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Paris Airport '77
06:35
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PARIS AIRPORT '77
In black and white, my memory flashbacks
In hazy shapes and shadows fade away
A sound through time, an echo of real life
Pulse of the capital, at the edge of western world
Paris Airport 1977, Paris Airport 1977
Like a new form of our lifes: modernity was there
In time and space, old pictures out or reach
Paris Airport 1977, Paris Airport 1977
Like Gene Colan art
A blessed fracture in spacetime
Fascination for technology
And the conquer of the outer space
Thinking of modernity: a new key to mistery
And the silence in high mountains
and the deep breath of the sea
The storm out there and thunders
are a lullaby to me
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Dreams Become Promises
04:47
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DREAMS BECOME PROMISES
Got a note from you, few warming words
Coming from a friend, just from a friend like you
Just couldn't know, that was really what I needed
Unexpected rescue, simple rescue of me
I'll put it all in it, all of my self
This time ain't let it go: now my dreams become promises
I will get it done, damn so fine
Then what you did, it was something just for me
Just a friend thing, that you … you simply did for me
And now I know: you'll be there to help things happen
Just to let the good things, the good things roll like that
I'll put it all in it, all of my self
This time ain't let it go: made my dreams become promises
Now it’s gettin’ done, damn so fine
This time ain't let it go; made my dreams become promises
Now it's getting done: now I want to be the one I ... (TWICE)
Just want to be the one I … to be the one …
(REPRISE)
This time ain't let it go, now it’s gettin’ done, just do:
Let the good things, the good things roll like that
Now it’s gettin’ done, just let the good things roll up
Get to be the one I, to be the one I want
I put it all in it, all of my self: this time ain't let it go
Now my dreams become promises
I will get it done: damn so fine!
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THINGS GOT THEIR NAME FROM A SPELL (part 1)
Everything seems bright and light, these days
Whilst mindfulness and eyesight are in boost mood
The house is an open space
and all green plants and leaves and branches
seem more lively ... than ever ...
Spanish shoes, near the window,
maybe a subject for some story
All those books on the shelves, a treasure when you exploit it
My living room got its name, got its name from a spell
and now this room is … living ...
All technology around: just daily tools, to be used
English language: just a code to go everywhere
As far as I can reach, meeting some souls on this planet
that's what I will
The earliest hours of the day
An enchantment for this project time, in my life
And the night is the faithful ally, waiting for me with the truth
Sleep works so well for me and all is clear, when
processed through all those dreams and bright visions
All those dreams and the ... bright visions, in the night …
Now I am that scientist, at movies, restless and relentless
Until his job is done, the one for changing the world
to change the whole … universe ...
(CHORUS)
Shapes of things, a revelation
from Joan Miro
and the eye of Agamotto
Magic connections through the
world as we know it
and all of other hidden worlds
And all that ole Ditko weird stuff
is now so meaningful to me
Transformation is the new way
of doing poetry
and the ultimate way to reality
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THERE'S A TIME THAT NEVER ENDS
Watching the coastline, in the morning sun
My first mate is the breeze, from the harbour town
In a world of wonders, a kind of promised land
I stepped in to find there's a time that never ends
We were young, laughing in the sun
Feeling so free, in the summer whirl
I felt like singin’
And you just sang with me
Oh what a night, and the ocean wind
I felt like a hunter, just knew it was my time
there's a world of wonders, a kind of promised land
I could be my myself, since the morning sun
I could be everyone, till the end of the night
Layin' on the beach
No one could us harm
We teamed up: kinda partners in crime
We were there, laughing in the sun
You were so free, I never felt so young
Watching the trains, in the morning sun
the last frame was her wavin’
from outside the window.
In that western town, on days in clear blue light
I began to know of times that never end
They were there, laughin’ in the sun
They were young, I never felt that free
We were there, laughin’ in the sun
We were young, I never felt that free
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5. |
Same Old Youngster
03:49
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SAME OLD YOUNGSTER
For those good times And these blue skies;
When you step into the morning
Or when you welcome the stars
Waitin’, at your home bus stop
Saturday eve in your teen
Your best friend stood up a girlfriend
To fool around a bit more
And when your world seemed to fall down
You never felt real alone
"Hug me my son, just a little while …
Life is ok and we've been lucky together”
Then time snapshot like lightning!
Could you have imagined just how that fast
And now I must be the wise guy, among them
youngsters, lookin’ just like I still feel!
When we get out for our Sunday mornings
Or drivin’ home, from a late night gig
And I still thank for those good times
.And these blue skies!
