TOOK ME / THIS WORLD
- CD singolo -
Una notte di Novembre, dopo una rilassante serata passata a "suonare" il sitar (cosa che ormai non faccio così spesso), un famoso chitarrista che non è più tra noi venne da me, e mi regalò due canzoni.
Il sogno non era molto chiaro, ma quando mi svegliai nel cuore della notte, potevo ancora ricordare chiaramente entrambi i brani.
Corsi subito giù nel mio studio per registrarle immediatamente, usando delle tracce di batteria che Stefano aveva registrato per qualche altro progetto.
Ci ho lavorato su ancora il giorno successivo, ma fondamentalmente i pezzi erano già pronti.
Il risultato è qualcosa di molto inusuale per il mio repertorio, ma sono sepre stato un grosso fan dei Beatles.
Comunque, grazie George.
E grazie anche a te, figlio mio.
GIBSON J200 acoustic guitar
GUILD F-65 electro/acoustic
FENDER AV '52 Telecaster RI
FENDER CS '60 CC Strat
ESP Series 800 Jazz Bass
FENDER STRINGMASTER Steel Guitar
Indian Sitar
OBERHEIM B3/2 Hammond clone
OBERHEIM MidiGrand Piano Module
LINE6 POD mk1
Registrato su Cubase VST32 / Mac G4 800
It took me thousand years To get a cool and clean guitar
It took me all those years To get a cool and clean guitar
That guitar Has cost me half a leg and all my car
I later found my fingers
It's what has brought my sound so far
It took me even longer To get a place where I could sleep
It took me so much longer To build a place where I could sleep
Now that I Just put the very final screw in time
I found my sleeping dream
Was just a crack inside my deep
Oh, should we
Learn a little bit from everything?
That could save a headache
Or maybe just make me sing.
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That guitar Has cost me half a leg and all my car
I later found my fingers
It's what has led my sound so far
It took me all those years To learn we'll all be dead and gone
It took me all those years To learn we'll all be dead and gone
I'm aware It hasn't been a party to struggle there
But after all I've met you,
So I can't say I've been alone.
Oh, my love,
It took me years
But I've got it done (repeat)
Here I stand
With a guitar in my hand
Singing songs from a different age.
This world is not my world anymore:
This world is yours.
This word is not my world anymore
This world is yours.
Here I stand
With a paper in my hand
Telling stories from an erlier age.
This world is not my world anymore:
This world is yours.
This word is not my world anymore
Please treat it kind, my son
This word is not my world anymore
This world is yours.
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