Norice smiles me a smile
got nothing to do with the War
with her skirt above her knees
and her bare feet on the floor
but I can't think about it
because tonight we finally go
from the safety of the mountains
to the enemy below, tonight we really go
we been planning up here
for 3 months maybe more
I got Russians & Italians,
British about a score; we're a hundred men
and a order came from Florence
I'll pretend I didn't get
it said hold off your attack
we're not ready for it yet
but we can't wait no more
From who dares wins to who cares who wins!
That's the song we sing
O Norice with your smile and your deep
Italian eyes please forgive my sins
So in the misty night
with my hundred men behind
all creeping single file
shadows in the night
yeah through the night's mist
with our guns in our fist
into the lion's den
me and my hundred men
every sound's a din
once I heard a dog bark
he must 've smelled us in the dark
but it wasn't our fate to be discovered
that way, no one came outside
at night you fear your dreams
like the rustling trees
but when the dawn sings it's courage
that it brings, now we can see
Albinea from the hill in the still still still,
not a breath of wind
O Norice with your smile and your deep
Italian eyes please forgive my sins
got nothing to do with the War
with her skirt above her knees
and her bare feet on the floor
but I can't think about it
because tonight we finally go
from the safety of the mountains
to the enemy below, tonight we really go
we been planning up here
for 3 months maybe more
I got Russians & Italians,
British about a score; we're a hundred men
and a order came from Florence
I'll pretend I didn't get
it said hold off your attack
we're not ready for it yet
but we can't wait no more
From who dares wins to who cares who wins!
That's the song we sing
O Norice with your smile and your deep
Italian eyes please forgive my sins
So in the misty night
with my hundred men behind
all creeping single file
shadows in the night
yeah through the night's mist
with our guns in our fist
into the lion's den
me and my hundred men
every sound's a din
once I heard a dog bark
he must 've smelled us in the dark
but it wasn't our fate to be discovered
that way, no one came outside
at night you fear your dreams
like the rustling trees
but when the dawn sings it's courage
that it brings, now we can see
Albinea from the hill in the still still still,
not a breath of wind
O Norice with your smile and your deep
Italian eyes please forgive my sins
envoyé par DonQuijote82 - 28/3/2012 - 10:52
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Graham Knight: basso;
Francesco Fry Moneti: mandolino;
Steve Brookes: batteria
Produzione artistica: Jason McNiff
Begistrato e mixato da Brlan O'Shaughnessy @ Bark Studio, Walthamstow, London E15
Masterizzato da Denis Blackham @ Skye Mastering
dall'album "April Cruel" (FLED 3087), in licenza esclusiva Fledgling Records
tratto dal libro "II bracciale di sterline . Cento bastardi senza gloria. Una storia di guerra e di passioni" di Matteo Incerti e Valentina Ruozi
CD1
1. Introduzione (Modena City Ramblers e Bruno Cappagli)
2. Avevamo vent'anni (Canto del volontario della libertà) (Modena City Ramblers)
3. Al Pivarol C'al Vin Dal Ciel (The Brave Scottish Piper) (Modena City Ramblers)
4. C'era (Rossopiceno)
5. Bastardi e pezzenti (Nuju)
6. This Time (Lion D)
7. Molto stanco (Luca Serio & the Yonders)
8. Modena (Dudu & i semi del male)
9. Ofelia Neri staffetta partigiana (Logici Zen)
10.Libertà e Foresta (Elizabeth)
11.Non era un animale (Luca Giovanardi)
12.Gino (Mutina Golem)
13.Notturno prima della battaglia (Leo Sgavetti)
CD2
1. Partigiano Hans (Popinga)
2. Tombola (Jason McNiff)
3. 27 marzo (set) (Ned Ludd)
4. Gordon, Glauco (Modena City Ramblers)
5. 22 ore (Ned Ludd)
6. L'amore altrove (Massimo Ice Ghiacci)
7. Gufo nero (Modena City Ramblers)
8. Noris, Imelde (Morandi, Ghiacci, Pinna)
9. Cinque tedeschi ad Albinea (Bertolini, Ghiacci)
10.La libertà è disobbedienza (Elizabeth e Modena City Ramblers)
11.Nozze partigiane (Fryda)
12.Testamento partigiano (Milo Brugnara)
13.Avevamo vent'anni (Canto del volontario della libertà) (al fuoco di bivacco)
La marcia verso l'obiettivo, nei ricordi del maggiore Farran, il comandante dell'Operazione Tombola.