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THE DAYS OF ROCK 'N' ROLL
(Pier Morandi)
they were the days of rock ‘n’ roll for a boy and a girl
they were the days of rock ‘n’ roll, a long time ago
“don’t find me, please find me, just find me, my love”
“don’t find me, please find me, our time ain’t so long”
they were the days of rock ‘n’ roll for a boy and a girl
they were the days of rock ‘n’ roll a long time ago
I can see your shadow coming out of the trees
they were the days, the days of rock ‘n’ roll
they were the days of the long black night, across the wind
they were the days of the long black night, along our way
“don’t love me, please love me, I know what you mean”
“don’t love me, please love me, hold me closer to you”
they were the days of the long black night, across the wind
they were the days of the long black night, along our way
I can touch your hand but our time has gone
they were the days, the days of rock ‘n’ roll
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NO MORE BLUES no more pain
(Pier Morandi)
high tide, big river, hard rain, down on me
I’m just crossin’ the border on this lonesome night
grey days down the river, pale stars over me
they are drivin’ your ashes on this midnight raft
your last journey to heaven
no more blues no more pain
strong wind cold waves, a black dance on the edge
runnin’ after a shadow on this moonless night
muddy waters, deep river, lost secrets of the past
I will spread your dead roses on the promised land
you can shelter your lost soul
no more blues no more pain
high tide, big river, hard rain, down on me
I’m just crossin’ the border on this lonesome night
you can turn off your light, man
no more blues no more pain
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DRIVE THIS SKY an American dream
(Pier Morandi)
move your eyes, find the rise
like a young girl in the cornfields at the daylight walkin’ down
with a black worn-out dress with the hard snow underfoot
tryin’ to cross that old river, he was looking down the line
with his plane made of iron with his eyes full of light
she was standin’ alone he was carryin’ no home
and the young dressed all the wounds in the silence of their sight
like a mother like a lover to the man with no words
she was standin’ alone he was carryin’ no home
drive this sky touch the sigh, move your eyes find the rise
the time he was born, the time she was born ..babe
move your eyes find the rise
so their days quickly passed at the shadow of their nights
till he turned back the pages to the place he had come
just a letter written down to the cornfields to the nights
just a letter to the girl to an address never known
she was standin’ alone he was carryin’ no home
drive this sky touch the sigh, move your eyes find the rise
the time he was born, the time she was born ..babe
move your eyes find the rise
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TRAIN TO NOWHERE
(Pier Morandi) - thanks to Tommy Giuliano
iron sound and spurs on the train
iron heart it beats in a craven
troubled soul, worn out coat, dusty sun
on the last great escape
you’ve taken your place on the train to nowhere
how could you sleep with the treason in your eyes?
how could you sleep with the noise of your thoughts?
scared and dirty, he was down, kneelin’ down
no more prayers at all
you’ve taken your place on the train to nowhere
you took your way you broke your rules
you took your blind way
hollow sound of the trails in the tunnel
hollow voice of the past in the funnel
burning eyes, in the dark, you can’t sleep?
you’d better count your time to fall
you’ve taken your place on the train to nowhere
‘cause you’ve taken your place on the train to nowhere
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SCENDE LA NEBBIA
(Pier Morandi)
..a mio padre
questo tempo grigio che sorride senza ridere mai
coi suoi uomini scuri che ti spiegano bene chi sei
come statue di marmo, nei tribunali della libertà
siamo tutti uguali, nessuno sconto per la povertà
taglio un pezzo di pane mentre guardo mio padre laggiù
lui parlava di storia, oggi la storia non parla più
oggi la storia è bruciata, in queste strade di periferia
e dove restan due pagine, scende la nebbia e se le porta via
dentro alla polvere di un vento che verrà
ci sarà un uomo, un'altro uomo che saprà
ma il vento e quell’uomo, nati senza poesia
sono ombre nascoste sedute a fianco della borghesia
questa vita che scorre fra i suoi fiori lasciati appassire
che respira in affanno in mezzo ai libri abbandonati a marcire
questa vita è ferita, colpita al cuore dalla falsità
coi suoi poeti in prigione e con gli idioti sempre in libertà
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AT THE END OF THE WAY
(Pier Morandi)
howlin’ clouds are a-blowin’
blues in the storm
there’s no reason for callin’
nobody’s on the phone
all the days are uncertain
all the thoughts insecure ..so long
like two opposite lives
like a parallel world
with the smell of the sunset
runnin’ all down the road
you meet and face your present
you meet your coming land ..so long
it’s a shadow alone at the end of the way
drinkin’ a whisky
smokin’ a cigare
while the walls all around you
write a borderline
the books you are turnin’
they’ve got no pages to save ..no more
it’s a shadow alone at the end of the way
..at the end of the way ..at the end of the way
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SIDE BY SIDE
(Pier Morandi)
when your time has gone all the thoughts are worn
they tell a story on the edge
when the clouds are touched by the blowing wind
they move and shadow on the land
you tell me all the things must come to an end
and find their harbour and their rest
yes I know I know all the things I did wrong
but I can’t deny what you mean
and the roads we are travelling all alone
recall me the days side by side
when I used to say this love’ll last forever like
a sign painted on the wall
all the words they listen to the troubles and the rhymes
while the silence speaks with a breath
I got lost in this life following the dreams
but the dream it never woke me up
you can see from above the outline of the town
and keep your mind on the height
on the stones on the wheat on the walls on the trees
through the lanes you’re walkin’ not alone
I can’t hear your heart I can hear your step
with no time with no night with no day
only a strong hard story can explain what we are
the pain the doubt and the strength
you tell me all the things must come to an end
and find their harbour and their rest
yes I know I know all the things I did wrong
but I can’t deny what I feel
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released September 25, 2016
Pier Morandi's photo by William Merelli photoghraphy.
