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01 7/4 (Settequarti) 02 13/8 (Trediciottavi) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Trolls
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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) 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 depicts 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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Translation I say I'm staying here II get drunk and what can I do head is spinning but I want to talk' I say I'm staying here sadness goes away wine goes down but then it will end I will move Touching what I do not have I will smileГІ Weeping perhaps a bit ' But I do all by myself and I get drunk so that I won't see But I know that I'll make mistakes I feel at war and the rest I do not know. I say I'm staying here fear goes away And if I get asleep on the floor do not wake me up I say I'm staying here sometimes it needs to be done for all the confusion that goes on here I'll move etc. -
Woman, thought to have been the last person left in the world born in the 1800s, dies at her home in northern Italy Lin Jenkins Saturday 15 April 2017 18.52 BST Emma Morano, pictured in May 2016. Photograph: Antonino Di Marco/EPA https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/apr/15/worlds-oldest-person-emma-morano-dies-aged-117
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He sings / plays 3 diff. parts / characters ( 2 men , 1 woman) in this song Translation 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!
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Vasco Rossi - Splendida Giornata (Beautiful Day) - live
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San Siro Stadium - Milan, Italy 2003 Translation 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 Saw him twice in concert...Very energetic -
Oro Caldo ( Hot gold) Stanza Citta' (Room / city) Animale Senza Respiro ( Breathless animal)
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Composer, percussionist & drummer from Naples
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01 - Introduzione (Intro) 02 - Primo incontro (1st encounter) 03 - Secondo incontro (2nd) 04 - Terzo incontro (3rd) 05 - Epilogo (Epilogue) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Il_Balletto_di_Bronzo
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premiata_Forneria_Marconi
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Lato A 1 In volo – 00:00 2 R.I.P. (Requiescant in pace) – 02:17 3 Passaggio – 09:00 4 Metamorfosi – 10:17 Lato B Il giardino del mago – 21:10 a) ...passo dopo passo ...chi ride e chi geme... c) ...coi capelli sciolti al vento... d) Compenetrazione Traccia – 39:36 RIP Francesco Di Giacomo ( vocalist) Review by Gatot SPECIAL COLLABORATOR Honorary Collaborator If you ask me the best singing language that fit prog music despite English, it's probably Italian and the second one is Spain. And Banco has blended the Italian speaking lyrics with classical music, jazz and rock in perfect way through this excellent debut album which I consider one of the seventies prog icons. No one would argue about this, I think. This album delivers beautiful compositions with varieties of styles from soft to loud, and from classical outfit to rock with some nuance of opera especially through the album opener "In Volo" (2:13) which involves monologues and orchestration. It moves into more uplifting mood with guitar rhythm accompanying excellent vocal delivery under "R.I.P. (Requiescant in Pace)" (6:40). This second track offers jazzy style keyboard work augmented with nice insertions of guitar fills. I really enjoy the electric piano exploration in the middle of the track - it's stunning. Structure-wise it's relatively simple and the beauty of this track on the arrangement with instrument solos combined with good singing style. The combination of piano and vocal right after the middle of the track is also another point of attraction about this track - especially when piccolo inserts its sound beautifully. An excellent track. The bridge "Passaggio" (1:19) that contains a very nice keyboard / organ work with non-lyrical singing brings us to the fourth track 4 "Metamorfosi" (10:52) in elegant way: a combination of guitar, drum, and piano work in upbeat tempo. The organ fills the transition to nice piano solo. It's a memorable segment, I would say. For me, this classic music influenced piano solo has created an excellent enjoyment pleasure. Brilliant. Drums enter the music combined with nice organ fills as the track builds into a crescendo. Suddenly the track goes through a silent break continued wonderfully with organ solo. What an excellent break man! What follow is a fabulous exploration of organ work augmented in alternate with simple guitar fills as the music moves into various forms in smooth way. At the ending part the track offers great guitar solo followed with floating voice line in Italian accent. Awesome composition. The album offers an epic "Il Giardino del Mago" (18:26) that comprises four parts: a) ...passo dopo passo... ...chi ride e chi geme... c) ...coi capelli sciolti al vento... d) Compenetrazione . The epic starts of with a soft piano opening with nice melody augmented with some drum work especially at every end of the bars. The music flows with organ that brings all instruments work together to form a cohesive epic. The combination of vocal and keyboard / organ has created beautiful harmony. The epic moves to relatively complex arrangement in a faster tempo demonstrating excellent keyboard work in high energy. There are also excellent mellotron sounds. The epic concludes with an uplifting mood with complex arrangement and dynamic delivery that reminds me to ELP kind of music. It's an excellent epic. The concluding track of the album "Traccia" (2:10) serves like an epilogue with ELP like music augmented with non- lyrics singing, guitar and dynamic drumming. It's an excellent addition to any prog music collection that you should not miss. Keep on proggin' ..! Progressively yours,
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Translation 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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Meaning.. those who believe they are always thinking the RIGHT thing...no doubts whatsoever ... NOT people politically on the right...Just to be clear Translation 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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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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Saw them in 1973 ..They were presenting this album (Felona E Sorona)
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Translation I think positively because i am alive, i think positively because i am alive and because i am alive, nothing and nobody in the world could make me stop thinking, nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop, stop, stop this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes, this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes. I think positively, but that doesn't mean i don't see, I think positively about what i believe, I don't believe in uniforms, and less in sacred clothes, that more than once were ready to bless massacres, I don't believe in the fraternal hugs that are confused with chains. I just think that between bad and good, good is stronger. I think positively because i am alive, because i am alive i think positively because i am alive and because i am alive nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop me from thinking, nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop, stop this wave that goes, that comes and goes, this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes. Exiting the subway, where everthing seems like it should be looked at, inside things there's an unknown reality that asks only for a way to come out and see the stars and live the experiences on my own skin, on my own skin. I think positively because i am alive, because i am alive i think positively because i am alive and because i am alive nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop me from thinking, nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop, stop this wave that goes, that comes and goes, this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes. I think in this world there's only one big church that begins with Che Guevara and ends with Mother Teresa, passing from Malcom X through Gandhi and Saint Patrignano ( biggest drug-addict rehab in Italy) , and arriving to a priest in periphery that goes ahead/on regardless the Vatican. I think positively because i am alive, because i am alive i think positively because i am alive and because i am alive nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop me from thinking, nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop, stop this wave that goes, that comes and goes, this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes: history, maths, Italian, geometry, music...fantasy.
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