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Mental Tea

by Angelo Romano

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Girls of Prague they look so nice in their autumn silhouette while bridges burn with morning cries and leaves are covering their spice and there is a land of plenty here where cinnamon covers my scars and silence is another fear that I struggle to keep afar Girls of Prague their eyes just laugh if you dare to spend one sight in their unreachable white skin there's a sea of beauty where to swim and some might even stop by as I'm playing my usual song lost in a lonesome empty park while the evening meets the sun. And my destiny will take its road and I'll have to pay the toll while girls of Prague will see I'm just made of chocolate about to melt down with the light waiting for another day to come as long as I will stare right here singing lullabies from hell. And there is nothing left to see And there is nothing left to sing except for the unreachable beauty of girls of Prague.
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I'm losing my mind, I'm walking around I'm singing a song whose name I don't know I'm crazy as you claim, I don't know my name I can't see the light, I don't think aloud I walk to the way you can't understand I'm missing the goal, I'm killing my soul I'm breaking the night, I'm feeling so right I'm playing the blues, I'm writing the rules I'm going outside, I'm having this ride I'm breathing the dust, my head's full of rust I'm having a tea in front of the sea I'm killing my soul, I'm losing the ball [ends G] But explain me, explain me, explain me the truth Dear wandering friend with no shoes to bend And show me, show me, show me her eyes I'm actually blind with nothing to find Forgive me, forgive me and give me a home My guitar is broken, my heart is broken The sidewalk, the station of South Kensington I'm dreaming of you, I'm living so cruel I'm taking a glass full of longing at last I'm mad as myself, I'm the one you should hate And I'm smelling fire, I'm living my fate And you cannot know, you cannot hear my lips hanging: I'm stuck on a plea But explain me, explain me, explain me the truth Dear wandering friend with no shoes to bend And show me, show me, show me her eyes I'm actually blind with nothing to find Forgive me, forgive me and give me a home My guitar is broken, my heart is broken The pub, the station of South Kensington But explain me, explain me, explain me the truth Dear wandering friend with no shoes to bend And show me, show me, show me her eyes I'm actually blind with nothing to find Forgive me, forgive me and give me a home My guitar is broken, my heart is broken The station, the station of South Kensington
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Lights down low, my mind is sleeping behind a dark curtain I'm flying somewhere with my fingertips playing a sad song the sun is nowhere, I'd like to know where all this light comes from off the road there's a rain, dirty and dead before the first daylight My mind is drifting into a place I'd like to find today I'm waiting now, I'm waiting for the train at the subway station Blue stupid sky above my head, above this subway station you're waiting for us, you always keep a eye pointed here the sun is a trip, I'd like to know where it's going to end now and the song is now mute, and the sunset is flaming up again My sister daylight, she will never cry like the morning stars, she's waiting now, she's waiting for the first train at the subway station (resting at the subway station...) My sister daylight, she's still silent, unable to start the song she's waiting now, she's waiting for the first train at the subway station (sleeping at the subway station...) (dreaming at the subway station...) And the train is stopping here. (And the song is over now!)
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Indifference 05:05
The sign, a plan I was scraping, very fact I was lying at myself. Solitude is an enemy I was caressing very fact I was singing out of tune. The lake, I never dared to reach the lake very fact I'm tied to my roots. That lady, a love I was rejecting very fact I couldn't love anymore. Indifference two more steps and nothing left to say Indifference heartbeats turning into raindrops Confidence is a friend I punched away very fact I cannot think anymore. The way, the way I had to lose again very fact I will not grow up. The garden, a concept I never had for me very fact I just don't want a home. (you know there's no home after all) Indifference two more steps and nothing left to say Indifference heartbeats turning into raindrops Radio, I never dared to turn you on very fact I'm no vintage guy. The airport, a building I always liked very fact I need to travel more. The future, a word I never felt like mine very fact I am quite scared of death. The music, that's what I'm doing now very fact I'm just a dreamy boy. The cigarette, something I never gave a damn very fact I'm quite bound to life. Berlin, a city I found by chance very fact I'm not indifferent to life. Indifference...
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Not in my name, don't play that song in my name since I am neither a rockstar nor an alternative mastermind let me just play what I feel into my paunch for instance pop, jazz, blues, even nu-metal and Swedish reggae My guitar wants to kill any possible hypocrisy my bass guitar can feel the pressure of being an indie icon but I'm not Jimi and I'm not Jaco, I am just a sort of man who loves women, beer and Swedish reggae Alright, I could feel satisfied Alright, I could feel myself alive So long, woman with the red shirt Come on, let's go to Luleå...
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Reykjavík 03:01
Cold night under a red moon, waiting for the sun Snow in your pants, in your shoes, everywhere Icy people, blonde hair, look at you suspiciously Like an alien, another type of human being in Reykjavik Blue eyes, skins widened by twenty-four Januaries now in search of a chill, a sensation to describe You know you could feel yourself estranged in this place Even if you're open-minded, be aware here's another piece of world And volcanoes, geysers, cold waters, a bright soft wind whispering A very cold paradise with evil fires bursting on Dancing about through the night in the habits of the land like a sad smile, a very sweet tear like the place where I'm living like Reykjavík...
