Here he tells all his bad luck. It made me feel tenderness: Brandi's Smile
Text by Mauro Repetto
Music by Jeffrey M. Alexander and St-Martin Bertrand
I don’t know if at this height I see the sea down there
adrift in an airplane, the North Star is you
from Pavia to New York, I leave a bit of it behind me
breathing heavily inside the call of a "what if"
if I had met you and then made a film with you
if I had hugged you and told you everything about me
look a bit, New York is there but how big this city is
they advised me an attorney to help me make this film here
he wants twenty thousand dollars to find a producer
who will invest his money to introduce me to my love
I dreamed day and night of the lines and the movements
teaching you to act, teaching you all the accents
you an actress, I a director, Italy who would have ever seen it again
an American gentleman, Mister Repetto with the future in hand
and who knows if that attorney can contact you
and who knows if a producer can make my dream come true
I’m waiting in an American MTV hotel
and I’ve been replaying hope now for a few weeks
but no news, the phone rings, my heart is in my throat
who is it? The attorney, your manager or my lonely mind
now I fly down into my nostalgia
max was the friend, success, the joy
now I land here, in my madness
directing you in my film and hoping to make you mine
Brandi's smile
[...]
Or maybe it’s really you, in love with my script
who wants to see me now, choose where, at breakfast
and instead it’s always my dad and Claudio Cecchetto
who worry about me, that I have lost my self-respect
they tell me not to throw too much money to the wind
and to be very careful in New York about who I hang out with
because New York is way too dangerous
to face a venture like this alone there
both of them are advising me to go back
but it’s only my heart that I can hear speaking
and it’s him dictating how and when and continent
now only Brandi matters and the rest is nothing
now I fly down…
maybe I’m a bit pathetic, I’ve never met her
and not even the shadow of a producer who liked the story
I’m wandering around Broadway and I’m as lonely as a dog
hypnotized by the skyscrapers, I don’t even know if I’m hungry
and I’m only cultivating this great, great conviction
I, director, you, actress, it wasn’t just an illusion
and I would bet all the savings I have set aside
on that bastard table that hasn’t let my cards show
that long table still called life
invites you to keep betting until it’s over
and anyway lose or win, you have to thank
that table that still accepts you there to bet
now I fly down...
