Paolo Giorgi
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01-LILY ISLAND (click to view clip)
I’m on the go, the dawn is breaking for the world, but not for you.
Boats are floating, people slowly getting in with you.
The shell is free, the harbour lights are many eyes towards the sea.
Captain’s speaking, the child inside is proudly taking the steering wheel.
You were there, everywhere.
Hey, Man, sea and sand, you’re sailing again
Hey Man, distant land, I feel shaking your hands
Hey, Man, tears and sand, you’re sailing again,
Hey, Man, waving hands, can’t nearly understand
And you forever free roll in the open sea,
High and true, deep and blue through waves and dews
And you forever free rock in the open sea
High and true, deep and blue and forever you.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 2015
02-THE SPIRIT OF ST LOUIS
I’m a father, this is clear, still I’m asking “is this real”?
I would never have believed to feel a happiness so deep.
It is something like a week I’ve been losing all my sleep,
I’m acknowledging this fear it will last more than a year.
But when I see my big hands slowly brushing his tiny head
I feel like I am flying The Spirit of St Louis
Suddenly forgetting all the things I’m doing
And my eyes keep staring wide-awake and watch him like a painting of Monet
Sou papai ha' vinte dias, e não me caiu a ficha
E por conta do pimpolho, não me fecho mais o olho
E uma sensação estranha não dormir uma semana
Me falaram calma "mano" e seja forte por um ano.
But when I see his little hands gently touching my old forehead
I feel like I am flying The Spirit of S. Louis
Suddenly forgetting all the things I’m doing
And my eyes cannot fall asleep and watch him like a portrait of Magritte.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 2015
03-2:00 pm - THE THREE OF YOU (click to view clip)
In my heart I have three pictures set in different frames;
What I feel for each of them is clear.
Once your charming stare was lightning the life we chose to live
Like in a never-ending dream.
Then, you longed to feed the man you deeply wanted to be
And as a bird you needed to be free.
I felt myself forgotten, you broke my dreams apart
Nothing I could do to fix my heart.
Final frame: you waiting for your day to come,
Your charming stare was still the one.
Now, what I feel is you’ll be mine till end of time
Ever after living in my mind.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi (inspired by the poetry “Tre di te” by A. M. Barcali) - © SIAE 2015
04-DEDICATED TO MONOTICS (click to listen)
We’re in the middle of a subliminal war providing us with balls and chains.
We daily suffer from misinformation storms they’re going to paralyse our brains.
I don’t believe we’ll get to heaven anymore, I don’t believe we’ll ever find
The way to celebrate the freedom of our soul, we’re losing space and wasting time.
The world is not what we’re receiving by the past;
It’s what we borrow from the future and so at last
It’s time to throw away the shame that we reject
If we want to learn the power of respect
I guess it is just a misleading plan
Guided by bunches of foolish men
Who sell out their words, poisons and black gold
And feed their starvation to guide the world.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 2015
05-WOODY STANZAS
Silence on the ground, yellow all around me,
My feet know the way among the old trees.
Feelings in the air nestled somewhere in my mind
Flyin' inside my brain with the sun shining over my head.
I'm going back to try and catch my old dreams
Wondering what about my future's ones,
I'm listening to the world living behind me
And looking for what whispered words will come.
The rocks are saying good-bye, the trees are all caressing me
Letting all their leaves turn around me,
And I would like to talk, but I don't know how to tell them
Thank you to remind me I'm living and loving my life.
So, I would like to be the highest mountain,
But I don't want to be the deepest sea.
I have to live my life just like a fountain
To shower everything with my dreams.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 1990
06-MATTER OF LIMITS
Hypothetical debates, new dimension curtains;
Facing problems everyday makes me feel uncertain.
Mental weaknesses to fight, low-profile conclusions;
Self convictions to defy or to justify illusions.
Then, crystal breaks, water slips away;
Cold shapeless lakes widen thru the plain.
Comprehensible mistakes, repetitions hated;
Antithetical behaviors make me feel impatient.
Sharpened arrows that collide breaking balanced powers;
Empty spaces waiting for old romantic showers.
And I need to pray, driving fears away,
To reach shady trees, open space to stay.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 1990
08-SECRET SHARE (click to listen)
Well, you got your time and I got mine.
Everything depends on where we are
Spending our lives being on time.
I’m thinking how we could have gone this far.
But if you got your time and I got mine
How can we relate the days we spend?
If distance means time and we step our own line
Will we ever face the same events?
Time is not the same for each of us,
Everyone’s reserved a secret share.
Time has a different face for each of us,
But in the end the heart is being there.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 2015
10-I DON’T KNOW HOW TO PLAY THE BLUES (click to listen)
I wrote this song, but I don’t know how to play the blues
I am singin’ along, but I don’t know how to play the blues
But please forgive me, I’ve always paid my dues.
If you really wanna help me teach me how to play the blues
Clap your hands and sing the rhythm of the blues.
But don’t get angry at me when I put my fingers out of tune.
I hate to lose, but I don’t succeed in playing the blues
I’m getting puzzled and confused when I pretend to play the blues
Well, be so kind, take your time, drink your beer and talk for a while
I’m getting puzzled and confused when I pretend to play the blues
And if you come next time don’t ask me to play a blues!
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 2015
11-COME IN (click to listen)
Wake up, look around you, look at what the world has just prepared.
You live inside the high green trees and smell the ocean in the air.
And if you let come the wind around your hair
You can hear the words he's going to tell.
Hold on, what are you looking for? Don't always let the pouring rain become a storm.
I know the place where you should go to see the morning lights that glow,
Don't waste your time, just knock at my home,
A woodpecker will walk you to the floor!
But don't lock the door, let come the rain,
Birds, trees will run to make you remain.
And when you're thinkin' to be sad, when everything can turn you down and out.
Don't let the world fall in your head, just try to see the turning leaves
And come to me, just come to my bed
Made of every kind of young green trees.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 1990
12-WHERE DID OUR LOVE GO WRONG?
I am thinking of our love and move another thing above,
Our destiny was wandering like a dove, sailing.
And how could we make all those mistakes? And even call it wasted time,
Spent around in searching all silent seas, baby
And I'm sure: I didn't want to let you go.
And from a hole on the ceiling I'm looking through and through,
Thinking what to care about.
And like a child cries the thunder I'm feeling insecure
Every time I sing this kind of tunes.
I wonder: where did our love go wrong? I don't know how, but I still care.
Move on is just what I have to do, maybe.
But we both ain't ever know what's true, 'cause every time we try to talk about
We walk around the meaning of this song, ain't it?
And we slide on the things that we should do.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 1990
13-'ROUND AND 'ROUND
'Round and 'round my feelings roam, always with their pains.
I can't even find a stone to throw and stop the rain.
Blind and blind my blue days go through my empty brains
I know what I'm looking for, but I'm going insane.
So tell me where will my feet go, I don't really know;
Flowers grow and I can't blow my breeze.
My tree's going to dress in brown with his yellow leaves;
And maybe I am going to drawn into that killing sea.
But if I only got a slippery rope and I might lose the grip
I would try to climb and then watch the dawn of love again.
And I will let my feet go straight on down their road
Where flowers grow, there I will blow my breeze.
Words and music by Paolo Giorgi - © SIAE 1996