Shortly after getting new cable tv boxes at home I discovered that we also get a whole bunch of 24 hr music channels. I found a smooth jazz channel that is perfect sleeping music on my extra set of computer speakers on the headboard of my bed. So I'm starting to take a break from high energy headbanging for a while. This guy sounds like some of Joe Satriani's lighter songs.
This post has been edited by Mark.: 12 February 2018 - 09:31 AM
Night Ranger. One of the very few times I liked something that Zaxtor likes. I couldn't wait to learn to play that song on guitar after it was released waaayyy long ago.
The original song, "Gli amori" (The loves) - 1990 by Toto Cotugno which has a totally different text.
Just to avoid a little translation misunderstanding, "loves" here it is simply intended as the plural of "love" instead of a verb.
Spoiler
Lighted and off, stupids and specials. Two consonant lost in three vowels, are them which help us to not feel us alone, therefore they are important and we call them loves. The loves under a big sky or closed in a room, the loves where you lost the hope. The loves with the shoulders to the wall or when you say "God thinking about it", the loves where you are not sure, at which you don't give importance.
But how many loves? Which loves? With the courage and the fear of like each other. Fragile loves that go away, the ones in which suffering just you, and the others to say "what you want it to be?". How many loves? Too much loves, loves by now erupted that does not know stay together, loves at the limit of the follyness, the ones you find and you don't leave anymore, the loves at pieces to thrown away.
Imagine two solitaire worlds, suspended between the stars, in the middle of the seas. Sometimes they gets closer to not feel themself alone, for this they are great and we call them loves. But how many loves? Which loves? With the courage and the fear of like each other. Fragile loves that go away, the ones in which suffering just you, and the others to say "what you want it to be?". How many loves? Too much loves, loves just born with the will of stay together, loves at the limit of the follyness, the ones you find and you don't leave anymore, the loves at pieces to thrown away. How many loves? But which loves? Loves at the limit of the crazyness the ones you search and you don't leave anymore, the loves at pieces to thrown away.
The loves are almost all the same. The difference now you do.