) Pretend you'll never leave me even though it will have to end sooner or later this long love story now it's already late but it's still early if you leave Pretend that it's just for the two of us time will go by but this long love story will not now it's already late but it's still early if you leave it's too late but it's early if you leave https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gino_Paoli
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Singer / songwriter from Naples...His brother Eugenio is a member of traditional song band " Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare" A week a day or just an hour sometimes is worth a lifetime time flies by and steals what you got I don't know how to talk about Love But I know that whenever you hold my hands tight I'd want Time to just freeze around us I wish that never never never nobody in the world ever could steal you, take you away just like this train is doing now and I know that never never never never any woman ever with just one look will be able to give me so much Sensations crowding my mind sweet sensations made of promises, kisses made of sounds in just one moment.. knowing you loving you and already knowing that that you got to go away that you got to go away, so far away I wish that never never never nobody in the world ever could steal you, take you away just like this train is doing now and I know that never never never never any woman ever with just one look will be able to give me so much no woman ever no woman ever none ever Sensations sensations that not even Time that not even Time will ever take away from me https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edoardo_Bennato
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Bass & keyboards : 2 "Area" band members https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eugenio_Finardi Saw him live in 1980 if I recall correctly...His beautiful voice along with his great band (talented bassist Stefano Cerri-RIP) Only translation I was able to find so far ("Liscio" genre he mentions in lyrics is a sort of Italian country music esp popular with aged folks in dance halls) https://flowlez.com/en/songs/diesel-661575/
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Napoli Centrale (name indicates Naples' main train station) were formed in Naples in 1974 on the initiative of James Senese (sax, vocals....later he will play with Pino Daniele-RIP & others) and Franco Del Prete (drums) after their experience in another band called the Showmen 2. They joined forces with American keyboardist Mark Harris and British bassist Tony Walmsley and in 1975 released an eponymous debut album blending in an original way Mediterranean roots and jazz rock. James Senese's father was an American soldier who had been working in the base of Naples and his mother was a Neapolitan girl, perhaps that's why the fusion between Afro-American music and Neapolitan folklore sounds so natural and authentic in the band's output. Franco Del Prete-RIP (umb's note: one of the best Italian drummers) committed lyrics in Neapolitan dialect add a touch of colour contributing to express what's an almost a tribal rage. They perfectly fit the music composed by James Senese where you can find influences ranging from Weather Report and Miles Davis to Osanna (Italian Band) That's the 1st band where Pino Daniele started his music career ( not in this album)...He'd play bass The opener "Campagna" (Countryside) begins softly with a short intro featuring shy flutes notes... Then the rhythm section starts pulsing while vocals describe in a caustic way how "beautiful" is the countryside. Lyrics depict the miserable life of the farm labourers, exploited by their greedy employers... "Countryside / How beautiful is the country... But it is more beautiful for the landlord!". The rhythm is full of energy and James Senese's draws fiery sax passages under a midday sun. This track was released also as a single and was quite successful in Italy. An absolutely unexpected result for such kind of song!
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Great song with powerful lyrics imo https://lyricstranslate.com/en/cyrano-cyrano.html-0 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyrano_de_Bergerac https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francesco_Guccini Saw him 3 times in concert...Really good
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RIP Francesco Di Giacomo ( vocalist) Side A In volo – 00:00 R.I.P. (Requiescant in pacem) –02:12 Passaggio – 08:56 Metamorfosi – 10:52 Side B Il giardino del mago – 21:08 ...passo dopo passo ...chi ride e chi geme... ...coi capelli sciolti al vento... Compenetrazione Traccia – 39:36 Saw them twice in concert ( 1972 and 1976).....Extra-good...One of their secrets is the double keyboards mode ( piano & organ, piano & piano, organ & organ)....Thanks Nocenzi brothers https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banco_del_Mutuo_Soccorso Review by Fitzcarraldo SPECIAL COLLABORATOR Honorary Collaborator http://www.progarchives.com/forum/uploads/avatars/20060430_164009_Fitzcarraldo.jpg http://www.progarchives.com/static-images/3stars.gif A very good debut album from an Italian band with an unusual, slightly avant-garde, sound. The album introduces the extremely competent keyboard skills of the two Nocenzi brothers. The most melodic and exciting track is 'RIP', a real foot-tapper at the beginning and then turning into a rich wave of sound, with Francesco Di Giacomo belting out the vocals. He does sound like he should be singing opera instead of rock though. 'Passaggio' is a short dabble on what sounds like a harpsichord or spinet (instruments not mentioned on the CD liner notes). 'Metamorfosi' is also very good, with electric organ 'metamorphosing' into some very competent piano playing, and back into some great Progressive Rock. 'Il Giardino Del Mago' (the wizard's garden) is very long and has distinct parts with different tempos and feel, some of it very frenetic keyboard playing of staccato, repetitive note sequences that are not particularly musically sophisticated in my opinion (somewhat of a BANCO trait). The final track 'Traccia' is very good: starting off with fast, repetitive piano but picking up percussion and other instruments along the way and turning into bombastic medieval-sounding music to which I can picture a big public procession marching. Possibly less interesting than later BANCO albums, this is nonetheless very good and, although I'm being hard in giving it 3 stars (Good, but non-essential), I wouldn't dream of not having it in my collection. But if you want only one or two examples of BANCO, you could do better than this.