A parabola of love in 6 Sufjan's songs

Il disegno di una parabola, un amore che cresce fino al suo apice prima di spegnersi e scomparire.

1 - the magnetic encounter: "John my beloved"

2 - the troubled passion: "All of me wants all of you"

3 - the silent tenderness: "Futile devices"

4 - the contemplation of the mistery: "Mistery of Love"

5 - the loss and the escape: "Blue bucket of gold"

6 - the barganing acceptance of the departure: "Enchanting Ghost"

Con

ANTONIO CUREDDA: voce, piano, chitarra

SIMONE CATANIA: chitarra elettrica, ukulele

NICOLA LUNARDELLI: chitarra acustica

EUGENIO MIGOTTO: flauto traverso

MATTEO TEMPINI: chitarra acustica

VIDEO SHOOTING: Ubaldo Giusti e Tony Roman

VIDEO EDIT: Jacopo Maresca

AUDIO MIX & RECORDING: Antonio Curedda e Nicola Lunardelli

CON LA STRAORDINARIA PARTECIPAZIONE DI ILARIA COLETTI non solo nella veste di cantante

Songs by Sufjan Stevens - SPOTIFY PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/23Ao1VOMMqEjLKql2DpKxW

"Wrong to be kind" composed by Nicola Lunardelli / lyrics by Mattia Coletti

Grazie a Lago Film Fest e tutto il suo staff

1- JOHN MY BELOVED

Are we to speak, first day of the week

Stumbling words at the bar

Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries

Long Island kindness and wine

Beloved of John, I get it all wrong

I read you for some kind of poem

Covered in lines, the fossils I find

Have they no life of their own?

So can we pretend sweetly

Before the mystery ends?

I am a man with a heart that offends

With its lonely and greedy demands

There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your beautiful face

Stumbling carpet arise

Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend

Icarus, point to the sun

If history speaks of two baby teeth

I'm painting the hills blue and red

They said beware, Lord hear my prayer

I've wasted my throes on your head

So can we be friends, sweetly

Before the mystery ends?

I love you more than the world can contain

In its lonely and ramshackle head

There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

I'm holding my breath

My tongue on your chest

What can be said of my heart?

If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek

Where there remains but a mark

Beloved my John, so I'll carry on

Counting my cards down to one

And when I am dead, come visit my bed

My fossil is bright in the sun

So can we contend, peacefully

Before my history ends?

Jesus I need you, be near me, come shield me

From fossils that fall on my head

There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

2 - ALL OF ME WANTS ALL OF YOU

Shall we beat this or celebrate it?

You're not the one to talk things through, uuh

You checked your text while I masturbated

Manelich, I feel so used, uuh

Found myself on Spencer's Butte

Traced your shadow with my shoe, uuh

Empty outline changed my view

Now all of me thinks less of you, uuh

On the sheet I see your horizon

All of me pressed onto you, uuh

But in this light you look like Poseidon

I'm just a ghost you walk right through, uuh

Saw myself on Spencer's Butte (all of me wants all of you)

Landscape changed my point of view, uuh (all of me wants all of you)

Revelation may come true (all of me wants all of you)

Now all of me thinks less of you, uuh (all of me wants all of you)

3 - FUTILE DEVICES

It's been a long, long time

Since I've memorized your face

It's been four hours now

Since I've wandered through your place

And when I sleep on your couch

I feel very safe

And when you bring the blankets

I cover up my face

I do

Love you

I do

Love you

And when you play guitar

I listen to the strings buzz

The metal vibrates underneath your fingers

And when you crochet

I feel mesmerized and proud

And I would say I love you

But saying it out loud is hard

So I won't say it at all

And I won't stay very long

But you are life I needed all along

I think of you as my brother

Although that sounds dumb

And words are futile devices

4 - MISTERY OF LOVE

Oh, to see without my eyes

The first time that you kissed me

Boundless by the time I cried

I built your walls around me

White noise, what an awful sound

Fumbling by Rogue River

Feel my feet above the ground

Hand of God, deliver me

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The first time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love

Lord, I no longer believe

Drowned in living waters

Cursed by the love that I received

From my brother's daughter

Like Hephaestion, who died

Alexander's lover

Now my riverbed has dried

Shall I find no other?

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

I'm running like a plover

Now I'm prone to misery

The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me

How much sorrow can I take?

Blackbird on my shoulder

And what difference does it make

When this love is over?

Shall I sleep within your bed

River of unhappiness

Hold your hands upon my head

Till I breathe my last breath

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The last time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love

5 - BLUE BUCKET OF GOLD

My blue bucket of gold

Friend, why don't you love me?

Once the myth has been told

The lens deforms it as lightning

Raise your right hand

Tell me you want me in your life

Or raise your red flag

Just when I want you in my life

Search for things to extol

Friend, the fables delight me

My blue bucket of gold

Lord, touch me with lightning

Raise your right hand

Tell me you want me in your life

Or raise your red flag

Just when I want you in my life

6 - ENCHANTING GHOST

Tell me what you saw in me

And I'll try to replicate it with a scene

Mm-mmm

If it troubles you to breathe

Wait a moment; I could change the scenery

Don't carry on carrying efforts, oh no, oh oh oh oh

Somewhere there's a room for each of us to grow

And if it pleases you to leave me, just go, oh oh oh oh

Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost

Mm-mmm

It's only that I meant to bring

Love and liveliness to your breast on the scene

Mm-mmm

Did you cut your hands on me?

Are my edges sharp? Am I a pest to feed?

Don't carry on carrying regrets, oh no, oh oh oh

Somewhere there's a room for us to speak alone

And if it grieves you to stay here, just go, oh oh oh oh

For I have no spell on you, it's all a ghost

Mm-mmm

I still have the things you gave me

Four anointing oils, the paper weight you made

Mm-mmm

For sure I haven't carried them

Or buried them in the name of your ghost, my friend

Don't carry on carrying efforts

Don't go! No oh oh oh

Stay with me until I sleep within your host

Or if it pleases you to leave me, just go, oh oh oh oh

Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost

Mm-mmm