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Duminica
03:53
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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
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2. |
South Kensington
05:03
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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
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
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3. |
Canzuni pi na picciotta
04:57
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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.
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4. |
The Great Void
04:52
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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...
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5. |
The Master
04:22
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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
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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.
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7. |
Indifference
05:12
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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.
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8. |
Girls of Prague
04:03
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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
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
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9. |
Lu ciumi talìa
05:52
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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.
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10. |
Girl of Gràcia
03:39
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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.
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11. |
Things
04:19
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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.
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12. |
Na cusciuliata pû mari
04:02
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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.
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13. |
Stuck in a Place
02:31
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Blues is a murder awaiting to happen,
a sword ready to threaten,
a drop of ink on the pavement
a different kind of treatment
Meanwhile I am breaking the bottle,
with an atmosphere so subtle
made of a purple fog of currant
a smell coming from the basement
But my boss is ready to make me fired,
he always needs me scared
so to better control his people
like a Korean despot in trouble
But now I'm stuck in a place with no name
where silence is all I can obtain
and life is a pretentious search for the wind
until you'd realize that you're mad
But now I'm stuck in a place with no name
where a painful blister is what I can claim
as I run alone, along the slippery road
preparing to battle against my cloud
And I am stuck at my door with no name
waiting for the storm to start again
'cause I can't sleep while I am roaming around
all I've got is a Dutch rain with its unique sound.
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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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