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LUCIO DALLA

Published March 3, 2013 by Tony

IN MEMORY OF LUCIO

Lucio Dalla

“Large sheets to cover ourselves I do not have…. and if life has no dreams I’ll take them and give to you”

Today is your birthday… best wishes to you, Lucio!

Lucio Dalla (Bologna, March 4, 1943 – Montreux, 1 March 2012) was a musician and a popular Italian singer-songwriter.
Nobody expected it and the morning of 1 March 2012, by a heart attack at age 69 in the Ritz Hotel in Montreux, where he had performed the night before, Lucio left us, with discretion but too soon!

Throughout his long career, which reached fifty years of activity, he has also performed as a keyboardist, saxophonist, and playing the clarinet, his passion from an early age.His extensive artistic production has gone through many phases, from the beat to the rhythmic and musical experimentation, from the songwriting till the boundaries of classical music and opera. Lucio Dalla was also an author known abroad with some of his songs translated and brought to success in several languages, in addition to many duet with artists, nationally and internationally.
Its success takes root in 1971, when for the third time he participated at the Festival of Sanremo with the song “4/3/1943” (his birthdate), a censored song initially called “Gesù Bambino” (Baby Jesus), and that talks about a girl mother, who has a son with an unknown ally soldier.
The success was consolidated the following year when still in Sanremo he sang the touching “Piazza Grande“, dedicated to a homeless man in Bologna, his beloved hometown where he lived. The city that in 1999 gave him an honorary degree in “Arts and Lucio DallaPhilosophy”.
During his career he has worked with numerous artists, Gino Paoli, Luigi Tenco, Roberto Roversi, Francesco De Gregori, the Stadio, Ron, Gianni Morandi, through whose collaboration many of his songs were born.
In March 1986 the tour with the group “Stadio”, for a series of concerts abroad, culminated with performances in the United States from which the double live album “Dallamericaruso.” arose. In this album is the song “Caruso”, that recounts the last days of the great tenor, and that will give to the singer from Emilia-Romagna, an extraordinary success. The song, which has sold nearly 9 million copies worldwide, is now considered a classic of Italian music. Over the years, the song has been interpreted by many artists of various nationalities, including Mercedes Sosa, Celine Dion, Michael Bolton, Lara Fabian, Julio Iglesias, Andrea Bocelli and Luciano Pavarotti. The song translated into several languages, to date, has sold over 38 million copies worldwide. The singer has repeatedly explained the genesis of this song: “a song of the heart,” born from an intense and unexpected trip in Sorrento. Because of a boat broken, he was forced to stop along the Sorrento coastline, in the same hotel and room where years before the great tenor Enrico Caruso had died.
Lucio’s mother was originally from Puglia, where the singer often went, and here his love for the South and especially for the sea was born, to the point to spend every summer at Tremiti Isles, as well as Lucio loved Naples, where often he docked his boat. In fact, in 1997 he was awarded the “Honorary Citizenship” from the town of Sorrento. Once he said: “I have been influenced by the existence of Totò (note, the Neapolitan artist Antonio De Curtis Gagliardi), in all its forms, for me he was a myth. The beauty of Totò is the beauty of Naples. Naples, not easy to say, seems a city, but is not, it is a nation, a republic….. the admiration I have for Naples’s people was born out by this love for Totò…. Naples is the mystery of life, good and evil are mixed, but pulsate however“. About his love for the South, in an interview he said: “It was during these vacations as an emigrant backwards, which took place in me the split between two different ways of living. So today I have two souls: the northern one (orderly, efficient, futuristic, perfectionist, demanding to themselves and to others) and southern (disorganized, wild, sensual, dreamy, mystical), it is in the south that I became religious, of a religion frantic, irrational“.
Marco AlemannoFrom February 2007 began a collaboration with Marco Tutino, artistic director of the Teatro Comunale of Bologna, for the preparation of some opera and theater works, and it is here that the long-lasting friendship with Marco Alemanno, becomes more apparent. The Lucio Dalla “different” sexual orientation was known to his few close friends and not to the public, at least not officially. Although because of his success he had the “prigs” (fucking moralists) in the palm of his hand, Lucio remained silent, refusing to declare his homosexuality, fearful of the moralists’ judgment, as if, on the contrary, they were to have him on a string. That is why he had to “disguise” his feelings in the songs, sometimes inventing female names and faces of fantasy. He gave and inspired emotions, hiding his own ones.
Marco Alemanno, born in 1980, left his small town to pursue his passion for art in the city of the great Lucio Dalla, where their paths crossed to then separate tragically on March 1st of 2012. Marco followed him in every show and in every battle. In 2007, Marco appears on Lucio Dalla album “Il Contrario di me” (The opposite of me), as producer and co-author of some texts. The following year, he publishes “Gli occhi di Lucio” (Lucio’s eyes), a book with a DVD-written with Lucio and containing Dalla photographs and unpublished writings. Marco appears again in 2009 as artistic producer and co-author of some songs in the album “Angoli nel cielo” (Angles in the sky), and the year after participated in Dalla & De Gregori tour “Work in progress”, as singer and narrator.
Marco Alemanno has gained a lot of notoriety for the moving words with which he reminded Lucio on the occasion of his funeral in Bologna. His talk brought some controversy about the fact that the singer had never formalized his relationship with him, while the Catholic Church has condemned his intervention during the funerals in church. In his funeral speech, Mark has played some verses of the song by Lucio “Le Rondini” (The Swallows): “I would like to understand, in short, what love is, where is that you take and give it”.  Then, before bursting into tears, adding: “For some time now I had the pleasure, honor and privilege to grow alongside Lucio, singer, musician, filmmaker, and above all the man, eternal child, to whom I owe so much.