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Ombra Latina 04:27
Ombra latina, voce sincera un suono che cade sulla sabbia nuda croste di spazio, bottiglie di cielo cemento e vuoto sotto un sole nero Batte e ribatte quest'altra serata un'eco nascosta dentro una serenata mentre la voce produce un sentore la musica è forte, ma sa esser soave E poi s'arricogghie n'avutra sirata, n'ecu ammucciata dintra na sirinata, vuci arrimazzati supra tutti li mura, ma la musica è duci, 'un ni lassa mai fòra Cresce e matura un'altra stagione un'altro timbro, un'altra canzone, leggere le note come farfalle si accingono ad esser conchiglie volanti. Ombra latina, voce sincera, un pezzo scritto su una pergamena, finestre aperte, la brezza che fischia l'odore di mare crea dipendenza. Ùmmira latina, vuci sincera, na canzuni scritta supra na pirgamina, taliannu i varchi, lu ventu s'aisa lu ciavuru dû mari duna dipindenza. E poi s'arricogghie n'avutra sirata, n'ecu ammucciata dintra na sirinata, vuci arrimazzati supra tutti li mura, ma la musica è duci, 'un ni lassa mai fòra Ùmmira latina, vuci spardata, spittannu l'alba di na nova jurnata s'adduma la luci ni lati di strati li cosi lari ni l'hamu scurdati Latin shadow, honest voice, a song written on a music note, windows are open, wind whispering the scent of the sea is quite addictive.
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The City 07:01
My city by night is a mystery unsolved my city by night is an experience to be told my city by night, streets are moaning, people's gone just a few youngsters screaming trying to touch the sky with their mind My city by night, a romantic fog choking the bus stop you're staring at some lady's beauty and think how life can be cruel with you My city by night, the rain is coming by surprise you're all alone with no protection the trains aren't caring about you they just let you out if you choose to enjoy one more second of soulfulness. And I build another pointless castle of words on top of my insane experiences and I keep building and shipping them to an address I still have to find out and I keep thinking of addresses from all the alcoholic complaints I had It's night now in the city, a map laying at the station I'm trying to find your street, girl, even though you didn't even tell me your name but that, that was alright anyway. It's night now in the city, I'd like to throw my personality into the little green bag of ancient things and leave it staring at the flea market next to stolen bikes and dirty beds broken mattresses, fake ethnic antics and cheap street food. And my city by night is all like this but it is all just in my head because it's night and it's just me alone plus a few selected others around but I'm unsure they might be real. And my city by night is all like this sounds like a plan, it's up to you up to the madness of your thoughts up to the railway running fast My city by night, it stares at me like an old mother at her kids and there is only one thing left to say: you can love it, you can live with it but there's no escape, there's no escape there's no escape, there's no escape from here in the end there's no escape, there's no escape from the city in the end
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Teddy bear watching me radio's down, TV's nothing left to see lights showing up the heaven the heaven of Saturday night I got lost once again I am in poland for one more day drinking piwo, kawa, herbata eating pierogi all the time I'm hiding in the kernel of the earth far from the heaven of Saturday night (it is the heaven of Saturday night) Bon Iver remixed by some guy cocktails made to expensive clothes chairs are speaking of history people drinking over it people smoking over it in the heaven of Saturday night And you gave me that EBow and you are dancing on top of it you say stuff, you say things but I am so glad I am out of town I am so glad for these tears I am so glad it's just my pen (I'm so glad, I'm so glad, I'm so glad...) Giving out the inner of my soul smelling like a 10 zloty beer I will stop drinking one of those days now i will drink to celebrate this statement
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Released in 2014, "Mental Tea" is Angelo Romano's third album. It contains many of the songs he performed live during the European tour of June/July 2014 he enjoyed together with trumpet player Giovanni Manunta, plus some unreleased and brand-new tracks, thus making it an album featuring songs penned in 2004 as well as just a few weeks before release date.

From the upbeat movements of live favourite "Girls of Prague" to the bluesy tunes of "Subway Station" and "Swedish Reggae", "Mental Tea" also reaches a slower pace with ballads and retrospective songs like "South Kensington" (another constant presence in his later concerts), as well as "Reykjavik" and the Berlin farewell mood of "Indifference" and the strongly poem-based spoken word approach of "The City". Experimental loop-based ideas also make a first presence in "The Wroclaw Gallery Club", and idiomatic variants come in "Ombra Latina", featuring lyrics in both Italian and Sicilian with a final verse in English.

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released November 1, 2014

Angelo Romano: vocals, guitars, kazoo, keyboards, effects, mixing, mastering and artwork.

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Angelo Romano Palermo, Italy

Born 1982 in Sicily, Angelo Romano is a singer-songwriter with a totally personal approach to music and arts. His life is kind of a weird storybook, with several cities all around where he spent some time and lived his life: from Pisa to Florence, from Ottawa to Amsterdam, from Groningen to Berlin, Utrecht, Barcelona and then Palermo, where he is currently based. ... more

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