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When the voices in my head become louder than the thoughts, I have no choice but to escape to Abruzzo to vent my anger on an old billiard table with holes that are too narrow and with some slopes. There, I don't have to worry about who owns a gun, but only about who doesn't. Abruzzo is wild, untamed, just like De Gregori in 1973, the De Gregori of his twenties.
I ask that De Gregori for everything I can every time he passes by here, but he never answers... not for anything, but he already announces it from the title that he has no good answers. I turn this cover in my hands and it seems as beautiful as a soldier frightened by the trench and bored by the rear of any war, with the uniform dirty with soil and the buttons randomly placed. He has a face, he has words that cheat time, that cheat the senses.
The memory of when I began to love him flees into my childhood and suddenly vanishes. I clearly remember never grasping the meaning of his words, elusive like thoughts, and never even trying. I remember the cover of Scacchi e Tarocchi among my father's collection, but what does it matter? What matters is the dialogue: put this record on and people go silent, listen as if they are weighing the words that De Gregori sings. You struggle to understand, but all that comes to you is, once again, an Alice doesn't know.
I have lost this record, physically three times, and I have gotten lost in it every time. It is an escape, nothing else, it is my madeleine, leading to a past never left too aside, towards journeys with the windows down, towards strange horizons and drunkenness with fading tones, and considering that when time deprives me of hair, beer, and youth, and Jazz still won't be for me, this record will still be there and will surely have risen... it will be a madeleine as big as a pizza, and now tell me... Buonanotte Fratello.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Alice (03:45)
Alice guarda i gatti e i gatti guardano nel sole
mentre il mondo sta girando senza fretta
Irene al quarto piano � l� tranquilla
che si guarda nello specchio
e accende un'altra sigaretta
e Lili Marlene bella pi� che mai
sorride e non ti dice la sua et�
ma tutto questo Alice non lo sa
Ma io non ci sto pi�
grid� lo sposo e poi
tutti pensarono dietro ai cappelli
"lo sposo � impazzito oppure ha bevuto"
ma la sposa aspetta un figlio e lui lo sa
non � cos� che se ne andr�
Alice guarda i gatti e i gatti muoiono nel sole
mentre il sole a poco a poco si avvicina
e Cesare perduto nella pioggia
sta aspettando da sei ore il suo amore ballerina
e rimane l� a bagnarsi ancora un po'
e il tram di mezzanotte se ne va
ma tutto questo Alice non lo sa
E io non ci sto pi�
e i pazzi siete voi...
Alice guarda i gatti e i gatti girano nel sole
mentre il sole fa l'amore con la luna
e il mendicante arabo
ha un cancro nel cappello
ma � convinto che sia un portafortuna
non ti chiede mai pane o carit�
e un posto per dormire non ce l'ha
ma tutto questo Alice non lo sa
"Ma io non ci sto pi�"
grid� lo sposo e poi...
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By T.V
Alice, which will remain a symbol of his artistic youth.
A good album with some instrumental flaws typical of the era.
By Viva Lì
The first thing to do was to make himself comfortable. And carefully weigh the words he would have to say.
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