A Perfect Life

A Perfect Life, l’ultima fatica di Alessia Ramusino esce oggi, ufficialmente, sui più importanti canali musicali (uscito venerdi scorso – black friday! – in anteprima per gli amici di facebook).

Una musica intensa ed energica, accompagnata da un bellissimo video dai toni caldi e romantici.
I colori autunnali della campagna piemontese hanno contribuito ad enfatizzare le scene più complicate.
Interamente girato a Montaldeo (Agriturismo Carrata), in provincia di Ovada, tra freddo, pioggia e sporadici raggi di sole.

Sia il video che il backstage (curato dai fotografi Claudio Beduschi e Guido Lusetti) sono stati girati nello splendido fienile e in tutte le aree scoperte dell’agriturismo.
Di incredibile impatto fotografico le scene girate nel maneggio: i cavalli in corsa, la polvere alzata dagli zoccoli e i raggi di sole che filtravano dal pulviscolo, hanno contribuito a realizzare scene molto forti emotivamente e di una bellezza straordinaria.

Un grazie particolare a tutta la mia band!
A Perfect Life

A Perfect Life

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I HAD A WOOD

Giunto al termine il nuovissimo single di Alessia Ramusino I HAD A WOOD, che potrai ascoltare su tutti i più importanti portali di musica (raggiungibili dai link sulle nostre pagine) e gustarti l’appena sfornato videoclip!!
Da lunedi 11 aprile 2016!

I HAD A WOOD

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I HAD A WOOD
I’m here to walk along
This tortuous path which crosses my wood,
My heart, the same old wound
Here… (to) forget the reasons
Find some new solutions

I’m here and still feel bonds
Among these trunks, the rays of sun
Filtrate across the branches
I find again my breaths contained
In the leaves of chestnut-trees

I swear, I hate without restraint, I lose without shame just the blame
I pray, I play without cheating, I love without claiming… claiming pledge

I can still hear my voice
Calling Larry, my little Joni
We run away from boars
I remember the fear, their tails wagging, my laughs
When we three took the bath…

I swear, I hate without restraint, I lose without shame just the blame
I pray, I play without cheating, I love without claiming… (twice)

I’ve scratched my knee in the same blackberries bush
I’ve sketched your face but It’s vanished completely at dusk
Now I’m ready to leave here…The illusion of you

I swear, I hate without restraint, I lose without shame just the blame
I pray, I play without cheating, I love without claiming (twice)
I swear, I hate without restraint, I lose without shame just the blame
I pray, I play without cheating, I love … (twice) I HAD A WOOD

Buon Natale 2015

Buon Natale 2015!

Siamo ormai prossimi al Natale, quasi nel pieno delle feste e all’inizio di un nuovo strepitoso anno.
In occasione dell’uscita natalizia del singolo Gibigianna (Christmas Edition), un piccolo saluto vocale da parte di Alessia, per un Buonissimo Natale e un meraviglioso Anno Nuovo.

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Merry Xmas 2015 & Happy new Year 2016!

Hi everybody! These are my personal wishes for a very happy Christmas to you. Listen to Gibigianna and visit our shop
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To What I Am

‘Cause it comes a time when
Now or never, with hindsight,
in spite of all 
Things go back to their places…
… and me… to what I am

… to what I am
Every page of my story has got a number, a dog-ear
Every word first untold left maybe consciously in blank…
Now it’s written, has a meaning, a scrawl
Defining the events, (you) can read them again
‘Cause you’ve not ashamed to show your eyes of pain…

‘Cause it comes a time when
Now or never, with hindsight, in spite of all
Things go back to their places
Birds go back to their nests
Answers back to their questions
And me… to what I am

Every picture of my story has some colors, a jam stain
Every page first skipped left maybe consciously in blank…
Now it’s drawn, has some figures, a dog-ear
Defining the events, (you) can see them again
‘Cause you’re not afraid to meet your eyes of rain…

‘Cause it comes a time when
Now or never, with hindsight, in spite of all
Things go back to their places
Shells echo their seas
Answers join up to their questions
And me… and me… to what I am

Every chapter of my story has got a sense, a torn page
Every picture first avoided left maybe consciously in blank
Now it’s complete, has some episodes, a jam stain…
Defining the events, (you) can live them again
‘Cause you’re not afraid anymore to live by your own way

Things go back to their places
You go back to your fishing rods
Answers back to their questions
And me… who cares of me…… to what I am

An Incurable Romantic

Angels get their wings, early in the morning,
Brush their teeth, comb their curls, a bit of gloss on lips,
They twirl, twirl… Birds sing, sing… I think, think of you
Fishers set sail, mantled in a veil,
The fog of dawn, softness foam, siren song and
Good will signs, signs… The rhythm of time, time…
That I put in rhyme, rhyme… When I kiss you

Give me red roses, keep all your promises, invite me to dance,
we take the chance, to walk hand in hand,
to watch a magnificent sunset, an incurable romantic…
an incurable romantic… an incurable romantic…It’s me (refrain)

Playing blind man’s buff, I have smelt some puffs,
From a cigar, lies are far, life can be so hard, without a smile, smiles…
That make me feel alive, alive… and force me to recognize… that I love you

Give me red roses, keep all your promises, invite me to dance,
we take the chance to listen to Ravel,
to have supper by candlelight, an incurable romantic…
(refrain)
… embrace me when I sleep and dry all the tears
I cry for a sad film, Buy me candy floss,
Tell me our love would last for ever…
(refrain)

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I don’t Eat Strawberries

I don’t Eat Strawberries

I don’t eat strawberries
I sketch in my mind some unknown shadows
They play my dreams, my melodies, my world
me…
I barter my opinions with ‘but’ and ‘if’
I lose myself in labyrinthes of ‘whys’
you… I’m loosing you…

And still I… I ought to recognize…
that still I… I am so fragile…

I gather lots of steps and restlessness…
I suffer from sea-sickness, dizziness
What’s wrong with this?!

