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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/Premiata_Forneria_Marconi Saw them in concert in 1981.......Great
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Saw him in concert 3 times....Really good.....Great lyrics https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francesco_Guccini And while running she met me down the stairs almost nothing seemed to be changed in her to me. Then sadness enveloped us like honey for the time slipped on us. The sun going down already reddened the city before of us and now foreign and incredible and cold like an instant "deja vu" shadow of youth the fog was around us. Stable cars were looking us in silence, old walls were proposing new heroes. Ten years to tell each other, but sentences remained inside us "What do you do now? Do you remember...? Our times were beautiful! I have written you... It's one year... They told me you were still away" Then dinner at her home my new courtesy flatware coloured nostalgia. And sentences, like we were two olds, were running after time behind us. For the first time I saw those mirrors I understood pictures, ornaments and her parents. Our myths dead now, the discover of Hemingway, feeling new, things dreamed and now seen. My America and hers become in the way our city so sad. Papers and wind fly away at the station cold and lights on maybe for us there and finally in short her situation like a lot of our films. Like in a bad written book he killed himself in Christmas, but the sad story seemed to be absorbed by the dark. Poor friend who was telling ten year in few sentences and I (was telling) mine in one greeting. And I was thinking swung by the wagon "Dear friend, time takes and time gives. We always run in one direction, but who knows what is and what sense has! Timeless dreams remain, impressions of a moment, the lights of homes glimpsed in the darkness from a train. We are something that don't remain empty sentences in the head and the heart full of symbols.
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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 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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1 Introduzione 00:00 (Intro) 2 Primo Incontro 15:11 (1st Encounter) 3 Secondo Incontro 18:39 ( 2nd Enc) 4 Terzo Incontro 21:45 (3rd Enc) 5 Epilogo 26:18 (Epilogue) Bonus Tracks 6 La Tua Casa Comoda 37:48 (Your comfortable home)
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Franco Califano AKA "Il Califfo" (The Caliph... playing with his last name) as he was a famous womanizer ( he even wrote books about his life/love/sex experiences as a sort of how-to manual.....) 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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I don't know you I don't know who you are I know that you have erased my dreams with a gesture. I was born yesterday in your thoughts and yet now we're together. You know, I don't ask you how long you'll stay, my life lasts a day I'll know that I have seen it at least a day but I would have stopped it with you, With you that by now you're mine you, love, me together, together. I love you and I'll love you until you want and (even more) if you want it together, together with you. You, (you) love, me together, together. I don't know you I don't know who you are I know that you have erased my dreams with a gesture. I was born yesterday in your thoughts and yet now we're together. You know, I don't ask you how long you'll stay, my life lasts a day I'll know that I have seen it at least a day but I would have stopped it with you, With you that by now you're mine you, love, me together, together. you, love, me together, together. I was born yesterday in your thoughts and yet now we're together. You know, I don't ask you how long you'll stay, my life lasts a day I'll know that I have seen it at least a day but I would have stopped it with you, With you that by now you're mine you, love, me together, together. you, love, me together, together.