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6. |
Undelivering
05:15
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UNDELIVERING
I'll go on so slow: to erase all faster things
I'll let you behind and eat the dust
I'll let you out, when I make my all-in bets
I will be someone, in a no-one's world
I'll be here and now, where there's no chance
This could be my place, when there's no time
You will be with me, in a past that's flowin'
I’ve saved a place for you, where there's no land
I'll go on so slow: to erase all faster things
I will be myself, in a world with no one
I will be with you, in a past that's flowin'
I've saved a place for me, where there's no land
I will make things happen, but I won't deliver ...
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7. |
Is It All That I Learnt
06:25
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IS IT ALL THAT I LEARNT
Now, that is gone, that all is almost gone
Is it all, that is left?
Like a weight, and a hard blow
It was getting dark, as we reached the shore
From the distance, by the sea
The town had never looked so bright
Still shines at nights and not seems to burn out
An hidden treasure, in the dust
But there it stands, still to haunt
… Like a star, in the night
Like a fire, on the sand
How is it, that beautiful? And it's so hard
Sometimes still there to hurt and shine
Now, that it is too late; now that is not even true
Is it all that is left?
Like a poison, and all magic's gone
It always comes at night
It's when all fears take their shape
Right in the middle of the night
Again afraid of losing it all
As the wolfs were howlin'
While walkin' back alone
Past the reeds, in the wind
Is it all that I learnt?
… Like a star, in the night …
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WINTER HEIGHTS AND MY FALLDOWNS
Winter cold is rising-up
Up on the meadow stands a horse (out in the snow)
Seems there for me, it comes and stands
Like a black crow to me
Among these valleys and heights
Me, gone away, from this world: me and my falldowns
Insecure steps as I climb alone
I'm with myself and can feel all risks
All my uncertainties surface: got proof of how I can be weak
Winter peaks overawe me (like ancient Gods)
My actions and all I've ever done
They don't live up, it's failure time
And no way to climb the slope
How that it came completely unnoticed?
These huge shadows on my falldowns
Grim faces in the lobby, treacherous patrons around
this hotel hallways have no way out!
Feeling like trapped in the maze
No more options than fly over:
Escape this last window of my world: saddle up that horse,
Beyond the mountain heights and dark grey clouds
I will gather all my forces, let all my lifelong allies
Come and rescue, for my soul!
So I can ride up mountain heights and flying over my falldowns
Winter cold is on my face, I can sense it and see the white light
Out in the snow, me and the black horse
Heights and beauties of the mountain, gone away, from this world.
I climbed the top and still ... watch above …
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9. |
There Was A Time
03:53
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THERE WAS A TIME
There was a time
when the days seemed an endless source
like a fountain of chances
a fountain of chances and riches
But now just listen to me
You know here is all that is
This is gonna be fast
Faster than you'll ever know
And all the ancient and worthy things
that you might bring with you,
all you'll be lucky to find out
And discover by your self
Just let you build upon that
One day all the wise words
Will reach you and will be with you
(It's a matter of real life
and the words that matter)
There is a time
when all the days and people
and words and facts
seem to have a real sense
Just listen to that,
Believe it's all that is
And this is gonna be fast
Faster than you'll ever know
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THINGS GOT THEIR NAME FROM A SPELL
(part 2)
On this enchanted morning
On this wee small hour of a new day
The house is an open space
And all green plants and leaves and branches
seem more lively … than ever …
That old bag, a subject for some story
And this living room now definitely
Got its name from a spell
My living room got its name
Got its name from a spell
And one more thing, for this diary travel
When the eye of the artist
Takes control in your brain
Nothing will stay the same, anymore …
Being here is totally anew
and life itself now just appears
appears in its real … form …
A world of symbols, a revelation
from Joan Miro and the eye of Agamotto
Magic connections
through the world as we know it
and all of other hidden worlds
And all that ole Ditko weird stuff
Is now so meaningful to me
Transformation is the
New way of doing poetry
And the ultimate way to reality
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THE MAN IN THE WOOL OVERCOAT
He was created by Steve Ditko
I know one could say: “maybe not”
He was a little man
I'd say, the oldest one in town
Here all the neighbors used to know the place
It stood just there, in front of the church
Just a kiosk (for me was heaven)
In Bleecker Street 177/A
(When put a spell on it!)
Vampires never show up at daylight
Them good ole creatures of the foggy nights
Same way he won't be
in your summer memories
A man in wool coat with a coppola cap
If I say: “just the dude of the newspapers”
It's no surprise if you blame on me
Please call the man with his real name:
The celebrated Guardian
The keeper of the … treasure!