I cut out an horizon inside myself
I can’t find any limits, any sense…

And still I… I am so full of doubts…
And still I… still run after the clouds…

And I tear petals from my heart…
And I wonder if this is love… true love?!
And I drink hot tears of the sun
Looking for some warmth just a path to love…

And still, still I… I live a futile life…
And still I… I’m where the eagles fly…

I set free my heart from grudge and rage
Set it free from you…
I set free my heart from your fears and weakness
Free from you…

And still, still I …
And still I… I don’t eat strawberries…

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A Map of You

I’m here again with my bag
Along this way without name
After the umpteenth quarrel
About nothing that really care

Paint your breath on my breast
Draw your thoughts on the nape of my neck
Write along the edge of my groin
Mark a course, make me understand
How I could reach you…

CHORUS
A Map of you
It could be so useful for me
So I’d not chose the wrong way
A Map of you
Could help me not to waste the time
That I could spend all with you

I’m carrying only my boots
Of my umbrella… the frame…
Under this rain that can wash away
Everything but not, not the pain

Tatoo your feelings on my back
Knot my hair so that I cannot forget
The route that you’ll have
mapped out on my skin
That’ll lead my soul to you…

CHORUS
A Map of you…

Please don’t take a long time
Don’t doubt, try to decide
Let a chance to our lives
Our lives absent-mindedly wise
Wisely to live…

CHORUS
A Map of you…

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Gibigianna

 

You brought me to that shop and I heard Chopin
You bought me a sugar rose I was enraptured
Enchanted by the colours of the shelves full of so many sugar-drops
Addicted to the flavour of a chocolate locomotive
and I saw a … Gibigianna,

Gibigianna is the flash from a mirror that blinks here and there
Dancing Samba on my arms then it jumps in your eyes
makes them bright like the stars above us
Gibigianna, Gibigianna is the spite of a light that can hide here and there
Playing Rumba on your cheeks then it jumps in my mouth
so it fills my heart with joy and love

You tought me just four Russian words, you made me laugh
I caught my foot and quickly you held me up
Abandoned in your arms I felt we’d been the dancers of a carillon
Lighted with the reflections of million mirror tesserae….
These Magical Joints

Gbg, Gbg is the flash from a mirror that blinks here and there
Dancing Samba on my arms then it jumps in your eyes
makes them bright like the stars above us
Gbg, Gbg is the spite of a light that can hide here and there
Playing Rumba on your cheeks then it jumps in my mouth
so then fills my heart with joy and love

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Non Mangio Fragole

Non Mangio Fragole

Dipingo con la mente sagome, interpretano sogni e musiche
me…
Baratto le opinioni i ma e i se, mi perdo in labirinti di perché
te… mi perdo te…

Eppure io, mi scopro fragile
Eppure io, mi sento inutile

Raccolgo passi ed inquietudine, distratta soffro di altitudine
che male c’è…
Ritaglio un orizzonte dentro me, non trovo più alcun senso e
un limite

Eppure io, sono una debole
Eppure io, rincorro nuvole…

E strappo petali dal cuore e mi domando questo è amore…
amore
E bevo lacrime di sole cercando solo del calore e amore…

Eppure io, vivo una vita futile
Eppure io, volteggio con le aquile…

Libero il cuore senza rancore senza te
Libero il cuore senza dolore senza te

Eppure io………..
Eppure io, non mangio fragole…

Con I Miei Piedi Sporchi

Con I Miei Piedi Sporchi

CON I MIEI PIEDI SPORCHI
Me ne vado di qua con i miei piedi sporchi
E dall’erba son già le mie impronte nascoste
Questo è il grande piacere che io provo nel sentire
La freschezza e il potere delle cose più vere
Delle cose sincere e di questo… godere

Me le porto con me nelle mie tasche vuote
Quattro foglie di te ed il vento dell’ovest
Che mi spinge lontano oltre il sacro e il profano
Dove ancora ha un valore una stretta di mano
E il rispetto è più caro senza il vile… denaro

E allora vieni con me
Girando dentro un mondo che non c’è
Ce lo inventiamo io e te
Avrà tutti i colori dei fiori
e quei sapori dei frutti e delle cose… uniche

Che ci faccio io qua, col cappello a tre quarti
Me ne frego se là c’è qualcuno che ride
Delle mie stravaganze delle rughe e le grinze
Che ora segnan le guance ma racchiudon l’essenze
Dei miei anni vissuti senza finte… sostanze

E allora vieni con me
Girando dentro un mondo che non c’è
Ce lo inventiamo io e te
Avrà tutti i colori dei fiori
e quei sapori dei frutti e delle cose… uniche (2)

me ne vado di qua con i miei piedi sporchi…

Con I Miei Piedi Sporchi

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