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THE QUEEN OF HEARTS (Pier Morandi)
she was standin’ round the corner on a Sunday afternoon
with a suitcase like a mourner in her brand new costume
he was leafin’ through the magazines in the silent waiting room
waitin’ for another train to pass for the upcomin’ honeymoon
the queen of hearts is shufflin’ over to the billiard saloon
like a faded blues slightly out of tune
on this Sunday afternoon
double row wedding band at the pawn shop second-hand
just below on demand moldy roses in the sand
a white leaflet hangin’ on the wall just tryin’ to endorse
happy endings at the end of town even in case of divorce
the queen of hearts is shufflin’ over to your false alibis
throwin’ darts like a gypsy in disguise
no more cards to analyze
hold me tight put your warm lovin’ arms all around me
hold me tight keep your arms all around me
by the rising of the moon
dusty ol’ roads headin’ down muddy sound from the town
life is just passing by no more reason to reply
by the stream a sailor all alone engraves letters on a bone
love promises are on the throne but nothing’s ever set in stone
the queen of hearts is shufflin’ over to your false alibis
throwin’ darts like a gypsy in disguise
no more cards to analyze
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PAST AND GONE (Pier Morandi)
I remember when days were younger and books so near
all roads led to Jack Kerouac and roots were not so clear
freedom was inexpensive you could buy it for a loaf of bread
just around every corner a wildflower was a wind of change
my suitcase had a rambling soul
my hiding place was a lonesome road
I was standing in my silent nights
on the highway of my day
acting like a young summer mask
till the sunlight went away
all roads all railroad tracks
still trace a way home
but the river seems now past and gone
on the chessboard we used to move pawns against kings
fighting for a better land fighting for equality
Indians were on the right side and Blacks on blues and jazz
sunrise blended colors sunset leaves of grass
my fathers were struggling souls
my mothers were my lonesome roads
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BURNING HATS (Pier Morandi)
the time we spent was full of signs
the words we lived defined a land
don’t shake me don’t wake me the dream is so long
don’t hurt me don’t praise me it turns me on
the room we shared was made of dust
the sound we heard was heart and soul
don’t shake me don’t wake me the dream is so long
don’t hurt me don’t praise me it turns me on
I can’t forget it, ‘t was the sound of my guitar
I can’t forget it, all your pictures on the wall
so proud so lonesome walking down the road
to find to wear all those burning hats
don’t shake me don’t wake me the dream is so long
don’t hurt me don’t praise me it turns me on
I can’t forget it, ‘t was the sound of my guitar
I can’t forget it, all your pictures on the wall
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A LETTER ON THE WALL (Pier Morandi)
well I put on my old raincoat
on a chilly winter day
searching for my destination
through the leaves along the shore
blue blue memories arising
like a shelter in the storm
moving clouds far from the mountains
bare branches on your door
while the shadows are a-falling
on the nights on the days
rays like shooting stars are greeting
oh he’s gone, just a letter on the wall
he’s gone, he’s gone, just a letter on the wall
holding me tight to my raincoat
on this bench behind the trees
watching silently the lonely sky
where I still can feel your way
take my heart inside a fallen leaf
and make my sorrow slide away
while rays like shootin’ stars are greetin’
oh he’s gone, just a letter on the wall
he’s gone, he’s gone, just a letter on the wall
he’s gone, he’s gone, just a letter on the wall
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DOWN THE LINE (Pier Morandi)
rain’s falling down on this gloomy night
a silver cane beats on the fate
you’re walkin’ down, just walkin’ down in the cold
while this winter wind blows, while this winter wind cries down the line
nowhere to stay no one to wait
no train to catch (sure) it’s getting too late
and I’m standin’ awaitin’ always ready to tell you here I am
while this winter wind blows, while this winter wind cries down the line
no more question to ask no more reason to hide
a leaf on your shoulder and this blues on your side
and a bag full of nothing for a journey so far away from home
while this winter wind blows, while this winter wind cries down the line
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THE CAPTAIN (Pier Morandi)
on the way so long ago, when the days weren’t so short
and the dreams they played with the stones
every colour was a light, every brush was a sigh
and the magic shone through the face
wooden ships were in your hands, I tried to get to the deck
just to see my Captain oohh sail away!
