Southern Lights

by Angelo Romano

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Mostly written during a three-day voluntary exile in the Catalan hamlet of Borgonyà immediately after a December concert tour, "Southern Lights" is Angelo Romano's first recording since his relocation to Barcelona after eight years of living between the Netherlands and Germany.

Guided by waves and the smell of the sea, the album is composed by revisitations of some old tunes coupled with fresh material, with a much wider selection of tunes in Sicilian languages to expose the author's own process of rediscovering of his Southern roots - one of the many explanations for the title of the album.

The album is also deeply influenced by the participation of Barcelona cellist María Borrell, who has been performing live together with the author since July 2016 and takes part in all songs, audibly driving the tunes into a deeper and more intense path. Violin player Nacho López (friend and regular performer together with Angelo's friend Davy Lyons) is also present as a guest performer in all songs. Sound artist Juan Manuel Castrillo also participated in the production process, providing help and guidance to a wide selection of background sound, many of which have been directly recorded by the author throughout Catalonia and Sicily. As a consequence of all these events, the album is far less guitar-driven than all of the other author's past works, and shows its clear intention of taking the listener by the hand and show him/her around an ideal walk through the European path that led the author from Sicily to Barcelona, with a few stopovers in Berlin and the Netherlands.

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released August 4, 2017

* Angelo Romano: guitars, lead vocals, synthpad, synthesizer, bass ukulele, sound effects, field recordings
* María Borrell: cello
* Nacho López: violin

Additional personnel:
* Juan Manuel Castrillo: sound art support, field recordings on "Na cusciuliata pû mari"
* Davy Lyons: backing vocals on "The Great Void"

Recorded by Mariano Toledano at Akrasonic, L'Hospitalet de Llobregat, Spain. Additional basement recordings by Angelo Romano in Barcelona.

Original field recordings made by Angelo Romano in Barcelona, Mazara del Vallo and Lampedusa. Additional original field recordings made by Juan Manuel Castrillo in Badalona.
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Produced, mixed and mastered by Angelo Romano. With special thanks to Oliver Hasse for his outstanding and valuable production support.

All songs written by Angelo Romano (in English and Sicilian).

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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 and then Barcelona, where he is currently based. ... more

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Track Name: Duminica
Allatu a stu granni burdellu,
iu lu talìu, lu mè ciriveddu
cunzatu pi n'avutra jurnata
unni un c'è nenti, un c'è spiranza
ci sta sulu u suli ma è beddu friddu
aspetta 'a nutti pi lassari u postu
amentri iu, m'assettu i cercu
paruli persi tra li pinzeri

E nun c'è nenti, nun ci sta nuddu
c'ascuta nzoccu haiu a cuntari
e nun c'è nenti ca inchi la vita
aspettu sulu un trenu p'arricogghirmi

E allatu a sta luci scarza
io mi talìu, anima persa,
e unni sugnu, iu nun lu sacciu
iu sacciu nenti, sugnu nu stracciu
e l'acqua scinni e ni svacanta
li testi chini ri trasparienza
amentri iu, sempri cchiù persu
cercu un mi suli d'jiri a sarvari

E nun c'è nenti, nun ci sta nuddu
ca pò capiri di runni vegnu
e nun c'è nenti c'ascuta a vuci
di n'omu persu cu la sò cruci

Aspettu sulu duminica
aspettu pausi ca tennu vuci
aspettu sulu consulazziuni
aspettu sulu duminica
Track Name: South Kensington
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
But 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

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 read
My lips are 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 sidewalk, the pub 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 sidewalk, the sidewalk of South Kensington
Track Name: Canzuni pi na picciotta
Ci sta cu ti dirà
ca la natura è filicità
dipenni ri comu la pigghi,
dipenni ri comu sta
ntû stu munnu di cummattimenti,
petri ruri, strati muderni,
nzoccu arresta è sulu fumeri,
nzoccu suvecchia di chiddi seri
senza cchiù amuri, sulu fatica
e jurnati ri travagghiari
e dimenticari cosi annati
li taliati chini di gana

E li sonni ca tu teni
bedda mia, sò tutti persi
e la cuirenza è arristagghiu
di ideali cummattusi
e custruimmu n'avutru cielu
ca, bedda mia, tu fai agghiurnari,
e n'avutra vòta nesci 'u suli
dintra la vita ca circavi

Ci sta cu ti dirà
ca la tò vita un si può ffà
pi comu ti la 'mpirugghi
pi comu la teni ccà
dintra stu munnu di civitteddi
storie rure, paroli persi,
nzoccu arresta di sti jurnati
nzoccu nesci di sti finestri
senza cchiù amuri, sulu spiranza
e la biddezza di lu to risu
a rinfriscari i ciuri sicchi
li filici chini di virdi

