Altre Latitudini

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For Gianmaria,your voice climbs to a balcony, whispering the words to say to the loved one who shows herself there. Your voice is Cyrano hidden in the garden, teaching the forgetful male how to summon a girl’s kiss. They are syllables of rain: to take one’s jacket and place it on the bare shoulders of a woman (one of the rare sacred gestures with which a man is endowed).
Your songs allow a boy to act as a man, allow a man to become a boy. A woman sighs: if only it were true! While you sing it is true, and then for five more minutes the effect of gathering the male fragments lasts: the adult and the daredevil are togheter again. While you sing there is again the silhouette of a man in the room. In his buttonhole he has placed a nettle flower, on his shirtfront a live butterfly.
He entwines his arms around the girl, makes as if to waltz, then turns it into a tango: the couple shines. Numerus clausus sealed by music.
Perfumed by the dances of the past are your songs of today. Man and woman approach cheekbones to feign sharing a word, smell hair, bring the breath close to the curve of the neck. The balls of the past permitted embraces using a turn on the dancefloor as excuse.
Nothing other than loves, flesh laid bare by a knife that skins, that peels, and beneath, the fruit is white. Only loves, their pas de deux disturbs, deters: two lovers go, behind them follow our gaze – that of soldiers constrained to ranks, instead of disbanding, unbottoning our collars, and starting to run.
Nothing other than flowers. Buy them in small bouquets, carry them, sweating, out of breath, to you favourite creature, loved.Erri De Luca, Translated from the Italian by Willy Spat

Gianmaria Testa


"Altre Latitudini"


October 14th 2003



Harmonia Mundi


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1I prefer it like that [play] [lyrics]

I prefer it like that

[cincopa AEBARQL1J2KL]
I prefer it like that
without too much noise
as when one is alone
in a door way waiting for the rain to stop
I prefer it like that
without anything to say.
A love, as we know
sooner or later will be stolen.
I prefer it like that
with nothing to do
except to sit
in some doorway
waiting for the rain to stop.
3:34
2The best of you [play] [lyrics]

The best of you

[cincopa A8PAqSbCJWEM]
I carry in me
only the best of you
your most uncertain look
the things you won’t tell me
and I forget already
to ask how you’re doing.
In a summer photo I have
You look at me
I look at you – how I don’t Know.

I carry in me
only the best of you
the thousand songs you know
those you will not sing
and confuse already
with others that I loved and know.
In a summer photo I have
you looked at me
and I told you nothing but no.

I carry in me
only the best of you.
Only the best there is.
…and I forget already
to ask how you’re doing.
In a summer
Photo I have
you look at me
I can no longer say no to you.
2:55
3In cinema [play] [lyrics]

In cinema

[cincopa AUPAkQL_J2hN]
There are lots of people, you know,
too many people in this cinema
men and extras
and pallid prima donnas.
And me in my corner here
I didn’t even see you
not even for a moment.

But laugh, people smile at you
in the cinema
with saccharine mouths
and damp eyes.
And me,
prisoner in my corner,
I didn’t ever have you
not even for a moment.

But we’re not actors
that make cinema
nor the prima donnas
that enchant the public.
We remain packed
in this corner that
now that you are here
seems to me the greatest.

But we’re not actors
that make cinema.
That which reveals itself, you know,
can have no sequel.
We remain
packed in this corner
that since you came along
seems to me the greatest.
3:46
4Just to tell you no [play] [lyrics]

Just to tell you no

[cincopa A0CATR7VJyRO]
Just to tell you no
I wouldn’t have come all this way
but it was something else
I know that you know
That there was something else between us.

To say what, I don’t know.
A kiss, a dog, or a rose
To say just to say
I know that you know
it would be useless now.

I sought for us
a stronger pretext
a more serious excuse
to weep of misery
misery of love.

I wanted, if possible
a better reason, if possible
such as to say that
I have come to stay
remain because
just to tell you no.

I wouldn’t have come all this way
but there was something else.
I know that you know
that there was something else between us
something else.

I sought for us
a stronger pretext
a more serious excuse
to weep of misery
misery of love.
I wanted, if possible
a better reason, if possible
such as to say that
I have come to stay
remain with me.
3:53
5Tuareg [play] [lyrics]

Tuareg

[cincopa AkKApR7MJivO]
Speak to me
for all time that remains
in this frontier day
between the past and us.
Tell me it was just another mistake
that life is all a caravanserai
and then
your knife – blade spirit
will trace upon my soul
a camel’s hump
that will never disappear.
Invent me a desert for other oases
to traverse by short steps
like caravaneers.
And now, smile at me
if you can, so that again tomorrow
you will find us other reasons
and sooner or later
your knife – blade spirit
will cut from my soul a camel’s hump
that will never disappear.
2:45
6Like rain [play] [lyrics]

Like rain

[cincopa AcLAPSrzJ-3Y]
Just a moment more and you’ll be
like rain
that washes the pavement and runs
down our faces.
Only a moment and you’ll be
like rain
for a love of sand
you’ll be.

Of wet earth you’ll be
after the rain
tar – vapour and then
heat that embraces.
Just a minute more and you’ll be
a flower that opens
for the love of sand
you’ll be.

You’ll be like a winter moon
that lights for us
all the sky which surrounds.
You’ll be
the breath of the day.
3:51
7Aerial view [play] [lyrics]

Aerial view

[cincopa A8GABS7IJWcZ]
From this aerial view
almost nothing remains
the spectre of the bell tower
no longer smiles.
Gliding and planing
over the ancient hills
you see nothing but worn
straw hats.
The glasses are empty
but nobody notices.
The glasses are empty
and nobody notices.
And you, what will you be tomorrow?

