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Spaghetti Americana

by THE BEARDS

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    1. Caledonia Avalanche Blues
    2. Life's A Long Hard Road
    3. No Meaner Man
    4. Postcard from Milwaukee
    5. Mephisto Potato Sauce
    6. In Wintertime
    7. Apatia degli Amanti
    8. Awful Carnival
    9. Il Chinino
    10. Blood Red River
    11. Drunky Sailor
    12. Perry Mason
    13. Rosteo Sensa Sangue
    14. Muskito
    15. Giorni Nebbiosi
    16. The Farmer

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1.
No Meaner Man Well I left home at the age of ten I sailed the seven seas Press-ganged a board a ship Of the Royal Navy I climbed the masts I swabbed the decks I worked as a powder monkey - Loaded every cannon with a message For Napoleon (Na-pol-eon) -------- I have served the King and I won’t Be a slave to NO meaner man (no-meaner-man) -------- Well my ship went down by the coast of Spain I swam a shore and my luck did change I met a Bella Senorita But I had to run When the Frenchman came -------- I have served the King and I won’t be a slave to NO meaner man (no-meaner-man) So, this is my message to you Governor, I hope you understand (un-der-stand) -------- When I got back to England I could not get no job They’d taxed the land and river Every fish in the sea -------- I bought myself a gun I took to the highway (high-way) So this is my message to you Governor, It’s written down in blood (written-down-in-blood) I have served the King and I won’t Be a slave to NO meaner man NO meaner man
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Blood Red River Gotta get across that blood-red-river Gotta get across that blood-red-river Gotta get across before the sun-goes-down I don’t want wanna to go there I don’t want wanna to go there anymore Gotta get across that blood-red-river Gotta get across that blood-red-river I don’t want wanna to go there I don’t want to kill any more Gotta get across that blood-red-river Gotta get across that blood-red-river I don’t want wanna to go there I don’t want to kill any more Gotta get across that blood-red-river Gotta get across before the sun-goes-down I don’t want wanna to go there I don’t want to kill any more Gotta get across that blood-red-river Gotta get across before the sun-goes-down I don’t want wanna to go there I don’t want to kill any more All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men Couldn’t drag me back there again All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men Couldn’t drag me back there again All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men Couldn’t put Humpty together again All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men Couldn’t put Humpty together again
3.
In Wintertime Let the bottle go Let the bottle go Winter time I don’t see the sky I hit the road for so many miles With worn out shoes and a heart of stone I’m still here left alone Since you’ve gone I can’t go on See Mother Mary by the roadside Hear only ghost tells me: “you’re right!” The Devil follows me he lost his hope I want you back I will not stop Since you’ve gone I can’t go on I yell to the moon take away the gloom Surrounding me all tired ghosts The Devil pats me on the back says: “Good luck!” If you want that girl just don’t you stop Since you’ve gone I can’t go on I sit and moan on the roadside I breathe the fog I squeeze the mud My hope is gone I’m alone I feel the stiffness breaking my bones Since you’ve gone I can’t go on Devil finds me once again Ghosts scream: “Come on man!” I see the mercy in Mary’s eyes I get on my feet and start to cry Since you’ve gone I can’t go on Mother Mary please help me I lost a shoe why don’t you see Drink with the Devil what about the cost? On the road dancing with my Ghosts Since you’ve gone I can’t go on I hold your picture in my hand I feel like a wolf haunted by lambs I hear a voice stop the madness Finally Mother Mary starts to speak Let the bottle go and go home!
4.
Awful Carnival Down at the awful carnival People gather on Gibbet Hill They string them up when the sun goes down All the people come gather round Convict corpses hanging high What a way to live and die Rolling dice with dead mans teeth Stinking of lice and rotten meat She smiles at me and I smile at her The smell of death and love is blurred All you need is a little bit of rum Play your hand with a loaded gun They send you up before the judge I know your sort, you ne’er do well You want water but I’ll give you wine 100 lashes of the cat-o-nine You don’t want to go there Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill If you go down to the woods today You’re in for a big surprise All you friends are dancing ‘round Like they’re still alive Singing drunk and crying out Welcome to the carnival Where dead men laugh and the living cry Birds and rats have eaten their eyes Bones turned white from the wind and sun Come on over and have some fun You don’t want to go there Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill I see the children playing ball Looks like the head of old Tom Hall Once he had such a fine black beard Once he was a man they feared Came unstuck with Captain Blood Now his head rolls in the mud Children laugh and play their game All their mothers have gone insane You don’t want to go there Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill Well… Pirate Jenny rings the bell Calls out the name of the Captain’s girl For a necklace made of silver and gold That young girl is bought and sold From ship to shore From Heaven to Hell Saints and sinners I know you well Tinker, tailor, beggar man, thief Judge and jury, Indian chief All go down to the carnival Dancing to the hangman’s call You don’t want to go there Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill You don’t want to go there Or you’ll be the next on Gibbet Hill
