"Il disco è molto autobiografico. Dentro di me, ma anche nei miei amici, c'è il timore della precarietà, dell'idea che se ci separiamo potremmo rimanere soli, del fatto che qualcosa di bello finisca. Ho sempre avuto questa predisposizione: nell'attimo in cui vivo un momento stupendo e raggiungo livelli altissimi di gioia o gratificazione, la malinconia si impossessa di me.
Sapendo che quel momento non è eterno, provo una specie di rimpianto di quando nel futuro non ci sarà più: è come se nell'oggi vivesse il domani e avvertissi l'assena di qualcosa che non ho più, sebbene nel presente la abbia. Mi godo quel che sto vivendo, ma sempre con una certa nostalgia. Ad esempio, il mare e le stagioni per le quali ho scritto i pezzi non erano quelle che stavo vivendo mentre componevo: per me è tutto al passato, perché già sento la mancanza dell'oggi."
* tratto da Carmen Consoli - Quello che sento, F. Guglielmi - GIUNTI Editore 2006
When the April showers blur the horizon disconsolately fishermen bring their boats sowly back to the shore.
When April showers send housewives hurrying outdoors to salvage rows of white washing hanging on the line.
I know that summer's just round the corner playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
All through those chilled and cheerless winters, col comfort came slowly to an end, every cloud lost its silver-lining, having fun was playing a game of pretend.
The April showers release the sweet scent of blossolming trees to ride the wind and go down to mingle with the salt-sea air.
I know that summer's just round the corner playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
All through those chilled and cheerless winters, col comfort came slowly to an end.
What we missed then, most of all, was our indisputable right to laughter.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
I suffer seeing you
break the principles
which were the firm basis
of an exemplary dignity.
The questionable urgency
that makes it essential for people
to conform to the norm
is inadmissible.
They say that the return
on any sacrifice is considerable,
but the exception to the rule
undermines the norm.
If it is true that the return
on any sacrifice is considerable,
then giving up your soul
would bring a handsome reward
I suffer seeing you
making bizarre movements
controlled by a shrewd,
string-pulling puppeteer .
Do you think
escaping the stern
and watchful gaze
of your own conscience
can be an admirable choice ?
They say that the return
on any sacrifice is considerable,
but the exception to the rule
undermines the norm.
If it is true that the return
on any sacrifice is considerable,
then giving up your soul
would bring a handsome reward
Forgive me
For my voice, damaged
By smoke and strain and a
Predisposition to decadence.
Forgive me
For my appearance, shabby
And in a sad state of neglect. The passage of time
Will bring wisdom and common sense.
My revolution is it never rains
but it pours, a castle in the air,
and it will bring
Neither praise, nor blame …
Forgive me
if I don’t take advantage of the benefit of the doubt
and moments of cowardly silence. The passage of time
will bring back the gospel to the truth.
My revolution is it never rains
but it pours, a castle in the air,
And it will bring
Neither praise, nor blame …
My revolution already seems
Like a fight against windmills,
And will bring no
Medals for merit…
My revolution is it never rains
but it pours, a castle in the air,
And it will bring
Neither praise, nor blame …
My revolution already seems
Like a fight against windmills,
And will bring no
Medals for merit…
One look from him and I fell under his spell,
His manicured fingers moved like a magician's.
His lips in proportion to the pearly-white,
Dazzling perfection of his irresistible smile.
With great expertise, never wasting a word,
I gave in to his charm and persuasion as he
Sweet talked me.
We started to meet and date fast and furiously,
In all the unusual places we could think of.
My artful young man had endless resources,
Pulling the strings that seduced me.
No hesitation when he asked me sincerely:
"Come on let's get married". he was a master of self-assured ease.
Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
Something borrowed 'n' blue, something old 'n' new,
As I waited devoutly for the groom to appear.
Crammed in their pews the guests growing restless
Restraining their pent-up hysteria.
The minutes ticked by with relentless precision,
So where on earth was my husband to be ?
No hesitation when he asked me sincerely:
"Come on let's get married". he was a master of self-assured ease.
Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
No nervous bridegroom in manly composure,
Only the priest in conspicuous embarassment.
Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
No nervous bridegroom in manly composure,
Only the priest in conspicuous embarassment.
Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace flowing softly behind me,
No wedding march to walk down the
aisle with, just the dull dirge of
my inconsolable grieVING.
She considered it the height of bad taste,
Keep-fit fanatics in sweaty shorts,
Pretty porcelain dolls propped up
On candlewick bedspreads.
She considered it the height of bad taste,
Sycophantic lap-dog lip-service.
China dogs posing grotesquely on over-populated
Sitting room sideboards.
Mathilda threaded daisies through her long, black hair,
She couldn’t stand tom cats and cool cats everywhere,
Little, white lies, polka-dot ties,
Mathilda hated tom cats and social-climbing poseurs.
She considered it the height of bad taste,
Secret, obsessive pornography trips,
Church-going bigots with hidden vices,
Clown-like smiles stretching silicon lips.
mathilda threaded daisies through her long, black hair,
she couldn’t stand tom cats and cool cats everywhere,
little, white lies, polka-dot ties,
mathilda hated tom cats and social-climbing poseurs.
Mathilda threaded daisies through her long, black hair,
She couldn’t stand tom cats and cool cats everywhere.
Mathilda hated the pungent smell left by cats on the prowl
Plotting their macho territorial rights.
One day, like annie, she got her gun,
Took aim and fired one, sharp shot.
She hit a grey tabby and watched him fall,
With a dull thump, to the ground.
And as she pressed the cold steel against her forehead,
She knew what to do to put herself
Out of her own misery.
mathilda threaded daisies through her long, black hair,
she couldn’t stand tom cats and cool cats everywhere,
Little, white lies, polka-dot ties,
mathilda hated tom cats and social-climbing poseurs.
A problem arose,
disappointment,
the unexpected bolt
from out of the blue.
The long waits
the impending trepidation ,
but it is true that
great expectations are deceptive
embrace all, lose all.
The problem that arose
Proved irreparable,
but it is true that
strong feelings dull the senses
and instinct succumbs to reason.
No more Paris
Or Vienna,
The carefree walks
In that bay down South…
…you’ll find someone else to ask :
Take me somewhere by the sea…
Take me somewhere by the sea …
Take me somewhere by the sea …
A problem arose,
disappointment ,
but it is true that
for some foxes all grapes are sour…
No more Paris
Or Vienna,
The carefree walks
In that bay down South…
…and on the way back you were
already diligently whispering :
Take me somewhere by the sea…
Take me somewhere by the sea …
Take me somewhere by the sea …
Take me somewhere by the sea …
Take me somewhere by the sea …
By the sea…
By the sea…
Christmas Eve,
A day like any other ,
A cup of hot milk and
No gifts to unwrap.
Greetings Professor and
Happy New Year,
all of a sudden his eyes were filled with
an indecipherable expression of embarrassment.
Christmas Eve
And the sound of multi-voice choirs
carried on the wind,
blessed be the Lord.
Street decorations,
live nativity scenes ,
all of a sudden his eyes were filled with
a sense of dejection mixed with frustration.
And he would have liked
to have had a caring,
loving partner
By his side.
And he would have liked
to feel the warmth
of another body
beneath the sheets.
Christmas Eve,
a bare tree,
a fleeting glance at
old philosophy texts.
Greetings professor and
Happy New Year
All of a sudden his eyes were filled with a fierce
Sense of dissatisfaction.
And he would have liked
to have had a caring,
loving partner
By his side.
And he would have liked
to feel the warmth
of another body
beneath the sheets.
Masino was picking cherries,
"Be careful or you’ll fall",
shouted his mother-in-law.
he thought ‘I’d best be quick
or she’ll bring me bad luck. ‘
"you’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from that tree slowly "
"you’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from there slowly"
Dressed in black, in the sweltering heat,
the mother-in-law shouted :
"Masino be careful because if you fall
you’ll hurt yourself”. He thought:
“great way to put a jinx on someone"
"You’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from that tree slowly "
"you’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from there slowly"
"You’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from that tree slowly "
"you’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from there slowly"
What with his mother-in-law putting a jinx on things
and the fact that he was too high up,
the ladder broke,
and he was left hanging
from the tree and the lovely
cherries all fell down to the ground.