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Look at it, Professor, how blond that is... This starry night disappearing into the dark Look at it as it runs away just the same as you look at that woman friend of mine I know way back when you made a killing with the ladies I'm not calling you "Professor" for nothing Tell me Professor about the Silence about the blue countryside, tell me about the absinth ( hallucinogeous plant and drink used in the beginning of the 20th century) tell me about those months where you were locked up in the mountains with your black basque as if it were Spain again ( talks about the civil war between supporters of fascist dictator Franco and Republicans coming from all over the world to help spanish people to re-gain freedom.. Franco won that time sadly.. around 1935-36) Just light up a fire..... when it comes to this you're the Best also for this I call you "Professor" Explain to me, Professor about a woman who knows you just like this flame they say you haven't forgotten her she then went away but never got married anyway And from that day on you got your heart knitted up Also for this I call you "Professor" But do not talk about me The emptiness you feel exists it's not to be told We got stolen everything and what did you do? In your home you'd keep giving milk to your cat I too will have the right to be the worst Please will you excuse me, "Professor"
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She has been one of our greatest female singers no doubt...Too bad she left us way too early....She had a very tormented life unfortunately.....which ended tragically You know, people are weird, first they hate each other, and the they love each other they change mind suddenly, first the truth and then lie without seriousness, as if it was nothing you know,people are crazy, maybe too unsatisfied follow the world blindly When the fashion changes they also change continuously and foolishly. You, you that are different, at least you in the universe a point, you know, that doesn't rotate around me ever a sun that shines only for me as a diamond in the middle of the heart You, you that are different, at least you in the universe you won't change, tell me that you'll be honest forever and that you'll really love me, more, more, more You know, people are lonely, they console as they can to not make my mind get lost in conjecture, in fear in vain, and then for nothing You, you that are different, at least you in the universe a point, you know, that doesn't rotate around me ever a sun that shines only for me as a diamond in the middle of the heart You, you that are different, at least you in the universe you won't change, tell me that you'll be honest forever and that you'll really love me, more, more, more https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mia_Martini
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1.Allegro (00:00) 2.Adagio (Shadows 02:18) 3.Cadenza - Andante Con Moto (07:12) 4.Shadows (Tribute to Jimi Hendrix 11:25) 5.Nella Sala Vuota (Live Improvisation 16:54) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Trolls
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This is the original....Years later Laura Branigan would record the English version
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Alan Sorrenti's sister
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Song talks about the theft of the painting at the Louvre (real story) a long time ago 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 ...
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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!!
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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
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Real Name : Francesco Puccioni
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Endlessly.....You drag off our life Without a moment of breathing To dream To be able to remember What we have already lived Without an end Your a moment without end You have no yesterday You have no tomorrow Everything is in your hands by now Big hands Hands without an end I don't care about the moon I don't care about the stars You are moon and stars for me You are sun and heaven for me You are all that much for me That much I want to have Without an end La, la, la ,la Without an end
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1. Valzer Per Domani (2:12) 2. Mirafiori (5:55) 3. Saper Sentire (4:40) 4. Nove Lune Prima (0:55) 5. Mescal (2:00) 6. Mescalero (0:35) 7. Nove Lune Dopo (1:08) 8. Dimensione Terra (1:30) 9. Aria Pesante (3:53) 10. Consapevolezza Parte 1a (3:22) 11. Sagra (3:06) 12. Consapevolezza Parte 2a (1:12) 13. Rinuncia (2:48) 14. Marilyn (2:40) 15. Terminal (2:20)
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1. Tamale (4:32) 2. The valley of the temples: Pts. 1&2 (6:15) 3. Looping (3:06) 4. The firefly mystery (6:00) 5. Thoughts (2:15) 6. Periplus (5:05) 7. Eucalyptus / Dawn of a world (3:53) 8. Sing-song (3:57) 9. 2000 and two nights (5:36) 10. A yellow circle (4:31) Bruno Biriaco / drums, percussion, acoustic piano (2) - Franco D'Andrea / acoustic & electric pianos, synthesizers - Claudio Fasoli / alto, soprano & tenor saxophones - Tony Sidney / acoustic & electric guitars - Giovanni Tommaso / vocals, bass, double bass, synthesizers + Toni Esposito / percussion umb's note: Saw them in 1975....Great concert
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osanna
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He sings / plays 3 diff. parts / characters ( 2 men , 1 woman) in this song It's his fault! It's his fault! Believe me! You weren't there... you weren't there to defend me! And his determination was stronger than my will. And the innocent one... and the innocent one will pay. I know you won't believe... you won't believe me, but it's his fault! It's his fault! I don't care if you are going to drink false tears. I can tell you they're salty, I already drank them, by now. Anyway, everything she says is not real. Her sweetness has been even stronger than my honesty. And now, you're gonna believe her... you're gonna believe her. Poor my fall friend, I know: you're gonna believe her. I don't know... I don't know who I'd believe to. I just know that... I just know that, one of... just one of the three of you is gonna die! She was mine... she isn't anymore. Now, none knows who she belongs to... Go away! Go away! Move! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucio_Battisti