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"Tutti morimmo a stento" represents a journey into the desolation of humanity, sentenced to death, drug addicts, pedophiles, and shaken children.
11 tracks, the most pessimistic, in my opinion, written by De André, relentless tracks, the pauses are marked by interludes, 3 in all. The "journey" begins like the "Canticle of the Addicts", anguish, portents of death, funeral atmospheres loneliness ("I have dismissed God, thrown away a love, to build emptiness in my soul and heart" and hallucinatory images, one of the most fascinating texts of the album. The depression gives way with the "First Interlude" but in less than 2 minutes you feel gripped by the cold when the noir "fairy tale" "The Legend of Christmas" begins, here the protagonist, a girl, is deceived by a Santa Claus who spoke to her of love, so "now that the others call you a goddess, the enchantment has vanished from your every idea, but still to the moon you would like to tell, the story of a flower withered at Christmas". A "fairy tale" imbued with pedophilia. It is time for the "Second Interlude" (On the graves of other worlds, flowers are born that I do not know, but among the hair of other loves, flowers die that I do not have) before leading into the "Ballad of the Hanged", the atmosphere is that of a funeral, we are on the slopes of reason, on the slopes of death without forgiveness (Then we slipped into the cold of a death without abandonment reciting the ancient creed of those who die without forgiveness) to end with inescapable anger (We cultivate for all a grudge that has the smell of clotted blood), "Winter" is the soft moment of the album, one feels enveloped by melancholy while the colors of the leaves are turned off, another love has ended, only the snow remains to bury it, in "Ring-a-Ring-o'-Roses" we are in the territories of war, a choir of crazed children welcomes us, madness is the only thing that can save us. After the "Third Interlude" leading into the "Recitative" we find the last track, the requiem of the album, "Legend of the Unhappy King", a spoken word that lays bare today's society, the track is accompanied by a great choir, beautiful, it leaves you breathless.
"Tutti morimmo a stento" represents the horrors and desolation of the earth, it should make us reflect a lot, anyway, one of the masterpieces left to us by this formidable singer-songwriter.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
07 Girotondo (03:07)
Se verrà la guerra, Marcondiro'ndero
se verrà la guerra, Marcondiro'ndà
sul mare e sulla terra, Marcondiro'ndera
sul mare e sulla terra chi ci salverà?
Ci salverà il soldato che non la vorrà
ci salverà il soldato che la guerra rifiuterà.
La guerra è già scoppiata, Marcondiro'ndero
la guerra è già scoppiata, chi ci aiuterà.
Ci aiuterà il buon Dio, Marcondiro'ndera
ci aiuterà il buon Dio, lui ci salverà.
Buon Dio è già scappato, dove non si sa
buon Dio se n'è andato, chissà quando ritornerà.
L'aeroplano vola, Marcondiro'ndera
l'aeroplano vola, Marcondiro'ndà.
Se getterà la bomba, Marcondiro'ndero
se getterà la bomba chi ci salverà?
Ci salva l'aviatore che non lo farà
ci salva l'aviatore che la bomba non getterà.
La bomba è già caduta, Marcondiro'ndero
la bomba è già caduta, chi la prenderà?
La prenderanno tutti, Marcondiro'ndera
siam belli o siam brutti, Marcondiro'ndà
Siam grandi o siam piccini li distruggerà
siam furbi o siam cretini li fulminerà.
Ci sono troppe buche, Marcondiro'ndera
ci sono troppe buche, chi le riempirà?
Non potremo più giocare al Marcondiro'ndera
non potremo più giocare al Marcondiro'ndà.
E voi a divertirvi andate un po' più in là
andate a divertirvi dove la guerra non ci sarà.
La guerra è dappertutto, Marcondiro'ndera
la terra è tutta un lutto, chi la consolerà?
Ci penseranno gli uomini, le bestie e i fiori
i boschi e le stagioni con i mille colori.
Di gente, bestie e fiori no, non ce n'è più
viventi siam rimasti noi e nulla più.
La terra è tutta nostra, Marcondiro'ndera
ne faremo una gran giostra, Marcondiro'ndà.
Abbiam tutta la terra Marcondiro'ndera
giocheremo a far la guerra, Marcondiro'ndà...
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By dying_sun
All of this, combined, forms a unique, unsurpassed masterpiece, matched only by other works of Fabrizio such as "Non al denaro...".
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By De-cano
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By Lord.Galamoth
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By hypnosphere boy
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We run across a bridge over the sea without realizing that the bridge is broken in the middle.
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