My dad and my best friend
they knew the secret
I am sure we were not the only ones
One day we found out
There's a gold mine store
A basement on the other side of town
It's like a call:
"There must be an haunted house!”
And old them tales, and the astounding news
These kind of riches
use to get their good roots
And all connections, through the world
And there is Magic,
A sense of gift, that lasts
There must be therefore an emissary:
Emissary in disguise!
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12. |
Flowers And Sunshine
05:00
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FLOWERS AND SUNSHINE
And there came back to me, in my mind, in my soul
underneath my skin, just … you and me ... you …
among … flowers and sunshine, flowers and sunshine
I can confirm my oath and promise:
each time we used to meet outside
those rendezvous at the metro station
in my hometown, where not too distant
even as friends, we could keep no distance
I can confirm my oath and promise:
as I came back from the parking lot,
into the middle of nowhere
you at the door, in your jeans jacket
there at our motel in Pensacola
And now I am thinking of it all, you were always there
from the first instant, where you had to be … you …
among … flowers and sunshine, flowers and sunshine
I can reveal of graceful moments:
every time I hear you laughing
while you're talking with our first daughter
each time we look at our precious son
gettin’ out on his way, somewhere around
I can confess my main addiction:
every time I find you sleeping
each time you still call me your love
when I get home late in the night
every time you just say: "my love"
And then came back to me, in my mind, in my soul
underneath my skin … you and me ... you and me …
among … flowers and sunshine, flowers and sunshine
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(instrumental)
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14. |
From Dawn Till Late
05:21
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FROM DAWN TILL LATE
Music is everywhere, music is in everythin'
and it's always been with you
even before you saw the light
from the cradle through your life.
Let the music being played
from dawn till very late
as late as your God allows
and your neighbor too
Then play the sweetest of melodies
To please your dear ones
and them Gods of you
So that they might take good care of you
and of your dear ones too
Ooh ooh ooh… Ooh ooh ooh…
Poetry is everywhere
it might be here all around
as a friend and your best company,
even when you did not seem ready for
there in the tiny moments of your life
Let the music being played ...
Then play the sweetest of melodies ...
Then play the sweetest of melodies
So that they might take good care of you
Ooh ooh ooh… Ooh ooh ooh…
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15. |
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THINGS GOT THEIR NAME FROM A SPELL
Everything seems bright and light, these days
Whilst mindfulness and eyesight are in boost mood
The house is an open space
and all green plants and leaves and branches
seem more lively ... than ever ...
Spanish shoes, near the window,
maybe a subject for some story
All those books on the shelves, a treasure when you exploit it
My living room got its name, got its name from a spell
and now this room is … living ...
All technology around: just daily tools, to be used
English language: just a code to go everywhere
As far as I can reach, meeting some souls on this planet
that's what I will
The earliest hours of the day
An enchantment for this project time, in my life
And the night is the faithful ally, waiting for me with the truth
Sleep works so well for me and all is clear, when
processed through all those dreams and bright visions
All those dreams and the ... bright visions, in the night …
Now I am that scientist, at movies, restless and relentless
Until his job is done, the one for changing the world
to change the whole … universe ...
(CHORUS)
Shapes of things, a revelation
from Joan Miro
and the eye of Agamotto
Magic connections through the
world as we know it
and all of other hidden worlds
And all that ole Ditko weird stuff
is now so meaningful to me
Transformation is the new way
of doing poetry
and the ultimate way to reality
On this enchanted morning
On this wee small hour of a new day
The house is an open space
And all green plants and leaves and branches
seem more lively … than ever …
That old bag, a subject for some story
And this living room now definitely
Got its name from a spell
My living room got its name
Got its name from a spell
And one more thing, for this diary travel
When the eye of the artist
Takes control in your brain
Nothing will stay the same, anymore …
Being here is totally anew
and life itself now just appears
appears in its real … form …
A world of symbols, a revelation
from Joan Miro and the eye of Agamotto
Magic connections
through the world as we know it
and all of other hidden worlds
And all that ole Ditko weird stuff
Is now so meaningful to me
Transformation is the
New way of doing poetry
And the ultimate way to reality
(instrumental coda)
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Luca & The Tautologists Milan, Italy
Luca & The Tautologists
an ALT.ROCK band lead by LUCA ANDREA CRIPPA, author of all music and lyrics and
lead singer, guitar & lapsteel, with his life-long music pal and multi-instrumentalist RUBEN MINUTO, bass, backing vocals, mandolin and guitar (with Luca also on Lonesome Duo, No Rolling Back and Ruben Minuto Band), LEANDRO DIANA, electric & slide guitar and DENEB BUCELLA, drums.
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