One​-​way EP

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released July 8, 2014

Antonello D'Ippolito - vocals, guitars, ukulele, percussions
Eleonora Bove - vocals, flute, melodica, kazoo, percussions

All songs are written and played by Johnny Bemolle,
except for Molly Malone (irish traditional)
Cello on East Paris and Scotland is played by Luisa Marinucci

Produced and recorded by Johnny Bemolle
Mixed and mastered by Johnny Bemolle and Stefano Nuccetelli (www.facebook.com/esse.cappa)
Cover art and graphics by Laura Re (www.facebook.com/laurareillustration)

www.johnnybemolle.com

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We know just a little or nothing about the mysterious Johnny Bemolle. We go around to tell it through his stories and his songs.

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Track Name: Johnny
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
Filling his court and his soul

There are two things you can do,
he used to say
grab an umbrella and hang out
or staying home watching the rain

Johnny was afraid
Johnny was a friend of mine

What you're 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
Track Name: East Paris
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 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
Track Name: The cripple of Bruges
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 the 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

If I had the 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 the cripple of Bruges
Track Name: Molly Malone (in Dublin's fair city)
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

"Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

She was a fishmonger, and sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they all wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

"Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

She died of a fever and no one to grieve her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

"Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".