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Caledonia Avalanche Blues From Helena and Toronto, and anywhere that road might go They'd sing so high and sing so low, across that great divide That rag tag choir, around the bend You'll never see their likes again Vagabonds of the same mind, makin good for some unspoken crime From Memphis to New Orleans, a song for those of lesser means They backed the best, and taught the rest With church organ, and dirge drum Through frost and fire, crash and rust An every single petty bust Brought chronicles to the rest of us Of the America they had seen The way things might have been Like livin in a dream... From Helena and Toronto And anywhere that road would go....
6.
Life is a long hard road They took me to the doctor I shouted to them all I saw her face inside a mirror the doctor puts a hole on my skin While meds came in through the needle my sight went away My memory still was clear while poison worked in my veins Look through my window it’s hard to explain but I’ll be back again I’ll be back again I’ll be back again life is a long hard road I used to work on my land till the bank stole my farm Lawyers filled my head full of lies then the taxman came Like rats if they find no cheese they eat anything I didn’t have any money so they took my very best Look through my window it’s hard to explain but I’ll be back again I’ll be back again I’ll be back again life is a long hard road So I did a stupid thing with my tractor I drove to town I took my father’s rifle and some bullets with me My hands are still empty I want to shut some lead in their backs With the hole in my pocket bullets fell to the ground Look through my window it’s hard to explain but I’ll be back again I’ll be back again I’ll be back again life is a long hard road Like bible says I could not kill no Cain but the judge found me insane The jury did agree there was something wrong with me They send me to the hospital for some electricity But the really shocking thing she was no more with me Look through my window it’s hard to explain but I’ll be back again I’ll be back again I’ll be back again life is a long hard road
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Il Chinino 03:53
CHININO Svegliarsi all'alba dolorante, fatica scendere dal letto, mia madre preoccupata quanta strada dovrà fare per chiedere aiuto al vecchio dottore (x 2). Arriverà verso il tramonto, in sella ad un cavallo stanco barba lunga e uno sporco tabarro nero sembra più un becchino che un bravo dottore, mi chiedo veramente quale sia il suo mestiere. lo sguardo vitreo perso nel vuoto fredda la mano sulla mia schiena un colpo di tosse, prego, per favore Qui ci vuole un poco di chinino, il chinino è la cura dei tuoi mali. Lo vedo distante nascosto dalla polvere, un altra anima lo sta aspettando forse la cura o per l'estrema unzione. Chinino sarà comunque la soluzione, la soluzione per ogni tuo male. Passano i tramonti e i giorni sono lunghi, di notte stanca torno dalla fornace, con scarpe bucate e viso scavato. Chinino sarà comunque la soluzione, la soluzione per tutti i mali. La fornace è da due anni chiusa, con la guerra finita nessun lavoro con la gioventù rubata sarò mai felice? Chinino sarà comunque la soluzione, un rimedio per tutti i guai.
8.
Postcard from Milwaukee Postcard from Milwaukee No return address I can see that some of your words Are blurred out from the rain I sit down at the table Just staring into space I can see the picture But I can't recall the face You say you love me It's hard to tell Postcard picture From a mystery girl I sit there at the table I roll a cigarette The coffee's on and the sun is shining i see your silhouette Ash falling down on the picture of the girl that's on the card Burns away the image But my memory won't fade You say you love me It's hard to tell Postcard picture From a mystery girl In another lifetime In another place Maybe i Could met you And it wouldn't feel so strange Postcard from Milwaukee , No return address
9.
MEPHISTO POTATO SAUCE My belly is acking, maybe i need some more sauce. Today is the hammer, on a anvil i was born. Try to reach for the heaven, my stomach feeds the hell. The road is so empty, bowels crash in the end. Mephisto potato sauce, reduce you like a dry fish bone. Mephisto potato sauce, just like a lepper you lose your skin. Mephisto potato sauce, it leaves only when you're gone. Mephisto potato sauce just like a lepper your bell will ring. Try to run for no reason, when i can barely stand. Fear becomes my prison, shame is my grey brand. A songbird makes you feel dirty, your dog is a severe judge, sound of the river tells you're guilty; being with yourself is like to fug. Mephisto potato sauce, reduce you like a dry fish bone. Mephisto potato sauce, just like a lepper you lose your skin. Mephisto potato sauce, it leaves only when you're gone. Mephisto potatoes sauce, just like a lepper your bell will ring.
