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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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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. -
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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01 - Introduzione (Intro) 02 - Primo incontro (1st encounter) 03 - Secondo incontro (2nd) 04 - Terzo incontro (3rd) 05 Epilogo (Epilogue)
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Jazz pianist...Son of Fascist dictator Benito
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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. 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
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01 Oro Caldo (Hot gold) 02 Stanza Città (Room / City) 03 Animale Senza Respiro (Breathless animal)
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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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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!
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Italian Band ( from Napoli/Naples, Campania Region) specialized in performing very old music and songs of the Naples tradition dating back to 1600 / 1700/ 1800 / 1900 using old instruments The Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare was formed in 1970 with the aim of promoting the traditions of the people of Campania (the Southern Italian region of which Naples is the capital).The extraordinary success encountered at the Spoleto Festival in 1972 and 1974 marks their launch onto the international stage. Since then the NCCP frequently participated in all the most important festivals both within and outside Europe. The group has alternated its musical activities with theatre productions, promoting and participating in several shows. umb's note: Saw them in concert like 35 years ago.......Very special
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1. Campagna (7:56) 2. 'A gente 'e bucciano (8:42) 3. Pensione floridiana (3:32) 4. Viecchie, mugliere, muorte e criature (10:02) 5. Vico primo parisee n°8 (7:37) 6. 'O lupo s'ha mangiato 'a pecurella (6:49) PROG REVIEWER Napoli Centrale 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. 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! "'A gente 'e Bucciano" (The people from Bucciano) is a long track featuring jazz and funky influences and obstinate drum patterns. Bucciano is a village in the province of Caserta and the song is about the workers that had to emigrate from the countryside of South Italy to the industrial cities of the North. "Hunger is stronger than the love for the countryside... And now the people of Bucciano live in the North and work in the factories / Where they throw away blood and health...Why? Why? Why?". Well, the answer is rather venomous and caustic... "Because the Pope is not the King!". The instrumental "Pensione Floridiana" (Guest-house Floridiana) is the shortest track on the album. It's more relaxed, almost dreamy. It leads to evocative "Viecchie, mugliere, muorte e criaturi" (Old women, wives, dead and little children), another excellent long track dealing with the issue of emigration. Music and lyrics depicts a village where all the men are gone to work elsewhere, far away. What's left is a desolated place where you can't find no one but old women, wives, dead, little children, crippled men or skinny and hungry dogs. The atmosphere is dark and the rhythm almost hypnotic but the result is intense and dramatic. The instrumental "Vico Primo Parise n. 8" is lighter. It features a powerful jazz rock veined of funky where keyboards and sax perfectly interact with the rhythm section. Vocals here are used as an instrument adding touches of colour all along the way. According to some sources, the title is the address of the house where Napoli Centrale's leader James Senese was born, in the district of Miano in Naples . The last track "'O lupo s'ha mangiato 'a pecurella" (The wolf has eaten the little sheep) features a strong folkloric flavour. It seems to have been conceived as the soundtrack of a film. It begins softly, you have to shut your eyes and try to guess what's going on... Narrow streets, shadows moving along the walls... Then you can hear someone who is laughing, some other sarcastically comments that the wolf has eaten the little sheep... Many voices of men and women, the sounds of a market... "Don't worry / Take it easy and sleep in peace...". This album has been extremely influential on the music scene of Naples and should be considered as essential in an Italianprog collection. It is usually considered the cornerstone of a whole new music subgenre very popular during the eighties and called "Neapolitan Power", featuring artists like Pino Daniele, Tullio De Piscopo, Enzo Avitabile and others. A kind of world music mixing blues and Mediterranean roots...
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Alberto Radius ( Band "Formula 3") on guitar 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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Tracklist on youtube image
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This is the original one...Then later Laura Branigan would record the English version
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His real name was Francesco Puccioni...RIP
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Referring to the theft of the painting at the Louvre a long time ago 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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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