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An Incurable Romantic

by Alessia Ramusino

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1.
A Map of You 03:55
A Map Of You I'm here again with my bag Along this way without name After the umpteenth quarrel About nothing that really care Paint your breath on my breast Draw your thoughts on the nape of my neck Write along the edge of my groin Mark a course, make me understand How I could reach you... CHORUS A Map of you It could be so useful for me So I'd not chose the wrong way A Map of you Could help me not to waste the time That I could spend all with you I'm carrying only my boots Of my umbrella... the frame... Under this rain that can wash away Everything but not, not the pain Tatoo your feelings on my back Knot my hair so that I cannot forget The route that you'll have mapped out on my skin That'll lead my soul to you... CHORUS A Map of you... Please don't take a long time Don't doubt, try to decide Let a chance to our lives Our lives absent-mindedly wise Wisely to live... CHORUS A Map of you...
2.
An incurable romantic Angels get their wings, early in the morning, Brush their teeth, comb their curls, a bit of gloss on lips, They twirl, twirl... Birds sing, sing... I think, think of you Fishers set sail, mantled in a veil, The fog of dawn, softness foam, siren song and Good will signs, signs... The rhythm of time, time... That I put in rhyme, rhyme... When I kiss you Give me red roses, keep all your promises, invite me to dance, we take the chance, to walk hand in hand, to watch a magnificent sunset, an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic...It's me Playing blind man's buff, I have smelt some puffs, From a cigar, lies are far, life can be so hard, without a smile, smiles... That make me feel alive, alive... and force me to recognize... that I love you Give me red roses, keep all your promises, invite me to dance, we take the chance to listen to Ravel, to have supper by candlelight, an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic...It's me … embrace me when I sleep and dry all the tears I cry for a sad film, Buy me candy floss, tell me our love would last for ever... an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic...It's me
3.
Gibigianna 03:42
Gibigianna You brought me to that shop and I heard Chopin You bought me a sugar rose I was enraptured Enchanted by the colours of the shelves full of so many sugar-drops Addicted to the flavour of a chocolate locomotive and I saw a … Gibigianna, Gibigianna is the flash from a mirror that blinks here and there Dancing Samba on my arms then it jumps in your eyes makes them bright like the stars above us Gibigianna, Gibigianna is the spite of a light that can hide here and there Playing Rumba on your cheeks then it jumps in my mouth so it fills my heart with joy and love You tought me just four Russian words, you made me laugh I caught my foot and quickly you held me up Abandoned in your arms I felt we'd been the dancers of a carillon Lighted with the reflections of million mirror tesserae.... These Magical Joints Gibigianna, Gibigianna is the flash from a mirror that blinks here and there Dancing Samba on my arms then it jumps in your eyes makes them bright like the stars above us Gibigianna, Gibigianna is the spite of a light that can hide here and there Playing Rumba on your cheeks then it jumps in my mouth so then fills my heart with joy and love
4.
Non Mangio Fragole Dipingo con la mente sagome, interpretano sogni e musiche me... Baratto le opinioni i ma e i se, mi perdo in labirinti di perché te... mi perdo te... Eppure io, mi scopro fragile Eppure io, mi sento inutile Raccolgo passi ed inquietudine, distratta soffro di altitudine che male c'è... Ritaglio un orizzonte dentro me, non trovo più alcun senso e un limite Eppure io, sono una debole Eppure io, rincorro nuvole... E strappo petali dal cuore e mi domando questo è amore... amore E bevo lacrime di sole cercando solo del calore e amore... Eppure io, vivo una vita futile Eppure io, volteggio con le aquile... Libero il cuore senza rancore senza te Libero il cuore senza dolore senza te Eppure io........... Eppure io, non mangio fragole...
5.
Con i miei piedi sporchi Me ne vado di qua con i miei piedi sporchi E dall’erba son già le mie impronte nascoste Questo è il grande piacere che io provo nel sentire La freschezza e il potere delle cose più vere Delle cose sincere e di questo… godere Me le porto con me nelle mie tasche vuote Quattro foglie di te ed il vento dell’ovest Che mi spinge lontano oltre il sacro e il profano Dove ancora ha un valore una stretta di mano E il rispetto è più caro senza il vile… denaro E allora vieni con me Girando dentro un mondo che non c’è Ce lo inventiamo io e te Avrà tutti i colori dei fiori e quei sapori dei frutti e delle cose… uniche Che ci faccio io qua, col cappello a tre quarti Me ne frego se là c’è qualcuno che ride Delle mie stravaganze delle rughe e le grinze Che ora segnan le guance ma racchiudon l’essenze Dei miei anni vissuti senza finte… sostanze E allora vieni con me Girando dentro un mondo che non c’è Ce lo inventiamo io e te Avrà tutti i colori dei fiori e quei sapori dei frutti e delle cose… uniche (2v) me ne vado di qua con i miei piedi sporchi…
6.
I DON’T LIKE BONDS It’s the blue of the sky that explodes me inside The clouds scatter all around my heart It’s rowing in this gold lake in the silence of my mind Along the shores Weeping Willows smile And I, I, I… A dragonfly alights on my knee tickling with her wings And I, I, I… Where is my kite? I let it go ‘cause I don’t like bonds Ah, ah, ah ah ah … It’s the sweetness of this grape that explodes in my mouth The juicy pulp delights my papillae It’s the turbolent pink of the flowers of Peech-Trees Bloom among my long and dense eyelashes And I, I, I… A butterfly alights on my ear whispering some melodies And I, I, I… Where’s my balloon? I let it go ‘cause I don’t like bonds Ah, ah, ah ah ah… That’s why I leave, I can’t stop here Even if these cookies are so sweet I take with me these handful of years And some colored, little, glass stones In my pocket with a hole To lose what I need not… And I, I, I… A ladybug alights on my finger throwing me off balance And I, I, I… Where is my ring? It’s on the table … ‘cause I don’t like bonds Ah, ah, ah ah ah…
