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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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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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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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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 ... -
The Italian island of Lampedusa became a symbol for the country's welcoming culture towards migrants, and an award-winning film showed how islanders and new arrivals lived together in harmony. Catherine Edwards catherine.edwards@thelocal.com 18 September 2017 16:43 CEST+02:00 https://www.thelocal.it/20170918/mayor-of-lampedusa-salvatore-martello-migration-hotspot-centre-collapsing
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01 7/4 (Settequarti) 02 13/8 (Trediciottavi)
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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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( 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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Vasco Rossi - Splendida Giornata (Beautiful Day) - live
umbertino posted a topic in Music Videos etc
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 -
Franco Califano AKA "Il Califfo" (The Caliph... playing with his last name) as he was a famous womanizer ( he even wrote books about his life/love/sex experiences as a sort of how-to manual.....) Si, d'accordo l'incontro/ yeah ok, the date un'emozione che ti scoppia dentro/ a great emotion exploding inside you l'invito a cena dove c'è atmosfera/ the invite to dinner here there's a certain mood la barba fatta con maggiore cura./ the beard shaved more accurately la macchina a lavare ed era ora/ the car to wash and now hai voglia di far centro quella sera/ you really wanna make an impression on her si d'accordo ma poi../ yes, ok, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Si, lo so il primo bacio/yeah, i know, the first kiss il cuore ingenuo che ci casca ancora/ the naive heart still falling for that col lungo abbraccio l'illusione dura/ with a long embrace the illusion lasts rifiuti di pensare a un'avventura./ you refuse to think about a one-night-stand Poi dici cose giuste al tempo giusto/ then you say the right things at the right moment e pensi il gioco è fatto è tutto a posto/ and you think, "it's done, everything is perfect" si,d'accordo ma poi.../ yeah, ok, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Poi la notte d'amore/ then the night of love per sistemare casa un pomeriggio/ to tidy up the house one afternoon sul letto le lenzuola color grigio/ gray sheets on the bed funziona tutto come un orologio./ everything works as a clock La prima sera devi dimostrare/ the first night you have to prove che al mondo solo tu sai far l'amore/ to the world you're the only one who can make love si, d'accordo ma poi../ yeah, whatever but then Tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no,non ho detto noia/ i didn't say bore ma noia, noia, noia,/but bore bore bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Si d'accordo il primo anno/yeah, ok the first year ma l'entusiasmo che ti resta ancora/ but the enthusiasm still left è brutta copia di quello che era/ is only a bad copy of the one you had cominciano i silenzi della sera/ and silences start at night inventi feste e inviti gente in casa/ you make up parties and invite people at home così non pensi almeno fai qualcosa/ so you don't think at least you have something to do si, d'accordo ma poi../Yeah, whatever, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom
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00:00 Canto nomade per un prigioniero politico 15:45 Non mi rompete 20:52 La città sottile 28:04 Dopo... niente è più lo stesso 37:59 Traccia II RIP Francesco Di Giacomo (vocalist) Review by Proghead PROG REVIEWER This is without a doubt BANCO at the top of their game. The production has greatly improved over their previous two albums. The lyrics, from what I'm able to determine, seem to have political overtones (but since I don't know Italian, I can't be sure what it's all about). The original LP (on Dischi Ricordi), which I happen to own, comes with a gimmick shaped cover and lyrics to all the songs (sadly the most commonly available CD reissue, on BMG/Ricordi, only has the lyrics to the first two songs). This is without a doubt BANCO's most experimental album, you know that when you hear the opening cut, "Canto Nomade Per Un Prigioniero Politico". There are some strange passages using synthesizer and Eminent (string organ that sounds like a string synth), plus a part where the band goes in percussion overdrive, courtesy of non-members Silvana Aliotta and Bruno Perosa. Francesco "Mr. Chubbs" di Giacomo seems a bit less overbearing compared to previous albums, and this song proves it. "Non Mi Rompete" seems like the oddball piece as it's largely a straightforward, acoustic ballad, done in a rather sentimental style. It's back to being more experimental with "La Città Sottile". It starts off with piano and di Giacomo's big voice, eventually the band goes off the deep end with synthesizer experiments, while di Giacomo spouts out something or another (in Italian). "Dopo... Niente è Più Lo Stesso" is another lengthy piece, in which the piece goes through several changes and themes. Then you get "Traccia II" which is a classically-influenced instrumental piece that starts off with piano and ends with synthesizer. There is no doubt about it, this is one of the finest albums BANCO has ever done, but be aware: I have often heard this referred to as one of the greatest prog albums ever, in my book that's a bit overexaggerated, but it's still a recommended album and must have.
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RIP Massimo Riva (vocalist) Ok yeah....Allright Tonight I'm staying with you Ok Yeah... You'll see Tonight You'll die! Take all you want Tonight we won't ever leave each other It's your lips making me cry by now Sometimes when you kiss me I believe I'd die If you weren't around I could not live My life is only yours and you know this Ok Yeah Take whatever you want Tonight we won't ever leave each other Ok Yeah Just do whatever you want to me But remember that you'll cry afterwards Ok Yeah......Allright Original Italian Lyrics Ok sì... va beh! Questa notte sto con te. Ok sì... vedrai... Questa notte morirai! Ok Ok Ok sì... Ok sì! Prendi tutto quel che vuoi! Questa notte non ci lasceremo mai! Sono le labbra tue che mi fan piangere oramai. Quando mi baci a volte credo che io morirei. Se non ci fossi tu io non potrei vivere. La mia vita è solo tua e tu lo sai. Ok sì... va beh! Ok... sì... va beh! ...va beh! ... va beh! Ok sì!! Prendi tutto ciò che vuoi! Questa notte non ci lasceremo mai!! Ok sì! Fammi tutto quel che vuoi! Ma ricordati che dopo piangerai!! Ok sì!! Ok sì!!
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The city is Firenze (Florence), band's hometown
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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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Wealthier migrants and refugees – doctors, lawyers, professors – can pay for a level of safety and comfort that others can’t afford Lorenzo Tondo in Palermo Thursday 14 September 2017 05.00 BST The yacht Maco, seen here docked in Augusta, Sicily, was intercepted in mid-March about 70 miles off the Italian coast, carrying 21 migrants. Photograph: Nadia Shira Cohen https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/sep/14/luxury-landings-the-migrants-crossing-the-mediterranean-by-yacht
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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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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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1.Allegro (00:00) 2.Adagio (Shadows 02:18) 3.Cadenza - Andante Con Moto (07:12) 4.Shadows (Tribute to Jimi Hendrix 11:25) 5.Nella Sala Vuota (Live Improvisation 16:54)
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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