Of this season gone
I’ll forget nothing more
except what September insists
on erasing
speaking and speaking agin
of that which hardly was
unwillingly I clean the salt
from my hands
the glasses were full
and someone drank them
the glasses were full
but someone drank them
now I know
what you will be tomorrow.
3:41
8Battle Cry [play] [lyrics]

Battle Cry

[cincopa AMGAOTLmJerZ]
I hear put on
your battle cry
to tell me words that I already know
why should I stay here
and listen to you.

I leave – what rain
I watch the people and the umbrellas
that flow
all the faces in this wet
that drowns the evening
this evening.

The thunderstorm rains
it rains rain and not words
between us
it rains and does no harm
it’s only rain and not words
between us.
3:40
9Nothing but flowers [play] [lyrics]

Nothing but flowers

[cincopa AkCA-Q77MyL6]
And then there comes a day
that to watch it pass
seems the day of some other
of some other the things
to do
of some other the voice
and even the shadows
on the walls
and these winter flowers
that I got for you

and they are winter flowers
but for some other season
or for some other memory
of what now I don’t know
nothing but flowers
whatever they might mean
to see them there again
means nothing more to me
because there comes a day
that to watch it pass
seems the day of some other the things
to do
of some other the voice
and even the shadows
on the walls
and these winter flowers
that I got
for you.
3:35
10Seashell [play] [lyrics]

Seashell

[cincopa AwEA2SrBMiJ7]
You are the seashell
on the shore
that takes the sun
and takes the wave
and takes the sea
and takes to the deep
and returns

And turns to the shores
of another beach
and turns to the sun
and turns to the wave
and turns to the sea
and turns to the deep
and takes off.

You are the seashell
of water and salt
that drowns the dream
of repose
and leaves a tear
that is not wiped away
but goes down to the sea

You are the seashell
of the shore
that takes the sun
and takes the wave
and takes the sea
and takes to the deep
that turns away.
3:03
11An August firefly [play] [lyrics]

An August firefly

[cincopa AcMAPT7zMmZ7]
And August firefly
went out one morning
proud of her suitcase
to harvest the moon
shouting to the four winds
her joy to be alive
shouting to the four winds
as her light sparkled.

But the August firefly
saw the sun rise
alone, behind the mountains
she saw the sun shine
she said to the sun “don’t come out
with your murderous light”
she shouted to the sun “don’t come out”
but her own light had already died.

And the August firefly
was found atop a flower
suitcase with the moon
clutched in hand
they say she died
of fear or of love
they say she died
because light she did not have

And the sun saw her from far off
on that alpine flower
and upon the firefly
he smiled.
3:13
12You can [play] [lyrics]

You can

[cincopa A4CApS7uM6L8]
You can change your face
if you want me to leave
you can change your name
if you want to send me away
you can write on your forehead
tonight I’ve no desire for anybody
nothing but me
but I swear
you’ll never fool me.
2:02
13A Star [play] [lyrics]

A Star

[cincopa AQEAeQL7Mip8]
A star looks upon the sea
with clear clear eyes
asking herself if the heart
in spite of blows and pain
can still fall in love

A star looks upon the moon
with a child’s eyes
and asks herself if love
is a fantasy of the heart
and if one day it will return

Star, star of sea
how many bitter days
does love make us spend?
Hidden I watch
and understand
that her pain
locks her heart under key
for none to see

And as the star reflects
far off she sees
beyond another sky
already she is
falling in love.
3:54
14Other Latitudes [play] [lyrics]

Other Latitudes

[cincopa AEDADTLPMao9]
Other attitudes to your latitudes
no barriers for me
only the meteorological limits
of my snowbound regions
you know how it is
other attitudes to your latitudes
even the impossible will be achieved
but give me a moment
stop at the corner
that’s perhaps clear, who knows
and leave your automobile
that would be convenient
with all the traffic around

Take a taxi with me
it will be like going abroad
take a taxi with me
for an unusual afternoon
the driver knows
the most authentic places
and will drive out of boundswhich is always a bit
romantic.
2:36
15Preferisco così (Instrumental) [play] [lyrics]

Preferisco così (Instrumental)

[cincopa AUFAdQLcMaF-]
1:18
[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_facebook type=”button_count”][/vc_column][/vc_row] Musicians :
Gianmaria Testa: voice, guitar
Enzo Pietropaoli: double bass
Philippe Garcia: drums
Mario Brunello: cello
Carlo de Martini: violin, viola
Gianpiero Malfatto: trombone
David Lewis: trumpet
Gabriele Mirabassi: clarinet

Artistic production
Gianmaria Testa
Art istic direction and arrangements
Piero Ponzo
Recorded and Mixed aat Studio Elettra – Calvi dell’Umbria, Italy 2003
by Emanuele Donnini
Mastering
Ian Cooper for Metropolis Mastering, Londra, UK
Graphic design
Atelier Harmonia Mundi
Cover photo
Sayoun / Wallis
Internal photos
Jean-Dominique Ferrucci and Pino Guidolotti
Publication
Quai N° 3 Parigi, except ‘Na Stella, Sugar srl, Italia
Production
Com’ Nicole Courtois Higelin
Label
Le Chant du Monde
Distribution
Harmonia Mundi
Italian Distribution
IRD