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Rating: The Premiata Forneria Marconi never ceases to amaze. The members have all surpassed the age of fifty and are nearing sixty, yet they cheerfully disregard this and continue to produce albums that seem to be created by youthful novices, given the energy and strength they put into them. Their class, then, never fades; if you have it, you keep it. This is evident in new tracks like “Sea Of Memory” or the more rock-infused rendition of “Bandiera bianca” by Battiato.
The concert was recorded at one of the “Blue Note Cafés” around the world, specifically the one in Tokyo, Japan, where they have an impressive number of fans. It is a long walk through the entire “PFM world”, with all their classics, from “La carrozza di Hans” to “Impressioni di settembre”, from “Dolcissima Maria” to “Maestro della voce”, interspersed with instrumentals where their musical virtuosity is clearly felt. There are few reprises from their recent past, with something from the album “Serendipity” (“La rivoluzione”).
Perhaps it's true that some tracks might be considered for enthusiasts, since over time, pieces like “Promenade the Puzzle” or the electric guitar and violin jams may become a bit tedious, but it bears repeating that the infinite class of these musicians cannot be disputed in any way.
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 La carrozza di Hans (06:52)
Guarda, cerca
corri lontano,
vola…
Hans il mercante
aspetta lontano,
vola…
Piccolo uomo
signore del mondo
vai…
La carrozza attende già
no ti fermare,
a cassette sali e va
non ti voltare,
suona un corno da cocchiere,
lustra l'abito de Re;
è la carrozza di Hans.
Strade e strade correrai,
senza contare,
cieli e cieli finirai,
tu sai volare,
suona un corno da cocchiere,
lustra l'abito de Re;
è la carrozza di Hans.
Cieli infiniti, vento in faccia
voglia di correre e non fermarsi mai
scrivere suonare e bailare
e non fermarsi mai
bruciare il proprio teatro
vestira il proprio teatro
ascoltara, lavorare a dormire
e nor fermarsi mai;
guardarsi in giro
sentirsi il mondo negli occhi
sentirsi piccino e adorare
e non fermarsi mai.
…i silenzi,
e foglie cadute e cadute
a nubi bige a rimpiattino...
06 Photos of Ghosts (07:41)
Black roses laced with silver
By a broken moon.
Ten million stars
And the whispered harmonies of leaves.
We werer these.
Beside a dried up fountain
Lie five dusty tomes
With faded pasted pictures
Of love's reverie.
Across each cover is written,
"Herein are Photos of Ghosts"
Of ghosts, of ghosts,
Of the days we ran and the days we sang.
08 Out of the Roundabout (07:29)
1.
got a skin of sun
i'm breathing ceeophane
got a fadin' tan
to offer to the rain
who's the refere
when winter plays the ball?
runnin out of time
to celebrate the fall
out of the roundabout
out of the roundabout
got a cotton hat
to wear all year round
got a time disease
that keeps me upsidedown
and the willow trees
are spittin' out some green
i would give a look
but springtime looks a scream
out of the roundabout
out of the roundabout
now all the seasons run together
and the middle days are gone
without our weather repetitions
i can't shake my dice
can't skip a line no no no no no ...
2.
had my bicycle risin'
fast wheelin' and climbin'
the equinox hurdles
over gates of heat
even numbers to bring out
and courses to follow
in search of the days
before i missed their beat
I ran into a black cat
good taste for all timing
his ivory shaker
couldn't pour out rain
I've been truckin' and trackin'
still missin' the rhythm
of changes that used to
make me feel all right ...
I met birds on a cable
a dark feathered station
time flown for migration
but they wouldn't fly
askin' cherries and peaches
to work on their accents
a natural compass
but they fooled me good
I've been joggin' and jugglin'
still missin' the rhythm
of changes that used to
make me feel all right ...
10 Suonare suonare (05:50)
Starsene a casa, a che fare?
Quello che ciondola
ma non gli va di restare
leggo un giornale, sempre uguale.
Ho gli occhi che mi fanno quasi male
a forza di vedere fuori
sempre gli stessi colori
qui per sognare mi tocca dormire
o come sempre, suonare suonare....
Stringo fra i denti le labbra e miei pensieri
ricordo come ero ieri
ma perché poi dovrei dimenticare
quel gioco d'oltre mare
no no, non ci sto, salgo su un auto che
mi porta via via via....
e allora si, torno a girare là
dove c'è musica....
Fuori a passeggio su un prato
senza fiato,
lei che mi aveva avvertito
ma io non le ho creduto
qui per sognare mi tocca dormire
O come sempre, suonare e suonare.
Stringo fra i denti le labbra e miei pensieri
ricordo come ero ieri
ma perché poi dovrei dimenticare
quel gioco d'oltre mare
no no, non ci sto, salgo su un auto che
mi porta via via via....
e allora si, torno a girare là
dove c'è musica....
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By Nonsoloprog
Decades have not passed at all, judging by the freshness and passion of these evergreen musicians.
Italian rock is not Vasco Rossi, but I believe they know this well in Japan.