you are sittin’ on a dock alone, away from your home
while the cold wind blows along the winter shore
and the memories all around, laid on the ground
are the pages and signs behind you, they wait for a home
on the way so long ago, inside the breeze and the storm
where the words were shattered on the rocks
from your ship you called my name but I was just a pirate
a thief of stars in the moonlight nights
you are sittin’ on a dock alone, away from your home
while the cold wind blows along the winter shore
and the memories all around, laid on the ground
are the pages and signs behind you, they wait for a home
now the books are closed for good, all the history books
but you’ll open them just for a while
they will carry back and forth they will show you the way
like a compass needle always seeking north
you are sittin’ on a dock alone, away from your home
while the cold wind blows along the winter shore
and the memories all around, laid on the ground
are the pages and signs behind you, they wait for a home
are the pages and signs behind you, they wait for a home
are the pages and signs behind you, they wait for a home
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AROUND YOURSELF (Pier Morandi)
see the pages on the floor
see the letters on the desk
see the naked souls
at the dim light of the day
at the bright light of the night
in the spirit of the words
all by yourself
all by yourself
around yourself
livin’ poetry
crossin’ lives and roads
sharin’ destinies
on the way
of the days
they were walkin’ on
there’s a loser on the chair
a drunken angel from the sky
with a restless soul
hear the voices of the ground,
for nickel for a dime,
catch the scent of your new days
all by yourself
all by yourself
around yourself
livin’ poetry
crossin’ lives and roads
sharin’ destinies
on the way
of the days
they were walkin’ on
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SHE’S READY (Pier Morandi)
rambling mind rambling soul
always so far away from home
with a journey with no chains
to speak like wind to speak like rain
gatherin’ this old world
of broken dreams and broken words
maybe on the wrong side of the road
but they say… yeah yes, they say
she is ready (they say)
like a dawn (like a dawn)
yes, she’s ready (they say)
to take you home
nailed novels on the walls
rusted gates at the doors
the house ain’t worth a dime
there is no place to hide your time
gatherin’ this old world
of broken dreams and broken words
maybe on the wrong side of the road
but they say… yeah yes, they say
she is ready (they say)
like a dawn (like a dawn)
yes, she’s ready (they say)
to take you home
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FALLING LEAVES (Pier Morandi)
how many ways you lose behind the corners
how many friends you leave just in a while
like falling leaves faded in the pages
all closed inside yourself
how many stories you follow before they vanish
how many eyes no longer pass from here
like empty rooms left in the dust
ol’ doors they don’t open no more
if you’re looking for a name or a why
like a soft wind they are always beyond
just elusive, in your past memories
maybe just like ol’ photographs
between dreams an’ reality
and all the notes were hiding all the shadows
in the silences of lost abandoned words
like already written letters never sent
before going away
if you’re looking for a name or a why
like a soft wind they are always beyond
just elusive, in your past memories
maybe just like ol’ photographs
between dreams an’ reality
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BETWEEN THE TWILIGHT AND THE DAWN
(Pier Morandi) to my daughter Laura
you’re gatherin’ the leaves of your time
to keep them closer to you
yes I know what it means, I’m so near
but I cannot reach you
just to tell you I will be on your side
and when our words are lost in silences
we will walk down to our hidden place
between the twilight and the dawn
the spring eyes of your mornings
like your wishes painted amber and blue
from the book of my autumn
a white leaf is falling to you
just to tell you I will be on your side
and when our words are lost in silences
we will walk down to our hidden place
between the twilight and the dawn
between the twilight and the dawn
between the twilight and the dawn
between the twilight and the dawn
between the twilight and the dawn
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released March 10, 2016
