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Music is with us everywhere: it accompanies us in traffic; it's with us while writing a review and with us when we're with our partners... on an October evening in 2004, I reflected on how to say many things to a person I didn't see often; and how to tell them everything at once?
It was then that I embarked on writing the first letter of my life, and "The Man Who" was there while my pen wept ink and the paper absorbed feelings and emotions like a sponge... 45 minutes, perhaps too long to write simple words, but enough to express the immense joy I had inside... and he was there; "I'm writing to reach you..." said Fran’s timid voice as I moved the pen closer to the page; and a smile crossed my lips because indeed I was also "writing to reach her...". And then, the fear translated into words, the fear of losing her, the only person worthy of my attention, the fear of "The Fear." The music molded with my words, the songs created a sort of plagiarism: it was as if I were writing what they told me to write... "this can't happen, these are MY emotions" I told myself, meanwhile my pen described the weak points of my character... "is this how you are, Stefano?" I thought to myself while a guitar seemed to weep on "As You Are"... "As you are... how are you?!"
Yes, the music was plagiarizing my writings... my text began to have sudden mood changes: it was a continuous jump between moments of naive joy and moments of melancholic reflection... and from the speakers of my stereo emerged the same feelings at the same time: the joy in "Driftwood" followed by the melancholy of "The Last Laugh Of The Laughter" and then "Turn", "Why Does It Always Rain On Me?"; the immense sadness that a simple harmonica could emanate ("Luv") and the great joy that an acoustic guitar could convey ("She's So Strange")... and so it went for all 45 minutes... "Blue Flashing Light" smelled of anger and it wasn’t necessary to reach the conclusions of my letter, I didn't have space for anger, or maybe I didn't want to create space for it... it had to line up behind the great amount of joy that still waited to be written; but the end of the cd seemed to coincide with the end of my inspiration: like hypnosis that loses its effect and brings you back to the real world... it was then that I realized that for 45 minutes my pen had never stopped, it never hesitated nor made a single mistake... the person who received that letter was "astonished": the same guy she knew was the same one who wrote those words... from that day our relationship is unique and even today I don't believe it would have been the same if there had been another album keeping me company... but I never told her...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Writing to Reach You (03:41)
Every day I wake up and it's Sunday
Whatever's in my eye won't go away
The radio is playing all the usual
And what's a wonderwall anyway?
Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
'Cause I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
Only want to teach you
About you
But that's not you
It's good to know that you are home for Christmas
It's good to know that you are doing well
It's good to know that you all know I'm hurting
It's good to know I'm feeling not so well
Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
'Cause I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
Only want to teach you
About you
But that's not you
Do you know it's true?
But that won't do
Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday
And whatever's in my eye should go away
But still the radio keeps playing all the usual
And what's a wonderwall anyway?
Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
'Cause I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
Only want to teach you
About you
But that's not you
Do you know it's true?
But that won't do
And you know it's you
I'm talking to
02 The Fear (04:12)
All I wanted was a chance to say
I would like to see you in the morning
Rolling over just to have you there
Would make it easy for a little bit longer
But here
Closer every year
So near
The fear is coming clear
My dear
The fear is here
Hottest summer in a hundred years
But summer didn't bother getting up this morning
And so all the trees forgot to wake
They were dropping all their leaves on the ground below them
But here
Closer every year
So near
The fear is coming clear
My dear
The fear is here
All I wanted was the chance to say
I would like to see you in the morning
Rolling over just to have you there
Would make it easy for a little bit longer
Make it easy for a little bit longer
Make it easy for a little bit longer
Make it easy for a little bit longer
Make it easy for a little bit longer
Make it easy for a little bit longer
04 Driftwood (03:33)
Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to ocean
Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
Nobody is an island
Everyone has to go
Pillars turn to butter
Butterflying low
Low is where your heart is
But your heart has to grow
Drifting under bridges
Never with the flow
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
Everywhere there's trouble
Nowhere's safe to go
Pushes turn to shovels
Shovelling the snow
Frozen you have chosen
The path you wish to go
Drifting now forever
And forever more
Until you reach your shore
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
You've been drifting for a long, long time
You've been drifting for a long, long
Drifting for a long, long time
06 Turn (04:23)
I want to see what people saw
I want to feel like I felt before
I'd like to see the kingdom come
I want to feel forever young
I want to sing
To sing my song
I want to live in a world where I belong
I want to live
I will survive
And I believe that it won't be very long
If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Then we might learn
So where's the stars?
Up in the sky
And what's the moon?
A big balloon
We'll never know unless we grow
There's so much world outside the door
I want to sing
To sing my song
I want to live in a world where I'll be strong
I want to live
I will survive
And I believe that it won't be very long
If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Then we might learn, learn
We've got to turn
We've got to turn
If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Then we might learn
Learn to turn
09 She's So Strange (03:15)
She's so strange
And she wore a black moustache
And she pilfered all the petty cash
She went to Birmingham
She'll soon be in the can
She's so cruel
And she knew just what to do
And while the cats were all sniffing glue
They played their silly games
And now they'll take the blame
She's so poor
And only now, well she's looking back
She sees her story on a paperback
What will become of her?
There's not much left for her
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