Since the singer did not leave a will, his inheritance, estimated at approximately 100 million euros, will be divided between his five first cousins. In the absence of a specific bequest, Marco Alemanno, intimate partner and resident in the same house for several years, has no legal rights.

I want to highlight that, although the ‘coming out‘ is a something useful and liberating for themselves and for those who are less strong, we cannot expect it to be a mandatory practice. People are different, have different thoughts and stories, and there are no rules with regard to their privacy. It would be nice and fair that we all take for granted that love, joy & sorrow’s sharing, and humanity were fixed rules regardless of our beliefs. And then “everyone will love how it goes,” as our dear friend Lucio sang and hoped.

Although the discography of this great songwriter includes twenty-two studio album for the Italian market, a Q Disc, nine live albums, several books and albums for the foreign market, among the many beautiful songs that Lucio has left us, and in addition to those already mentioned, I want to mention: L’Anno che verrà, Attenti Al Lupo, Anna E Marco, Tu Non Mi Basti Mai, Come E’ Profondo il Mare, Caro Amico Ti Scrivo, Stella Di Mare, Disperato Erotico Stomp, L’Ultima Luna, Telefonami Tra Vent’anni, Un Uomo Come Me, Cara, Nuvolari, Il Gigante e La Bambina, Balla Balla Ballerino, Futura.  (The Year to come, The Wolf, Anna and Mark, I Just Do not You Never Come and ‘Deep Sea, Dear Friend I am writing, Star of the Sea, Erotic Stomp, The Last Moon, Call me Between Twenty years, A Man Like Me, Honey, Nuvolari, The Giant and The Child, Dance dance Dancer, Futura).

Here’s the literal translation of his words showed in the picture below the title.

“Of many houses, not any one that has no windows, any shred of sky over the roofs of the city, where I lived and where I listened, checked, tried the beating of your heart, your breaths, your curses, the noise of your dreams, the mysterious small daily killings and the miraculous births that every day God sends us and which take place under the skies of all countries and of all the cities on overcast nights of stars. It is from there that have fallen words, stones, stories and sounds that arrive to me by the beautiful deception of love that never ends, or the sensuality of the best encounters, those dreamed, those where there are no more break ups, where you don’t die or die is just disappearing under a sweet, lovely snowfall. It is from that glimpse of heaven and heart that I will listen to you even when no one will listen to me, that I’ll still be looking for you although you will not be looking for me anymore. And from up there, until there will be a window, my heart will sing the life and story that takes it.”

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Dear Lucio, although I respect your discretion and silence, I would have liked if you had had the courage to shout to the world your “diversity“, because coming from a great man like you, this would tell someone else that there is no “diversity” as these others still think.


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CLAUDIO BAGLIONI

Published September 28, 2012 by Tony

AVRAI

This song compared to the previous proposed one, is a song by a songwriter who years ago dedicated it to his newborn son, and thus it’s the lyric that matters most here. Although, as it must be, the melody is very catchy. I submit it to you, through the following video and the usual my literal translation. The singer is Claudio Baglioni and the song titled “AVRAI” (You’ll have).

[or click here for another video]

AVRAI

YOU’LL HAVE

ITALIAN

 

ENGLISH

Avrai sorrisi sul tuo viso come ad agosto grilli e stelle

 

You’ll have smiles on your face as crickets and stars in August

storie fotografate dentro un album rilegato in pelle

stories photographed in a album

bound in leather

tuoni di aerei supersonici che fanno alzar la testa

 

supersonic aircraft’s thunders that bring head raise

e il buio all’alba che si fa d’argento alla finestra

 

and darkness at dawn that becomes silver out the window

avrai un telefono vicino che vuol dire già aspettare

 

you’ll have a telephone near which means already wait

schiuma di cavalloni pazzi che s’inseguono nel mare

 

foam of crazy waves that chase themselves in the sea

e pantaloni bianchi da tirare fuori che è già estate

 

and white trousers to pull out  because already summertime

un treno per l’America senza fermate

 

a train to America with non-stop

avrai due lacrime più dolci da seccare

 

you’ll have two sweeter tears to dry

un sole che si uccide e pescatori di telline

 

a sun that we can kill and fishermen of clams

e neve di montagne e pioggia di colline

 

and mountain’s snow and hill’s rain

avrai un legnetto di cremino da succhiare

you will have a cream-stick to suck

avrai una donna acerba e un giovane dolore

 

you’ll have an unripe woman and a young pain

viali di foglie in fiamme ad incendiarti il cuore

 

