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I would like to meet you outside the gates of a factory (plant), I would like to meet you along the roads leading to India I would like to meet you but I do not know what I would do: perhaps I 'd suddenly cry of joy. I would like to find you while you sleep in a sea of grass and then take you to my house on the cliff, show you the memories of what I have been, show you the statue of what I am now. I would like to know you but I do not know what to call you, I would like to follow you but the people overwhelms you: I was waiting for you when it was raining outside, and my room was filled with silence for you. I would like to meet just when I'm about to fall, among thousand faces just recognize you, sing your song, sing it to me: maybe one day I'll sing for you. I would like to know you but I do not know what to call you, I would like to follow you but the people overwhelms you: I was waiting for you when it was raining outside, and my room was filled with silence for you. I would like to meet you outside the gates of a factory, I would like to meet you along the roads leading to India I would like to meet you but I do not know what I would do: perhaps I'd suddenly cry of joy -
The sea in winter is just a movie in black and white seen on TV. And inward, some cloud from the sky going down. Wet sand, a letter that the wind is taking away, invisible points chased by dogs, tired whirls of old seagulls. And me staying here looking for a cafe.. The sea in winter is a concept thought does not consider . It 's barely modern, it's something that no one ever wants. Hotels closed, advert posters already worn out cars trace grooves on roads where rain does not fall in the summer And I can not even talk to myself. Sea .... nobody ever comes here to drag me away. Sea .... nobody ever comes here to keep us company. Sea ... I can not stand seeing you like this because this wind stirs me too, stirs me too. the cold weather will come to pass and the beach will slowly acquire color The radio and the newspapers and meaningless music will spread '. New adventures, lit-up nightclubs full of lies. But around evening, a strange concert and a beach umbrella that stays open. I dive perplexed into already lived moments. Sea .... nobody ever comes here to drag me away. Sea .... nobody ever comes here to keep us company. Sea .... I can not stand seeing you like this because this wind stirs me too, stirs me too..... This wind stirs me too.
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Take a woman,tell her you love her Write her love songs,send her roses and poems Give her heart shapes too Make her feel important Give her the best of the best you've got Try to be a tender lover Be always near her Resolve her troubles And be sure she will leave you Who is too much loved will not give back love And be sure she will leave you Who love less is always the strongest Take a woman,treat her bad Make her wait you for hours Don't show up and when you call her Act as you do her a favor Make her feel less important Balance good love and cruelty Try to be a tender lover But out of the bed show no pity And then you'll see she will love you Who less loves more love gets in return And then you'll see she will love you Who love less is the strongest one No my dear friend I do not agree,you speak a hurt man A good girl,like the bread..and she is gone And you didn't resist there are no laws in love Just be who you are Leave the door of your heart open And you'll see a woman is looking for you What's a man without love? You do agree with me on this What's a man without love? This is the only law that exists..
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1. Absent For This Consumed World (1:05) 2. Ora Non Ricordo Piu (1:47) 3. Il Suono Del Silenzio (5:16) 4. Mi Sono Svegliato E... Ho Chiuso Gli Occhi (4:19) 5. Lei Sei Tu: Lei (2:04) 6. La Mia Musica (4:10) 7. Johann (1:23) 8. Scotland Machine (3:06) 9. Cella 503 (3:18) 10. Contaminazione 1760 (1:04) 11. Alzo Un Muro Elettrico (2:55) 12. Sweet Suite (2:17) 13. La Grande Fuga (3:42) - Not here due to copyright issues - Pino Ballarini /vocals, percussion - Enzo Vita / guitars - Franco Di Sabbatino / keyboards, Hammond B, harmonium, synths (Eminent, VCS, ARP, Moog) - Stefano Urso / bass - Gino Campoli / drums
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On guitar: Alberto Radius ( band "Formula 3") Loaded trains from Albania bring so many foreigners to Siberia antique carpets, Indian merchants put on houses between Russia and China Roads of the East. Pushed by the Turks and the Iraqis here made camp Mustafa Mullah Barazani Eastern roads of vast horizons hidden cities of Persian language hence the End. They Tell stories of Princesses locked in castles for too much beauty Lotus flowers, beautiful gardens And Leningrad today ... At night you can still happen to hear the sounds of harmoniums out of breath and old Kurds for a thousand years offer their chest to Novenas ... Roads Of The East
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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.