7.
Another Song 04:17
ANOTHER SONG Another sweet embrace, a bit of grace… We raise our glass to God, and say… hello We’re entangled in a stupid phrase:” such being the case” We trust in tales, don’t care about what people say, rumours that we delate with a blow… Another roll of days, to learn your face Then you’ll come back to them… with our thoughts we dare…eh ehr… We plan to buy a tree, to decorate for Christmas Pretending to live together, a second home, another chance… Another wrong… another wrong love, another song… for you Another rose… that I’ll… make dry and hide among the pages of my wacky life Another sorrow that I decide to feel by choosing to love you in spite… In other words, I’ll learn to love in other way, nothing in return… Another lonely night, the cold sheets on your side In silence I will cry, and I won’t tell you why… Another road where the footsteps are only mine Another root to cut, just not to cause pain… If not to me… I can bear this… A row of firs…I leave behind my shoulders A love that'll inevitably end in … another song…
8.
Here it comes the dawn He's crying that little baby in his cradle all alone A light switches on and a mother is just ready to give love Sweet milk, strong warm embrace hush, hush little baby don't say a word Here it comes the dawn (3t) He's driving for all the night along some desert roads the truck-driver alone suddenly acrossed a roe, he wondered where it's gonna go?! Blue light, slow love songs hush hush tired man don't give up soon you'll be at home Here it comes the dawn (3t) CHORUS In the close mesh of this stray existence Everyone of us need a hearth to come back Here it comes the dawn And still we trust and want a tomorrow... and it comes the dawn She's playing with all her energies she sings to remain in memories telling about her secret stories dancing all night long till three High heels red gloss lipstick hush hush candy face, believe, your dreams will come true.. Here it comes the dawn (3t) CHORUS In the close mesh of this stray existence Everyone of us need a hearth to come back Here it comes the dawn And still we trust and want a tomorrow... (2t) and it comes the dawn
9.
To what I am 04:13
… to what I am Every page of my story has got a number, a dog-ear Every word first untold left maybe consciously in blank… Now it’s written, has a meaning, a scrawl Defining the events, (you) can read them again ‘Cause you’ve not ashamed to show your eyes of pain… ‘Cause it comes a time when Now or never, with hindsight, in spite of all Things go back to their places Birds go back to their nests Answers back to their questions And me… to what I am Every picture of my story has some colors, a jam stain Every page first skipped left maybe consciously in blank… Now it’s drawn, has some figures, a dog-ear Defining the events, (you) can see them again ‘Cause you’re not afraid to meet your eyes of rain… ‘Cause it comes a time when Now or never, with hindsight, in spite of all Things go back to their places Shells echo their seas Answers join up to their questions And me… and me… to what I am Every chapter of my story has got a sense, a torn page Every picture first avoided left maybe consciously in blank Now it’s complete, has some episodes, a jam stain… Defining the events, (you) can live them again ‘Cause you’re not afraid anymore to live by your own way Things go back to their places You go back to your fishing rods Answers back to their questions And me… who cares of me… … to what I am
10.
I don't eat strawberries I sketch in my mind some unknown shadows They play my dreams, my melodies, my world me... I barter my opinions with 'but' and 'if' I lose myself in labyrinthes of 'whys' you... I'm loosing you... And still I... I ought to recognize... that still I... I am so fragile... I gather lots of steps and restlessness... I suffer from sea-sickness, dizziness What's wrong with this?! I cut out an horizon inside myself I can't find any limits, any sense... And still I… I am so full of doubts... And still I... still run after the clouds... And I tear petals from my heart... And I wonder if this is love... true love?! And I drink hot tears of the sun Looking for some warmth just a path to love... And still, still I... I live a futile life... And still I... I'm where the eagles fly... I set free my heart from grudge and rage Set it free from you... I set free my heart from your fears and weakness Free from you... And still, still I … And still I... I don't eat strawberries...
11.
Sacks race 04:31
SACKS RACE It was the whiteness of the hawthorn that dazzled her eyes, tickling her nostrils It was the kindness of the mulberries that caressed her lips brightening her smile That reminds me of an Easter day Ma was there Rice and lamb, jute and rope ladytulips and ears of wheat and children … we're playing Sacks race It was the sharpness Of the cotton-boll that hurt her thumb wiping her blood It was the loudness of her laugh that urged me to run and win Francesco That reminds me of an Easter day Ma was there Rice and lamb, jute and rope ladytulips and ears of wheat and children … we're playing Sacks race

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released March 30, 2015

Label: BMA Music di Giorgio Tani
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Alessia Ramusino Milan, Italy

Alessia was born in Genoa, after just twenty days she moved with her family to Iran where Alessia spent most of her childhood. She kept on visiting and living in many different countries, such as: Turkey, Greece, Egypt, Spain, England, France, Tunisia, Morocco, The United States and others. Alessia started composing music at the age of 7 years and this is her second album. ... more

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