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BEYOND THE NIGHT
(Pier Morandi)
there’s a land running through dreams
where a loser flies a kite
veiled by old sleeping streams
flowing just beyond the night
summer days winter nights mark the same deserted road
sunny days gloomy nights face the sound of memory
oh my memory
like a rising tide
all my memories
now are painted blue
just beyond the night
I’m a forest burned to ashes
I’m the nakedness of the landless
I am screams of pain fading along the abandoned road
I am bleeding eyes facing the sound of memory
oh my memory
like a rising tide
all my memories
now are painted blue
just beyond the night
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NOTHING BUT LOSERS
(Pier Morandi)
darling here the night falls painting the lonely hours
on our old harbor where nobody lives anymore
hidden memories in the folds of time
the pawn shop round the corner has just taken our destiny
made of subtle shades of hope supported by illusion
you remember the days? when you whispered to me
we’ll be the same our love will last forever
we’ll be the same forever and ever
while the sound of the waves confused our sighs or our loneliness
we were nothing but losers
with no time with no land at the mercy of reality and dreams
you remember the days? made of words of love
we’ll be the same our love will last forever
we’ll be the same forever and ever
always close to each other like two signs
like two signs on a wall
but a sudden gust of wind reminded us we were nothing but losers
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FRAMES
(Pier Morandi)
when time was young I used to roll soundless stones
towards a distant shore where the wind mingled with the storm
while my thoughts were looking for a leeward coast
I took my journey like a poem without any rhymes
walking in balance between idea and vertigo
frames of time, frames of a movie
days gone by, days of eternal return
far away, blurred like a dream in a dream
and so today I enter the old cinema
I take my usual seat while the lights go down
frames of time, frames of a movie
days gone by, days of eternal return
far away, blurred like a dream in a dream
like a dream in a dream
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RED ON BLUES
(Pier Morandi)
red on blues down the highway
in red high-heeled shoes and gabardine dress
leaning on the side of a Chevy BelAir
in worn out blue shoes and wrinkled suit
he slowly puts his hands on the shiny BelAir
while her eyes say move your hands from my door
red on blues, you’d better change your mind
red on blues go nowhere
my National guitar shines like a dream
on your red leather seat it inflames desire
red on blues down the highway
John Lee Hooker on the porch Alan Wilson by his side
Mike Bloomfield Howlin’ Wolf, blues sets your soul on fire
red on blues, the sunshine of love
red on blues face the highway
get behind the wheel and turn your radio on
rev up the engine and let the wind run free
red on blues down the highway
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DAY AFTER DAY
(Pier Morandi)
day after day on the same narrow lane
shining far in the sleepless rain
standing at the corner while a leaf slowly fall
like a fleeting shadow
sweet eyes like destiny
on the evening dew
sweet eyes like endless sea
hiding in the blue
raindrops from the roofs raindrops from the past
wet your eyes confuse your smile
driven by the wind painted by the rain
always beautiful, beautiful, oh so beautiful
I play my tune for you
on this velvet light
I play my tune for you
on this lonely night
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I WILL REMEMBER YOU
(Pier Morandi)
the sunlight was just fading
while the wind was moving the evening stars
leaning on the windowsill
you were trying to catch traces of your time
I will remember you
your silent eyes
I will remember you
and a distant home, the place where I belong
sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever meet again
sometimes I just think of you
on the doorstep two suitcases
the first white and the other painted blue
photos of some yesterdays
alongside some of the future days
I will remember you
in the summer days
I will remember you
where a rising sun used to shine on the night
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HERE BEFORE
(Pier Morandi)
sittin’ down here in the morning light
I hear the rustle of the falling leaves
lookin’ through this cool and gentle wind
I feel the memories of another night
I know I have been here before
flyin’ high along this mountain path
with the sound of my worn out guitar
have you seen the stars tonite?
yes, they shared a lonely sky with us
I know I have been here before
lookin’ at this whole around
tryin’ to join my heart and ground
to this air made of sound
to this place made of stone
I bring back my roamin’ soul
to the way that takes me home
I know I have been here before
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BACK ROADS
(Pier Morandi)
the lonely country lane is still asleep
only a breeze from the North
moves ashes and leaves
it is time to gather things and thoughts
and then back on the road
in the still of the night
today as yesterday leaves of grass guide my time
while blue blue waters flow majestic and free
all my direction seems to lead
towards a distant road where it all began
back roads of memory through the lines of the night
time blurs colors and voices
confusing the past
on the canvas of life
so I try to find a trace in the shadows to recognize
days with no name
sunbeams in the clouds
all my direction seems to lead
towards a distant road where it all began, right there where
blue blue waters flow majestic and free
back roads of memory inside a breeze from the North
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TAKE MY HEART
(Pier Morandi)
take my heart take my hand
on this night on this plain
take me over the border line
where the streets have no name
where the houses have no doors
and there is more to leave than to steal
take my eyes take my thoughts
all my reasons all my wrongs
take me down to that hidden land
where equality lives
where they offer you a glass of wine
without knowing who you are and what you want
take my heart take my breath
all my doubts my scattered sheets
take me over the border line
where the land belongs to the land
where the color is just a shade
where people know how to listen rather than speak
now the rising sun brings some light
on this ole gravel road
we are traveling in the dust
close to each other, and this is all we own
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I wrote and sang this song in Italian. Here's the English translation:
DAYS OF ROCK 'N' ROLL
(Pier Morandi)
some rain from the clouds was falling down
wetting time and its rules over the town
then the wind moved the sky beyond
on hidden roads far from here
browsing the hours as if they were photographs
between dreams, waits, uncertain nights, and poems
and the young Holden goes with you
they were days, days of rock 'n' roll
like an actor still weak to ask
challenges himself and his audience made of masks
she dresses and puts on make-up in tired dressing rooms
suitcases suspended between going and staying
like too big a theater, you know, for any age
life offers, takes, provokes, then goes away
and the road you are waiting for is seduction and magic
but also days you would never want
goodnight from the clouds my love
this rain as letters will speak to you
on winter days when the sun goes away
in the days of May that shine on you
goodnight from the clouds my love
this rain so fragile will bring you
that distant sound that will remain next to you
like in those days of rock ‘n’ roll
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released February 10, 2021