E li sonni ca tu teni
bedda mia, sò tutti persi
e la cuirenza è arristagghiu
di ideali cummattusi
e custruimmu n'avutru cielu
ca, bedda mia, tu fai agghiurnari,
e n'avutra vòta nesci 'u suli
dintra la vita ca circavi.
E addumannu n'avutru cielu
ca, bedda mia, ni puoi addumari
mentri taliamu lu tò suli
e li tò occhi c'arritruvasti.
E arripigghiamu chistu cielu
ca, bedda mia, ti puoi sarvari
cu la gana di chista vita
ca ti vulisti arripigghiari.
Track Name: The Great Void
If the lightweight of the air
could cut my dreams through my hair,
maybe I’d get who I am
what I am doing, what’s the claim.

If the cherries on my hands
could just walk through the stands,
maybe I’d get who I am
what to sing, who to blame.

So I would break the spell of other lives,
be the chanteur she would be asking for,
so to listen to the great void,
the sound of a humanoid

If the lightweight of the air
could cut my dreams through my hair,
maybe I’d get who I am
what I am doing, what’s the claim.

If the dust of my chords
could memorize these fallen words
maybe I’d get who I am
what to play, what’s my name.

So I would break the glass of sazerac,
sing the glory she would be aiming for,
but then you’d listen to the great void
I try to hide and possibly destroy.

But now here I am, so free and frail
staring at the sea in a winter night
and I keep telling to myself
and I keep telling to myself...

You can be whoever you want...
You can be whoever you want...
Track Name: The Master
What's the legacy of the master
when the master leaves the road,
that's the question that is rising
that's just all we need to know.

And what's the legacy of our sister,
when she goes off that door,
the sorrow beneath the shoes,
the remarks from the clouds

And the certainties have departed,
the legends disappeared,
their words set into stone
to savour this deadly world.

What is left is a land of weeds,
a land of plain dark vows, where
the message from the master
was never understood
What is left is a road of potholes, a road
without a light, where the message
from the master will ride unnoticed:
maybe it will get lost into the darkness
of our towers without songs.

What's the legacy of the master
when the soaked road ends, the lyrics in
my booklet, the music in my set

What's the legacy of the lover
when she leaves your empty room
that's the mystery you'd keep distant
that's the elephant on the door
Track Name: L'argentina cunzata di biancu
L'argentina cunzata di biancu nesci pa strada,
tutti l'omini si vutanu ammirannula bonu,
e lu suli si adduma cu tunta biddizza
li neuli si scugnanu pi nun farici scuru.
E l'argentina camina, pari veru d'argentu
cusciuliannu pî strati dû paisi cuntentu,
l'acidduzzi a friscari pi farici armùnia
e lu trenu si ferma p'un farla jiri via.

L'argentina cunzata di biancu si lascia talìari,
'u sapi ca chistu munnu addumanna caluri
e la pioggia s'ammuccia p'un farla vagnari,
e lu nenti fa nenti ca nenti hav'a fari.
E l'argentina camina, pari veru d'argentu
li so' occhi du laghi ri blu cristallinu,
lu ventu si carma p'accarizzarla cchiù pianu
li finestri aperti pi sintirne lu ciavuru.
Track Name: Indifference
The sign, a plan I was scraping,
the very fact I was lying at myself.
Solitude is an enemy I was caressing
the very fact I was singing out of tune.
The lake, I never dared to reach the lake
the very fact I'm tied to my roots.
That lady, a love I was rejecting
the very fact I couldn't love anymore.

Indifference, two more steps, nothing left to say
Indifference, heartbeats turning into raindrops

Confidence is a friend I punched away
the very fact I cannot think anymore.
The way, the way I had to lose again
very fact I­ just cannot grow up.
The garden, a concept I never had for me
the very fact I just don't want a home.

(and you know, there is no home after all)

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
the very fact I'm quite bound to life.

