I am sorry and I apologize to you all prior confessing that I am subjected to repeated plays of Lucio Battisti.
I must say that despite not starting any assumption ideological fantasy (perhaps a bit 'you) I was always annoyed at the character and snooty intellectualism little line of his "lyricists".
I must say that now but this is the strength of the grinding discs that I'm literally in the new "icosa touch me": the Baptist last, but not latest, my favorite triad of the moment is as follows: A
woman friend
1978 A gloomy day
1980 Don Giovanni 1986
just jumping "And now" and get straight to the hard place of the Mughal / Panella.
Arrangements charming, melodic electronic nicely placed in context, but especially strong in the lyrics, most of evasion.
What I saw it take the shit that rains down around them.
"I dream of a country churchyard and I
shade of a cherry tree in bloom ageless
to rest a little
2 or 300 years just to understand more and placate the anxieties"
Thanks Lucio!
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