ANDREA BOCELLI lyrics - Viaggio Italiano

Marenariello

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Oi' ne', fa priesto viene! nun me fa spanteca'! Ca pure 'a rezza vene ca a mmare sto a mena'! Stienneme sti braccelle, aiutame a tira'... ca stu marenariello te vo' sem'abbraccia'! Vicino 'o mare, facimmo ammore, a ccore a ccore pe' ce spassa'... So marenare e tiro 'a rezza, pe' la priezza, stongo a muri'! Vide che sbatte l'onne comme stu core cca'... de lacreme te nfonne ca 'o faie 'nnammura'. E vide pure e stelle tu faie 'nnammura'... ca stu marenariello tu faie suspira'. Vicino 'o mare, facimmo ammore, a ccore a ccore pe' ce spassa'... So marenare e tiro 'a rezza, pe' la priezza, stongo a muri'!

Uva Acerba

Carmen Consoli
L'inconveniente sopraggiunto, la delusione, l'insospettabile fulmine a ciel sereno. Le lunghe attese, l'incombente trepidazione, ma è vero Che grandi aspettative ingannano e Chi troppo abbraccia, nulla stringe. L'inconveniente sopraggiunto fu irreparabile, ma è vero che un forte sentire stordisce e l'istinto soccombe alla ragione. Non ci aspetteranno più nè Parigi, nè Vienna, le allegre passeggiate in quella baia del Sud... .troverai qualcun'altra a cui chiedere: portami vicino al mare... portami vicino al mare... portami vicino al mare... L'inconveniente sopraggiunto, la delusione, ma è vero che per alcune volpi l'uva è acerba.. Non ci aspetteranno più nè Parigi, nè Vienna le allegre passeggiate in quella baia del Sud. e già sulla via del ritorno solerte, sussurravi portami vicino al mare. portami vicino al mare portami vicino al mare portami vicino al mare portami vicino al mare vicino al mare vicino al mare

Three Horses

JOAN BAEZ "Blessed Are..."
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) In the early dawn a stallion white prances the hills in the morning light. His bridle is painted with thunder and gold, orchids and dragons, pale knights of old. He is the horse of the ages past. And now the children run to see the stallion on the hill, bringing bags of apples and of clover they have filled. And the white horse tells his stories of the days now past and gone and the children stand a-wondering believing every song. How brightly glows the past. When the sun is high comes a mare so red, trampling the graves of the living and dead. Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass, all is reflected when the red mare does pass. She is the horse of the here and now. And now there is confusion amongst the children on the hill. They cling to one another and no longer can be still. While the red mare's voice is trembling with a rare and mighty call, the children start remembering the bearers and the pall. And though their many-colored sweaters are reflected in the glass, and though the sun shines down upon them, they are frightened in the grass. How stark is the here and now. When night does fall comes a stallion black, so proud and tall he never looks back. He wears him no emeralds, silver and gold, not even a covering to keep him from cold. He is the horse of the years to come. And I will get me down before this steed upon my knees and sing to him the sorrows of a thousand centuries. And the children now will scatter as their mothers call them home, for the sadness of the evening horse no child has ever known. And I will hang about him a bell that's never rung and thank him for the many words which from his throat have never sprung. And I'll thank God and all the angels that the stallion of the evening, the black horse of the future, comes to earth but has no tongue. Â 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

Once Pure

AGAINST ME! "Vivada Vis!"
I opened my eyes to find my world enslaved, my brothers and sisters rendered mindless, with no desire to free themselves of their own chains. A potentially beautiful existence had been rendered meaningless. Set on a course to worldwide annihilation. But first the destruction and abandonment of everything sacred. Anything with any real meaning, any real chance of evolution. Yet they say I'm the one who's blind, cursed with this fucking insanity. When all this time we could have been free, in the name of Anarchy. Once pure, once clean, once natural, the water was once strong and free. Once pure, once beautiful, once healthy, the air once breathed life. The land that sustains our existence has been locked in shackles and chains. Then raped by the flags and the tyrants. Poisoned by the power trips of the insane. So you look around, and you pick your plot and you dig your own fucking grave. Or you take your stand and you wage your war, in the name of Anarchy. A simple objection is not enough, prove your disgust. When all this time we could have been free, in the name of Anarchy.

Innocence Lost

AMY GRANT "Simple Things"
I can't relive my life I can't retrace my tracks I can't undo what's done There is no going back I chased a selfish dream Did not survey the cost Illusions disappeared I've found my innocence lost Some say it's lessons learned Some say it's a living life I say it's choices made Knowing wrong from right One night I fought to sleep In my slumber I turned and tossed I woke to a cloudy day And found my innocence lost Innocent child is a beautiful thing Secure in her father's arms Sleeps while a mother sings There's no way to know All the harm this world can bring I miss my innocence Oh, to be innocent My heavenly Father The way of eternal love That overflows with grace I can completely trust My broken heart repaired And all my sin forgot I can be pure again In spite of my innocence lost In his eyes I'm a newborn child Cuz I accept his love I have a newfound hope Though I've found my innocence lost I can be pure again I've found my innocence lost

The Great Vendetta

ALEX GOOT "158"
I’ve been searching for longer than they’ve (been force feeding their advertisement to those) Who are scared of life and how theirs will turn out and this (goes out to everyone who likes their life how it is) And those who will never be bothered by turn-outs much greater, And successes much better than theirs You say that you are pure But I know better. There's no room for me to Enter the great vendetta. They say "Surprising as this (might sound to your ears) You only get one chance Don’t screw it up. (don’t waste) Your time with romance you must conform. You must not try to resist." You say that you are pure But I know better. There's no room for me to Enter the great vendetta. They don't understand me, they damn near command me. I don't know what they're asking for. Their days are numbered, And they mean nothing more to me than the eye can see. You say that you are pure But I know better. There's no room for me to Enter the great vendetta.

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