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Oro Caldo ( Hot gold) Stanza / Citta' ( Room / city) Animale Senza Respiro ( Breathless animal)
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1. 00:00 Santiago 2. 09:05 Leda 3. 13:22 Conn 4. 17:19 CT 6 5. 31:08 Brilla
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This is the original one...Later Laura Branigan would record the English version
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Witnesses suggest firecrackers mistaken for explosions caused panic and crowd surge • Three people seriously hurt, including seven-year-old boy Sam Jones Sunday 4 June 2017 04.36 BST Vid in link https://www.theguardian.com/football/2017/jun/03/juventus-fans-injured-turin-square-panic-firecrackers -
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
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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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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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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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01 7/4 (Settequarti) 02 13/8 (Trediciottavi)
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Celebrated Italian photojournalist reveals how the death of a 10-year-old boy influenced her work Lorenzo Tondo in Palermo Friday 2 June 2017 07.00 BST https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2017/jun/02/from-mafia-murders-to-innocent-beauty-letizia-battaglias-palermo-portfolio
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Real name: Francesco Puccioni
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Drummer, percussionist , composer from Naples Tune is a great percussion performance by using any ordinary non-music tools ( cutlery, plates, pots & pans etc.)
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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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Vasco Rossi - Splendida Giornata (Beautiful Day) - live
umbertino posted a topic in Music Videos etc
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 -
Translation ( 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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Translation 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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http://www.progarchives.com/artist.asp?id=29
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Translation And 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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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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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 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 ...