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1 La Terra -00:00 2 Miña-10:30 3 Mud-18:21 4 Sar -25:57 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aktuala
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Based on a Native American legend reported and adapted by Jaime de Angulo about a man falling ill because his shadow has been stolen by a water flea https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelo_Branduardi
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pino_Daniele
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TDOB was an Italian Musician by the name of Mario Battaini - RIP who plays all instruments on track It became quite a hit in Europe at the end of the 60's
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Vasco Rossi - Splendida Giornata (Beautiful Day) - live
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San Siro Stadium - Milan, Italy 2003 Doesn't matter if it's OVER doesn't matter if my THROAT is burned (OR NOT) what really matters is that it's been A WONDERFUL DAY A WONDERFUL DAY extra-spoiled, very much lived with NO TRUCE A WONDERFUL DAY ALWAYS WITH HEART IN my THROAT until evening will come doesn't matter if it's OVER doesn't matter WHETHER OR NOT it was MY LIFE what really COUNTS is THAT it HAS BEEN A FANTASTIC DAY ....SOFT A WONDERFUL DAY ALWAYS BEGINNING WITH A SHY DAWN A WONDERFUL DAY HOW MANY FEELINGS OR EMOTIONS DO YOU WANT THEN AT THE END IT WILL KNOCK YOU OUT doesnt matter IF IT'S OVER doesn't matter IF MY THROAT IS BURNED OR NOT doesn't matter IF IT LASTED WHAT REALLY MATTERS IS THAT'S BEEN A WONDERFUL DAY VERY MUCH LIVED, VERY MUCH SPOILED , dazed A WONDERFUL DAY ALWAYS WITH THE SUN IN MY FACE UP TO EVENING AND THAT THE EVENING WILL BE ...AGAIN https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasco_Rossi Saw him twice.....Good shows -
Napoli Centrale (name indicates Naples' main train station) were formed in Naples in 1974 on the initiative of James Senese (sax, vocals) 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 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) 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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The TV remains off and I don't watch it anymore I feel a lump in my throat that is difficult to swallow I'm smoking a little, I go through the curtains Grey skies lead me, I'm not leaving because I'm overtaken by A nostalgy that rises slowly, like never before I'm thinking about you, I'm asking myself now where are you and what you do Who knows if you have ever thought about me About our fire that was burining and now became ashes But everything goes by, and even if it feels strange I'm smiling, because I know That today I won't call you up Whatever will be, will be - and I'm ok with it Whatever was, it's now gone away and it's past if you keep it And it's already raining really hard, the rain wets my skin But I'll dry myself because I know That time moves in circles, and a little time is what it takes While a good guy is warding off evil spirits Waiting for the sun Today there's no sun around to save me To shine and warm me up I want the sun I'm searching for a new light in the confusion of a good guy And today is just like yesterday But maybe it's just a sensation Invention of the good guy's mind There will be no sun It will seem that everything stays the same Whatever will be, will be I'm in a bad mood But no one calls me and I don't know who to call I'm trying to move on and think only about what I have to do Oh, Jesus, Jesus, I'm the victim of demons which are coming back for me My naughty thoughts that are waiting for me Haunting, talking and talking Where are the rays that were warming up the good guy Where are the others who choosed to be like me, now that I'm in the cyclone Later on I'll find my remedy Later on I'll mix the roots and culture, pure energy The music dedicates me these words I'll chase these rhymes and I know that sun will come back sooner or later Today there's no sun around to save me To shine and warm me up I want the sun I'm searching for a new light in the confusion of a good guy Whatever happens, happens itself I only count on myslef, and I already know that you already know that Boy does what he has to do when there's no love I must beg because there's a lack of money in my pocket It's always more and more difficult to keep yourself calm in such situation I don't want to do it anymore I'm starting from zero, I know that in this way I have to go but There's no light anymore, only a darkness that hurts There's no peace anymore, only the anger that grows every day I know very well where I'm now and I want to stay here Feel the beat, if you're listening come and pick me up Kidnap me Music strikes the heart Boom cha boom and there's no pain anymore Stretch out your healing hands to the good guy While he's waiting for the sun Today there's no sun around to save me To shine and warm me up I want the sun I'm searching for a new light in the confusion of a good guy
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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
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Italian perussionist , drummer & composer ( from Naples)...Has played ( in albums & live concerts) with Alan Sorrenti, Pino Daniele-RIP, Perigeo, etc
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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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Take a woman,tell her you love her Write her love songs,send her roses and poems Give her heart shapes too Make her feel important Give her the best of the best you've got Try to be a tender lover Be always near her Resolve her troubles And be sure she will leave you Who is too much loved will not give back love And be sure she will leave you Who love less is always the strongest Take a woman,treat her bad Make her wait you for hours Don't show up and when you call her Act as you do her a favor Make her feel less important Balance good love and cruelty Try to be a tender lover But out of the bed show no pity And then you'll see she will love you Who less loves more love gets in return And then you'll see she will love you Who love less is the strongest one No my dear friend I do not agree,you speak a hurt man A good girl,like the bread..and she is gone And you didn't resist there are no laws in love Just be who you are Leave the door of your heart open And you'll see a woman is looking for you What's a man without love? You do agree with me on this What's a man without love? This is the only law that exists..
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1. Svegliati Edgar (wake up, Edgar) 2. Mr. E. Jones 3. Viaggio Nel Mondo Dei Sogni ( journey into the dreamworld) 4. Un'Ora Del Tuo Tempo (an hour of your time) 5. Fumo Di Una Sigaretta (cigarette smoke) 6. Illusione Da Poco (smalltime delusion) 7. Premio Di Una Vita ( lifetime prize) 8. Un Altro Giorno ( another day) - Claudio Ghiglino / guitar, vocals - Giorgio Usai / keyboards - Enrico Casagni / bass, flute, vocals - Paolo Siani / drums, vocal - Antonello Gabelli / guitar, vocals Review by loserboy PROG REVIEWER "Mr. E Jones" was NUOVA IDEA's 2nd release and in my opinion is another superb 70's Italian Prog release. With major mood and atmosphere swings, NUOVA IDEA take us from hard edged acid-like keyboard driven progressive jams to soft caressing mellotron led tranquil moments. Vocals are excellent and well suited to the music. In many ways "Mr. E. Jones" is my favorite of Nuova IDEA's first 3 exceptional releases. "Mr. E. Jones" carries a real heavy 70's feel with loads of dark keyboards and expressive vocals and guitars. The lighter sections of the album kind of reminds me of early CAMEL at times actually. A wonderful recording which Italprog heads will love.
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Song talks about the theft of the painting at the Louvre 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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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 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
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"Il Dio Serpente" ( the Snake God) soundtrack