avenues of leaves on fire to burn your heart

e avrai una sedia per posarti e

and you’ll have a chair to rest and

ore vuote come uova di cioccolato

hours empty as chocolate eggs

ed un amico che ti avrà deluso, tradito, ingannato

and a friend who will have disappointed, betrayed, deceived  you

avrai avrai avrai

you’ll have  you’ll have  you’ll have

il tuo tempo per andar lontano

your time to go far

camminerai dimenticando

you’ll walk, forgetting

ti fermerai sognando

and will stop, dreaming

e avrai avrai avrai

and you’ll have will have you will have

la stessa mia triste speranza

my same sad hope

e sentirai di non avere amato mai abbastanza

and you’ll feel not to have loved ever enough

se amore amore avrai

if love, love you’ll have

avrai parole nuove da cercare quando viene sera

you’ll have new words to search when evening comes

e cento ponti da passare e far suonare la ringhiera

and hundred bridges to cross and to sound the railing

la prima sigaretta che ti fuma in bocca un po’ di tosse

the first cigarette that smokes in your mouth a little cough

Natale di agrifoglio e candeline rosse

Christmas of holly and small red candles

avrai un lavoro da sudare

you’ll have a job to sweat

pattini fradici di brividi e rugiada

skates drenched in chills and dew

giochi elettronici e sassi per la strada

electronic games and stones on the road

avrai ricordi, ombrelli e chiavi da scordare

you’ll have memories, umbrellas and keys to forget

avrai carezze per parlare con i cani

you’ll have caresses to talk to the dogs

e sarà sempre di domenica domani

and it always will be on Sunday tomorrow

e avrai discorsi chiusi dentro, e

and you’ll have speeches closed inside ya

mani che frugano le tasche della vita

and hands searching in the pockets of life

ed una radio per sentire che la guerra è finita

and a radio to hear that the war is over

e avrai avrai avrai

and you’ll have will have you’ll have

il tuo tempo per andar lontano

your time to go far

camminerai dimenticando

you’ll walk, forgetting

ti fermerai sognando

and will stop, dreaming

avrai avrai avrai

you’ll have will have you will have

la stessa mia triste speranza

my same sad hope

e sentirai di non avere amato mai abbastanza

and you’ll feel not to have loved ever enough

se amore amore… amore avrai

if love, love… love you’ll have

…. amore avrai

 …. love will you have

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MY CITY

Published August 14, 2011 by Tony

LA MIA CITTA’

LA MIA CITTA

Here’s a possible translation of the lyrics:

MY CITY

Weary, resigned, innocent, possessed
Naked, shamed, betrayed, condemned
But it is my city
Dirty, poisoned, uncivilized, inflamed
Always crowded, devout, mutinous
But it is my city
And the night will never go
Beautiful, flashy, envied, invasive
Vulgar, indecent, violent, incandescent
But it is my city
Sweet, unconscious, treacherous, insolent
Bitter, haunting, miraculously, irreverent
But it is my city
And tomorrow who knows, you’ll see that it’ll change, maybe it’s true
But nothing will ever change if I am the only one to believe in it

Alone, abandoned, invisible, spied
Fair, despised, wild, uncontrolled
But it is my city
Cultured, refined, attacked, scorned
Suit, light-hearted, superstitious, ruthless
But it is my city
And tomorrow who knows, you’ll see that it’ll change, maybe it’s true
But nothing will ever change if I am the only one to believe in it

Ancient, antiquated, mysterious, unexplored
Fragile, spices, besieged, handcuffed
But it is my city

This is the lyrics of the last song of the Neapolitan songwriter Edoardo Bennato. A song dedicated to Naples (click on the video to listen to the song).

EDOARDO BENNATO

LA MIA CITTA – E. Bennato –

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To know more about him you can read this article on wikipedia. Edoardo wrote many songs but some really are masterpeices and I love a lot  “Il gatto e la Volpe” and “L’sola che non c’è”, and just for you I translated this last one, while you can listen to the song here

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The Neverland

Second star to the right
this is the way,
and then straight on till morning
then the road you will find by yourself,
it leads to Never Land.

Perhaps this will seem strange
but the reason loses control of the situation.
And now you’re almost convinced that
it cannot exist an island that there isn’t.

And to think, what a madness,
is a fable, it is just fantasy
and who is wise, who is mature knows it:
it cannot exist in the reality!

I agree with you,
doesn’t exist a land
where there are not saints or heroes
and if there are no thieves,
and if there is never the war,
 perhaps it justr is the island that there isn’t
… that there is not.

It is not an invention
and even a pun 
If you believe in me it is sufficient 
then you find the road by yourself.

I agree with you,
no thieves and policemen,
but, what kind of island is it?
No hatred and violence,
either soldiers or weapons,
Perhaps it just is the island that there isn’t
… that ther isn’t.

Second star to the right
this is the way,
and then straight on till morning
you can not miss it
that is the island that there isn’t!
And you get teased
if you go on to look for it,
but do not give up, because
who has already given up
and  laugh behind
maybe it’s even crazier than you!

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