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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. -
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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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Orme
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Rainfalls 80% below normal have affected farming across the country and could result in the capital’s famous fountains being turned off Associated Press Monday 24 July 2017 03.06 BST Italy is gripped by drought as the summer heat continues with no sign of rain Photograph: Filippo Monteforte/AFP/Getty Images https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/jul/24/rome-water-rationing-italy-suffers-driest-spring-60-years-fountain
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As residents leave and visitor numbers soar, the city’s quality of life is being eroded. This summer, irate locals have taken to the streets Angela Giuffrida Sunday 23 July 2017 00.04 BST A ‘traffic’ jam on Venice’s waterways with a bottleneck of gondolas. Photograph: Alamy A ship glides into the city – one of several every day. Photograph: Dan Kitwood/Getty Images https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/jul/23/venice-tempers-boil-over-tourist-high-season
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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
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TDOB was an Italian musician by the name of Mario Battaini - RIP He plays all instruments in this track This was a hit in Italy and in other European countries at the end of the 60's / beginning of 70's
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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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Massimo Carminati found guilty over scandal in which millions of euros meant for public services were diverted Agence France-Presse Thursday 20 July 2017 16.17 BST Massimo Carminati accompanied by police in Rome in 2014. Photograph: AP More pics in link https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/jul/20/ringleader-mafia-style-gang-rome-jailed-massimo-carminati
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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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Oro Caldo ( Hot gold) Stanza / Citta' (Room / City) Animale Senza Respiro ( Breathless animal) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osanna
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Lyrics are very good but wasn't able to find a decent translation on the internet so far.......
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Mind, heart, hands, eyes, arms, mouth, legs, name There is always time to sing, the sky, the water, a body, all Then you can go wherever you want, then you can be as you wish, Then you can be with the one you want, then you can take it or leave it then you can choose to give. Bread, sound, air voices, friends, stuff, making love There is always time to sing, you, the stars, the smoke, everything. Then you can go wherever you want, then you can be as you wish, then you can be with whoever you want, then you can take it or leave it, then you can choose to give. om hari om ...
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( sung in Roman dialect which is very similar to proper Italian unlike other 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
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From "Contaminazione" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contaminazione
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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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He was paralyzed and would appear on stage in his wheelchair 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.
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Spate of 'femicides' across Italy Rome 14 July 201716:42 ANSA agency (ANSA) - Rome, July 14 - Four women were killed and one left fighting for her life by ex husbands and boyfriends across Italy in the last 24 hours. The wave of femicides spurred Lower House Speaker Laura Boldrini to urge authorities to "try to stop the horror" while the Telefono Rosa (Pink Telephone) domestic-violence hotline said "there are too many femicides, the political world is ignoring them". In Bari, 48-year-old Donata De Bello was stabbed to death by her 32-year-old partner Marco Basile. In Montepulciano, an Italian man stabbed his ex-wife to death in the house she was working as a carer in Thursday night, on the eve of a hearing in separation proceedings. The 56-year-old factory worker snatched up a kitchen knife and pursued his ex, a 42-year-old Romanian, through the house before inflicting wounds from which she died in hospital, police said. After long talks over the phone, the man, originally from Catania but resident in Chiusi, agreed to give himself up at the local Carabinieri barracks. Montepulciano Mayor Andrea Rossi said "the man was known to social services, he'd been employed on socially useful work schemes on more than one occasion". Meanwhile there was a suspected murder-suicide in Rome Friday after an elderly couple were found dead in the upscale Monteverde district. The 79-year-old husband killed himself by jumping from their fifth-floor flat while the 81-year-old wife dead on the floor, her head wrapped in a plastic bag. The couple were said to have had a series of health problems. The husband, Luigi Biasini, is believed to have acted in the belief that his worsening health would stop him giving his wife, Mirella Fiaccarini, the care she needed. In Cagliari, an Italian man battered his girlfriend bloody early Friday and then committed suicide when he thought she was dead. Riccardo Manau, 25, threw himself off a highway bridge and died while his girlfriend, 26-year-old Manuela Picci, is in a drug-induced coma at the Sardinian capital's Brotzu Hospital. The altercation and attack took place in the couple's car near the city soccer stadium. The man hit her several times in the face, police said. On Thursday, at Dragoni near Caserta, 49-year-old Maria Tino was shot to death by the boyfriend she was planning on leaving. http://www.ansa.it/english/news/2017/07/14/4-women-killed-1-fighting-for-life-in-24-hrs-2_d9e6d7a9-754c-48b2-abcb-43484c0244eb.html
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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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Here where the sea shines and the wind is strong on an old terrace infront of the Gulf of Sorriento(province of Naples if I'm not mistaken) a man hugs a girl after he has cried Afterwards he clears his voice and begins again to sing I care too much for u(Te voglio bene assaje) but, u know, a great deal at his point it has become a chain(e' una catena ormai) that melts the blood in the * veins u know He saw the lights in the middle of the sea he thought of the nights in America** but they where only the lights from the boats*** and the white trace of a propeller He felt the pain of music got up from the piano But when he saw the moon that was coming out from behind a cloud he thought that even death was sweeter He looked into the eyes of the girl those eyes green like the sea then suddenly a tear came out and he believed he was soffocating I care too much for u(Te voglio bene assaje) but, u know, a great deal at his point it has become a chain(e' una catena ormai) that melts the blood in the veins u know Force of the lirica where**** every drama is a false(ogni drama e' un falso) which with a little bit of make-up(che con un po' di trucco) and with the art of mimic u can become someone else but 2 eyes that are watching u(ma due occhi che di guardano) so close and different(eyes of different people)(cosi' vicini e vari) they make you forget the words(ti fan scordare le parole) i get mixed up so everything becomes small even the nights there in America u turn and see your own life(ti volti e vedi la tua vita) like the trace of a propeller but its the life that ends But he didn't think that much the opposite he was feeling already happy and started again to sing I care too much for u(Te voglio bene assaje) but, u know, a great deal at his point it has become a chain(e' una catena ormai) that melts the blood in the veins u know *some words are in naples's dialect **America=USA not the continent ***lampare r boats for fishing in the evening ****lirica=something between theater and opera