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| Paolo Conte - Sparring Partner |
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un macaco senza storia,
dice lei di lui,
che gli manca la memoria
infondo ai guanti bui
ma il suo sguardo una veranda,
tempo al tempo e lo vedrai,
che si addentra nella giungla,
no, non incontrarlo mai
Ho guardato in fondo al gioco
tutto qui? ma - sai -
sono un vecchio sparring partner
e non ho visto mai
una calma pi tigrata,
pi segreta di cos,
prendi il primo pullmann, via
tutto il reso gi poesia
Avr pi di quarantanni
e certi applausi ormai
son dovuti per amore,
non incontrarlo mai
stava l nel suo sorriso
a guardar passare i tram,
vecchia pista da elefanti
stesa sopra al macadm
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Affichage : 175629
Durée : 251 s |
| Max - by Paolo Conte |
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Paolo Conte and orchestra from the Montreux
Jazz Festival, 1989. From a Tyne-Tees TV
show.
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Affichage : 103187
Durée : 298 s |
| Flavors - Jack Conte |
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100% of proceeds from mp3 downloads of
Flavors goes to Artists for Charity, helping
HIV positive children in Ethiopia.
Visit:
http://www.myspace.com/jackconte
to download the mp3.
Learn more about Artists for Charity at:
http://www.artistsforcharity.org/index1.html
Come to the Artists for Charity benefit on
August 14th in Sf. I'll be playing a short
acoustic set. More info at:
http://www.partywithapurposesf.org
Live entertainment all night:
Jack Conte
Pauli Gray and Jessica Grace
Gregory James
Veronica Klaus
Michael McIntosh
Karina Denike
DJ Fitsum
A VideoSong is a new Medium with two rules:
1. What you see is what you hear (no
lip-syncing for instruments or voice).
2. If you hear it, at some point you see it
(no hidden sounds).
Digital download and more music on my
myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/jackconte
Flavors by Jack Conte
Lyrics:
On the eve of normalcy and stalemate we grab
our shopping bags and put price tags on
daylight, walk through the shadows, and sing
songs of hope, love our companions with soul,
skin, and bone. Mobilize. Forget about the
edge. You can strategize but eyes can't
stretch through time. And plans break like
branches, like doors open wide. Like pupils
in twilight begging for some light. Flavors
come and go with the wind, but the memory
remains like the taste is a stain. So why
complain about being awake? If it tastes bad
then spit it out!
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Affichage : 27713
Durée : 186 s |
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