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In The Morning We'll Meet


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The thriving plant outside Means patience and desire You swore you would have tried To soar with dragonflies Don't think we're trapped inside The fence is not so high Pure chance if we're alive Let's walk by riverside
Here comes today With a simple refrain And a mosaic contains All your dreams piece by piece Recompose them to build a new scene Whispering mouths In the leaves of the oak And your friend growing old Changes into a fawn In his eyes you can find graceful notes So here i stay With a second refrain And a mosaic contains All of us piece by piece Recompose me with some graceful notes
New fabled stories from another town Red flowers flourish on a fertile ground Hopeful signs Hills with pines All reminds Youthful times Don't regret you felt shy Petryifing your own arms Shoot a glance at branches sway They can teach you how to move bouncing On rubber sky They can teach you how to bend And let come butterflies Don't stand aside Don't stand aside
Noël 1981 02:17
Roaring wind on wide fields of wheat Rumbling streams and hoots of the ship Humming of bees and leaves crackling Under your feet Overwhelmed by towers of words Speechless sounds are lost in a hole Givin' an ear you'll find they can move you to tears Light tears.....
A hundreds coloured yarns are in your hand You weave them into beds Where thoughts will sleep and rest Sunset draws the curtains and the Night reveals a secret in your ear The view is now so clear Disorder disappears Moonlight seeping through the ceiling A hundreds coloured yarns are in your hand You weave them into beds Where we can sleep and rest Let me speak a secret in your ear The view can be so clear Confusion disappears Blue thoughts are out of here
There's some hypnotic flavour in march Raking wet blossoms when grass is cut Parrots in a cage are snared Losing pleasures of The wings they have The wings we had To reach a glade Where blinds cannot be pulled down We could restart from the end Bring tinkly toys in a copper house Discover melodies in things around
Comets have tails White – hot and sharp Silver gets warm. Kindling lights on a bow Spirals of rays Swallow the gloom Colours in falls Rush to soak through the dreary woods Move on now Without weight, flapping sheet, taking shape Inflated by wind Swim between, mermaid fins, keep ready This season will leave And gardens will change their look Endless times And people will change their mood All at once All at once
Old Old Kiss 07:21
Seeking a light outside Like moths round candle flames Ink blots on the surface Of a broken smile Interrupted signs And many living things Seem to be made of wax Shiny and cold Two bottles fall and smash Or flying bombs explode We cannot hear And someone finds relief In work or in a kiss Sweet fruits to eat For me the greatest gift Would be the tide to lift Carrying you home In the morning we'll meet
Isaia 01:18
Apples Rvlll 02:44
Tiny heart Let his wishes wither up And disguising his own voice Just delayed the choice Losing time in vain Can backfire on us again Ruins of feeling still remain Then in quicksand sink Tiny heart Let his wishes wither up And disguising his own choice/voice Drowned in quicksand
All certain things are caving in somewhere Swirling bees Maddened by bears Despite the gale you dropped an anchor here You walk in mud With crystal heels
Overcast Vanishing fades the sun Amber blaze Without ash fade the sun Farther stars reclaim Their time and fades the sun Numberless They sprout and fade the sun Remembering Nothing is colourfast And steaming breath dries Melting down fades the sun Colder stars reclaim Their time and fades the sun Numberless They sprout and fades the sun Remembering Nothing is colourfast And steaming breath dries And bruises clear up
Be my friend And share your mind with me We'll eat some glass Then spit it on the trees Their leaves are falling gently to the ground No other way to change a while Everyone's round


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Yes, “In the morning we'll meet” is the most complicated and ambitious album that Giorgio Tuma has come across. When you deal with the musical fantasy that is hiding behind his notes, it is impossible not to evoke that colossal work of Brian Wilson’s, “Smile. Today, that figure of the song-writer as a goldsmith who pampers his melodies and arrangements with the meticulousness of a watch-maker needs to be reclaimed and dignified, and figures like Giorgio Tuma are indispensible in that process.

An album that, like all good trips, has come into being all around the world (countries like Canada, Norway, The U.S…. have seen these songs grow), to ultimately point straight towards home as the final destination. As the author himself admits, “In the morning we’ll meet” is an album of folk-jazz sung in English, but watered with typically Italian melodies, on which childhood and memories work as an emotional motor. And because we couldn’t expect anything less, the figures of the great Italian composers appear on the scene: Alessandro Cicognini, Nino Rota, Piero Piccioni, Piero Umiliani, Ennio Morricone, and singers like Luigi Tenco, Piero Ciampi and Lucio Batisti stop by to keep the references we already know like Stan Getz, Vinicius de Moraes, Brian Wilson himself, Chet Baker, Maurice Ravel and Nick Drake company.

But beware: don’t confuse the ambition of a project with the density and complicatedness of its sound. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It is precisely the hard work that has gone into Giorgio Tuma’s new songs which has given way to a more thoughtful album than his two previous full-lengths, where the dose of sun and light turn out to be slightly austere, leaving space for that nostalgia so common in evening jazz, and the protagonism of blue as an impressionist symbol fills everything. And to achieve this, as always, there is an incredible list of collaborators, among whom a few stand out like Michael Andrews (responsible for a ton of great soundtracks, like “Donnie Darko” and “Me, you and everyone we know”), Lori Cullen (Canadian jazz-folk singer who has worked with Owen Pallet and has three splendid albums out, the last of which was produced by Chris Dedrick who was the mentor of the legendary THE FREE DESIGN), and Susan Karolina Wallumrød (who has also sung with greats like Bonnie “Prince” Billy himself, and has three albums out with her group SUSANNA AND THE MAGICAL ORCHESTRA).

Ultimately, this is a one of a kind work, completely timeless, an album that the authentic music fans will enjoy with a grateful palate, and which to each new listen is a new banquet with so many new flavors to discover. And in this banquet, the principal actors are, since it could be no other way, the songs.


released April 22, 2011


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