Ancora

A song sung by de Crescenzo, and this midi is just a midi, but will give you an idea of the melody that goes with the words.

Ancora
Eduardo De Crescenzo

E’ notte alta e sono sveglio,
sei sempre tu il mio chiodo fisso
insieme a te ci stavo meglio,
e più ti penso e più ti voglio
tutto il casino fatto per averti,
per questo amore che era un frutto acerbo,
adesso che ti voglio bene, io ti perdo.

Ancora, ancora, ancora,
perché io da quella sera, non ho
fatto più l’amore senza te,
e non me ne frega niente, senza te
anche se incontrassi un angelo, direi
non mi fai volare in alto quanto lei.

E’ notte alta e sono sveglio,
e mi rivesto e mi rispoglio
mi fa smaniare questa voglia,
e prima o poi farò lo sbaglio
di fare il pazzo e venir sottocasa
tirare sassi alla finestra accesa
prendere a calci la tua porta, chiusa, chiusa.

Ancora, ancora, ancora,
perché io da quella sera, non ho
fatto più l’amore senza te,
e non me ne frega niente, senza te
anche se incontrassi un angelo, direi
non mi fai volare in alto quanto lei.

I’ll translate that for you later if you like.
It is up there with my top favorite Italian pop songs, possibly just behind “I Giardini di Marzo” by Battisti. I learn every week some more about the grand past and present of Italian pop music. Predictably, I like a lot of things from the Seventies or even the Sixties, but every year they come out with more, more, more to love. Gianna Nannini currently sings a lot of the things I have thought or felt over the years. Janis sang my songs in the US long ago, Gianna is sort of a clean Janis.

This is a page with a lot of files of Italian music, although some, like the Battisti one above, are flawed. Claudio Baglioni is my current heart throb. At least he’s old enough. My last one was Fiorello, who is a kid.

Many of the faces on that page are legends. Mina, Celantano, Battisti are all people who changed at least a part of Italy. Mina left, Battisti died, and only Celantano remains and occasionally makes highly politicized entertainment shows.

Popular music is at least one goldmine to explore here. It’s almost unjust that a country with so much natural and manmade beauty, so much history, so much great food, should also have tunesmiths who have written thousands of beautiful songs. And keep on writing them.

Unlike popular stereotypes, Italians don’t drop their burdens and sing at the sound of a limpid note. They turn on their iPods, stereos and car radios, instead. There really is music everywhere, in the piazzas, in the bars, on the beaches. I think they are singing our lives with their words.