And Berlin, it's a city I found by chance:
the very fact I am not indifferent, to life.
Track Name: Girls of Prague
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
where 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 the unreachable beauty
of the girls of Prague
Track Name: Lu ciumi talìa
M'attrovu, m'attrovu, un sacciu
unni m'attrovu, cu m'u fici fari
di venìri ccà dintra n'avutru tipu di realtà.
L'aria fridda parissi frisca, silenziu,
u ciumi s'arriprìa, la tierra sutta
li nostri pinzeri, iu ammucciatu pi
quarchi sinteri e la lòggica un ci sta pi veru:
genti cu cani ca canusci tutti,
e un canusci a mmia, cristianu dû munnu
pi chistu, un fantàsima p'iddi

E lu ciumi s'adduma, lu ciumi ni cunta
un trenu pi casu mi passa ri ciancu
e lu ciumi ni specchia, si specchia pi veru
cu friddu ri l'acqua e l'aria ccà gghiusu
e lu ciumi talìa, lu ciumi ni cunta
stori d'avutri cristiani, r'avutri eri
tucca a nuàtri capirli i traducirli
si nna firamu a parlari 'a sò lingua

M'attrovu, m'attrovu, cû sapi unni m'attrovu,
ma a na cuarchi manera sugnu ccà
dintra na storia ca nun vosi crià.
Lu scuru spacca li mè raggiuni, silenziu,
u ciumi ca ni talìa, la tierra ascuta li nostri vuci
e iu m'assuppu pi chisti strati
amentri u munnu sta jennu 'n guerra
tuti sciarriati senza bisognu
aceddi nivuri, chini di raggia
pi chistu senza cchiù spiranza

E lu ciumi s'adduma, lu ciumi ni cunta
ni passa ri ciancu e un ni n'addunamu
lu ciumi ni specchia li facci ch'avemu
cu friddu ru siccu, ra siti ri l'odiu
e lu ciumi talìa, lu ciumi nni viri
stori ri nuatri fitusi, nuatri pirduti
tucca a nuàtri firmarci, a nuatri canciarci
si nna firamu a affruntari stu ciumi

E lu ciumi talìa, e lu ciumi talìa (casi n'assicuta)
...mentri talìu stu ciumi.
Track Name: Girl of Gràcia
And I’m watching from a distance
while dreaming of the ladies
pretending to read that Carver’s book
and I know she’s somewhere
while staring on her shoes
pretending to have a life of fame
and her joyful tears, her words of kindness
they just get lost into the evening lights.

And the girl of Gràcia
she’ll watch and hear the bluesy boy
playing on the street
she’ll search for love or just to be loved
while this stupid world, this seizured world
is just plain blind tonight.

And I’m writing with a distance
while dreaming of the ladies
and pretending to care of other souls
and I know she’s somewhere,
even better just anywhere
approaching silently the deaf,
and the sense of this
is just the sense of whiskey:
to just get lost and forget about the rest.
(we should better forget about the rest)

And the girl of Gràcia
she’ll watch and hear the bluesy boy
playing on the street
she’ll share her smile
from a brainsmoke cloud
while singing along, singing along,
singing along inside her mind.

And the girl of Gràcia
she’ll watch and hear the bluesy body
playing on the street
she’ll share a word after the last tune
just to get closer, possibly not too much.

And the girl of Gràcia
she’ll play her life at the promenade
with guitar words
she’s never dared to learn
and maybe she’ll search for love
or perhaps just to be loved.
Track Name: Things
Things, things, things,
they run so fast and cry aloud
as they push for another way out.
And you, you can't understand me,
I feel like dumb, I feel like stoned
but I need you like a new drug.

And the bill has come, the time has come
to share some words, to share the truth
as you're there lying on a cloud
and here I am, to make you fall.

Things, things, things
you can't predict, you can't control,
as they appear and stop your road.
And life is a boarding scene,
a light that turns on the night,
but I need, I need that special drug.

The world is stupid, the world is yours,
at least that's what you used to think,
but don't think twice, give me an answer,
give me an answer now...

It's 2am, Potsdamer Platz,
my eyes are off, my stomach's gone,
I think of you and what remains
to discover the actual truth.

The shock is there, the mind is down,
the neon lights to make me high,
they're threatening my daily life,
they're threatening my daily life,
they're threatening me once again
as I stand still on a thin wire.
Track Name: Na cusciuliata pû mari
Badalona. Na cusciuliata pû mari
amentri talìu li palmi
'u vent friscu ca nni fischia
dintra li capiddi mè pirduti.
U mari, cosa 'nfinita ca nun si può spardari,
ti ci puoi perdiri 'n cuattru mossi
mentre talìi li fimmineddi
ca arridunu - puru idde! - a lu mari.

E si ci fussi 'n aldilà
sugnu sicuru avissi lu mari,
accussì l'almi si putissiru arripriari
dopu na jurnata sutta stu suli

E si la picciotta di la costa
bedda, li sò capiddi na festa,
si vòta e talìa ntî mè occhi
sugnu sicuru: mi vaiu a perdiri
comu 'n aceddu sutta droghi
comu 'n aeriu senza mappi
comu li picciriddi unn'è gghiè
comu mia, dintra 'u mari.