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1.
Johnny 03:55
I heard about Johnny a long time ago in a noisy bar from a fine british girl rain was pouring down outside and they were playing some rock n roll Johnny was a simple man his coat, his guitar and nothing else no father, no mother, no friends not even a home to live in Johnny was afraid Johnny was a friend of mine Nobody knows where he was going that day, the cold, the snow looking for someone or something to fill his pockets and soul There are two things you can do, he used to say grab an umbrella and hang out or stay home and watch the rain Johnny was afraid Johnny was a friend of mine What are you thinking about Johnny climbing the steps of that train you're dreaming so hard you're having a nosebleed Johnny was afraid Johnny was a friend of mine
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(instrumental)
3.
East Paris 03:02
She lives in east Paris in a nice blue house where time seems to never pass She's got a little red guitar and a lot of things to sing and a lot of life to paint She, could say everything saying nothing but but with her smile She, she you'd put her in your little pocket and bring her always with you Now she, she is two but she she has always been and time keeps staying away from her She lived in east Paris in a nice blue house where time seems to never pass
4.
Is that you the one that walks the riverside? Is that you that walks faltering through the night? empty is your gaze, your eyes seem still as new there’s no way back now, there’s no way to wake up Let the the cold flow out into my veins pictures of budapest in the rain I’m not a hero, i’m a loser running away here i lie now, on grass covered in dew pain can't kill me, pain will be my friend fall will judge me, but spring will be more kind Let the the cold flow out into my veins pictures of budapest in the rain What will i say approaching the stars
5.
Rags of clothes, dust and dirty faces begging for bread, hand in hand everyone knew them in town brother and sister and not much else One night the air was cold and wet far was their refuge, too far to try was it insanity? was it just pride? they walked along their written destiny They found them in the snow, at dawn someone once said that life is but a glass of wine you can drink it slow or in one breath they just can't drink it at all One night the air was cold and wet far was their refuge, too far to try was it insanity? was it just pride? they walked along their written destiny They found them in the snow, at dawn begging for help, hand in hand rags of clothes, dust and smiling faces begging for bread, hand in hand
6.
What if I was not here with my cart What if I was not playing my part What if I was not the cripple of bruges What if I fell not into disgrace What if I had not this messy face What if I was not the cripple of bruges If I had legs i'd run to you beautiful girl passing by If I was rich i'd buy you things all the things that you need What if I was not under this rain What if I was not here with my pain What if I was not the cripple of bruges What if I was not singing sad songs What if I was whom she belongs What if I was not the cripple of bruges What if I was not the cripple of bruges
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(instrumental)
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(poem by W.B. Yeats) When i play on my fiddle in dooney folk dance like a wave of the sea my cousin is priest in kilvarnet my brother in mocharabuiee I passed my brother and cousin: they read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the sligo fair. When we come at the end of time, to peter sitting in state, he will smile on the three old spirits, but call me first through the gate; For the good are always the merry, save by an evil chance, and the merry love the fiddle and the merry love to dance And when the folk there spy me, they will all come up to me, with ‘here is the fiddler of dooney!’ and dance like a wave of the sea
9.
Burlesque dancer, messy make up sewing her dress, sewing her dreams Old nun sitting just next to her in the back seats of the last train to camden Thief stealing jewels, from the bag of a young girl cop in plain clothes, watching in silence Gipsy boy, playing guitar no one caring on the last train to camden Tears in their eyes, and smile on their lips no one could save 'em from dreams Last shift waitress, tiredly eating staring at her shoes in tatters Homeless man in his dark long coat sleeps and weeps on last train to camden Tears in their eyes, and smile on their lips no one could save 'em from dreams Acrobat playing with his gravity ignoring what's his direction Burning down the rope between the busy moon and the last train to camden

about

We found these songs in an old suitcase, all signed "Johnny Bemolle"

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released June 16, 2016

Antonello D’Ippolito | vocals, guitars, ukulele, percussions
Stefano Di Leginio | cello
Alessandra Macaluso | oboe, ney, vocals

All songs are written by Johnny Bemolle,
except “The fiddler of Dooney”, a poem by W.B. Yeats

Cover and illustrations by Laura Re

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Sound Awake Studio
by Marco Federico, in Rome, May 2016

Produced by Johnny Bemolle
johnnybemolle.com

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