... those lovely, sweet, red cherries
... those lovely, sweet, red cherries.
As a victim of my adversary,
I decided to impose limits on this undignified
defeat, and try to form an alliance.
As an accomplice of my mocking ,
cynical adversary, I tried hard
not to show my embarrassment or shame,
fear or uncertainty…
…the end justifies the means and requires
determination.....
Survival is essential
At any cost,
in full possession of my faculties
I will keep my commitment.
Now the wind is favourable,
and I’ll prepare to hoist the sails….
Playing the accomplice with my adversary,
according to plan, I would politely and cautiously
dish out flattery and endearments.
My adversary’s vanity
Was like an intricate web, which
is both home and trap for the spider,
its unsuspecting creator.
A mandatory choice, sheer necessity,
indecisiveness would be quite superfluous,
attack or surrender.
Survival is essential
at any cost,
in full possession of my faculties,
I will keep my commitment.
And when the time comes there will be no
doubts or indecision…
Survival is essential
at any cost,
in full possession of my faculties,
I will keep my commitment.
Now the wind is favourable
and I’ll prepare to hoist the sails….
…the end justifies the means and requires
determination.....
Willpower you have become
Deaf and vulnerable .
I don’t believe you, you’re
ably and astutely lying .
Willpower blind and defenceless,
sadly apathetic.
And I try to get my bearings
Amid the darkness and disorder ,
the awkward hesitation
and childish cowardice.
Cold Northern winds tell me stories
Of a late, nostalgic November
I can hear them from my hiding place
Through a small opening.
Willpower, you have sadly
remained an invalid.
I don’t believe you, you’re lying,
awkwardly, but undauntingly. .
And I try to get my bearings
Amid the darkness and disorder ,
the awkward hesitation
and childish cowardice.
Cold Northern winds tell me stories
Of a late, nostalgic November
I can hear them from my hiding place
Through a small opening.
Cold Northern winds tell me stories
Of a late, nostalgic November.
I can hear them from my hiding place,
Through a small opening.
Punishable for taking a
careless bite from that blessed
apple and for having
challenged the geocentric theory.
And yet it moves, despite
the inertia imposed on it,
the widespread obscurantism,
and despotic repression.
In the end all that remains
Is to dismiss all guilt
with a ‘thank you kindly’,
a solemn hand shake,
aurevoir, congratulations
and the most repectful regards.
Punishable for not confessing
an impure thought ,
for calling into question
angels and crusades.
I remember that little girl, affected
by serious mental disorders,
considered evil
for having chewed the sacramental host.
In the end all that remains
Is to dismiss all guilt
with a ‘thank you kindly’,
a solemn hand shake,
aurevoir, congratulations,
and the most repectful regards.
In the end all that remains
Is to dismiss all guilt
with a ‘thank you kindly’.
a solemn hand shake,
aurevoir, congratulations,
and the most repectful regards.
In the end all that remains
Is to dismiss all guilt
with a ‘thank you kindly’,
a solemn hand shake,
aurevoir, congratulations,
and the most repectful regards.
Lyrics and music by Carmen Consoli, except L’alleanza (C. Consoli - M. Roccaforte - C. Consoli) and Venti del Nord (C. Consoli - S. Distefano - C. Consoli)
Produced by Francesco Barbaro and Maurizio Nicotra
Artistic production: Carmen Consoli
Arrangements: Carmen Consoli, Massimo Roccaforte and Maurizio Nicotra
Orchestral arrangements: Paolo Buonvino
Pre-production assistant: Salvo Distefano
Recording and pro-tools programming: Maurizio Nicotra at Due Parole Studios
Orchestra recorded by Maurizio Nicotra at Forum Village, Roma
Studio assistant: Damiano Antinori
Mixed by Maurizio Nicotra at Quattro Uno recording Studios, Roma
Mixing technical collaboration: Gianluca Vaccaro
Studio assistant: Marco Salvatore, Massimo Stefani Maastered by George Marino at Sterling Sound, New York
Ed. Mus. Universal Music Italia s.r.l. - Narciso Records s.r.l.