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Drunky Sailor There’s no light that shines a way for you No stars to guide you home No love waits on faraway shores You’re bound to sail alone… Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go Your ships are all in bottles And your Ocean is upside down Whales harpoon the sailors Your tattoos are squid-ink-brown Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go Oggie and Eddie went out last night And met some lovely girls Before the sun came up again They found those girls were men Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go It was such a lovely party Until the Policeman came A broken glass, a kick in the arse The journey begins again Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go Well I met a girl in Dolo And tried to give her a rose She said sailor you’re going solo And gave me a broken nose Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go A mosquito bit Oggie and Eddie Then all three were drunk They went to Porto Marghera Sailed away in a Chinese Junk (Crying verse) There’s no light that shines a way for you No stars to guide you home No love waits on those faraway shores You’re bound to sail alone… Oh Drunky Sailor, I know where you go
12.
Perry Mason 05:27
13.
Rosteo sensa sangue Mostro, mostro, SOLO. Ma se non potrò averti io verrò di notte alle vostre case sprangate e non vi darò pace finché ogni fibra di me vorrà sangue per vivere. Farò leva su quel chiavistello, quello vecchio di ruggine marcio, andrà in pezzi, viti, chiodi e legno, della porta farò uno squarcio. Di voglia brucio Due calci alla porta e sono dentro, voi stretti attorno al focolare, alle reni una forca mi becca da dietro, ma non mi fermo perché io ho fame. Di voglia brucio Il vecchio prete urlò a mia madre: ‘tuo figlio è strano’ poi crepò sull’altare. Dio non ascolta le urla nella nebbia, festa macabra fino allo scoppio, nelle piaghe brucia la rabbia, sento il sale e le schegge di ferro. Di voglia brucio E’ quasi l’alba, ma se sono vivo, Io non lo so, io non respiro. Fame è ciò che sento, paura non provo altro, ma state zitti bifolchi che ora parlo, di me dicono che sia fatto di legno che non abbia il cuor e nemmeno il sangue, lupo fuori dal gregge o rosteo sensa sangue. Mostro mi dicono mostro sull’argine striscio di giorno sparisco faccio uno sbaglio che viene a galla la mente traballa i legni, la croce. i chiodi dell’uomo io patisco, quindi sono non porto acqua al mio mulino non porto macchia per il sangue versato bevo acqua, sono malato
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Muskito 04:41
Muskito I just wanna tell you I’m the owner of this land It’s a bitter day of sorrow but you gotta understand I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home I’m gonna hunt you down and I’ll do it all alone I’ll stalk these hills like a wolf or kangaroo If I want my freedom I gotta get you That old boss in the beaver skin hat Paid me six shillings said bring his head back I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home You might have your knives, bullets and guns But you’re not match for the deadly spear Too many people want you dead Got too much money on your head Too many hunting for that bounty You better run and take to the sea You’re a big man for the white fella But it all means nothing to me I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home I don’t wanna kill you but I wanna go home I’m gonna hunt you down and I’ll do it all alone I’m gonna hunt you down and I’ll do it all alone
15.
GIORNI NEBBIOSI GIORNI NEBBIOSI NEI MIEI PENSIERI ASPETTANDO UN TUO RITORNO PENSANDO A IERI SDRAIATO SU UN’AMACA COLOR PANNA ACCECATO DAI RIFLESSI TRA I RAMI IN FIORI PASSO IL TEMPO TRA OROLOGI IN CUCINA LONTANO DALLE TUE PAROLE CHE NON POSSO SENTIRE VIVO NELLA PAURA DI DIVENTARE UN TUO MODO DI DIRE ERRORI EVIDENZIATI DAL ROSSO DEL VINO SUL PASSO INCERTO DEL MIO STANCO CAMMINO IL SOGNO DI UN TUO RITORNO FORSE UN GIORNO NEL RIFLESSO DI UNA BOTTIGLIA LANCETTE A TEMPO PER SCANDIRE I GIORNI DA DIMENTICARE E RUGGINE NEGLI OCCHI DEL DOLORE NON POTRO’ CAPIRE SE NELLA LONTANANZA UN MIO GESTO TI POTRA’ MAI FAR CAMBIARE IL TEMPO PASSATO AD ASPETTARE LE TUE PAROLE D’AUTUNNO APPASSITE AL SOLE SI DISSOLVONO COME IL SALE DEL MARE
16.
The Farmer 03:08
The Farmer Workin' 16 hours they get up at sunrise, sleep when the sky's black as tar Singing at day's end Sitting face to face Joking and talking 'round the barn stall In the night with a candle Stories from the elders paint the emotions on our mind Good wine is toasted ladies work the wool the whole town thrives at your home Wanna be a farmer, Wanna be a farmer when the time goes slow with empty pockets, a smile on the lips and a brotherly pat The humble fatigue washed away by a smile and a half-boiled egg for the people breathing air of the land the country where they dig, live and die. between the lice and the drafts of air a bed of hay in the stalls There is no dreamin' only hard workin' Time's filled with hunger and sweat There is more laughter with brother and cousin 'sunare' more corn hour by hour Sisters bail cornstalks cook us some lunch, land becomes your family and your home Wanna be a farmer, Wanna be a farmer when the time goes slow I look through the window, land I've trodden on now I walk you no more
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released March 28, 2015

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THE BEARDS Venezia, Italy

The Beards is a original spaghetti country blues band with dirty and heavy sound formed in 2001 in Venice, Italy
The group has released 5 albums:
MEPHISTO POTATO SAUCE (2007);
DIGGIN'FINGERS (2009);
WIDMANN'S MANSION (2012) produced by legendary producer 5 Grammy nomination Aaron Hurwitz for Woodstock Records ;
MUSKITO (2013) with Julien Poulson for Metal Postcard Record;
EL BRIGANTE (2014);
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