I guess you could call it folk even though it has a clear Italian ancestry. I was in studio with my loop machine and I borrowed a guitar. When I wrote this song I had in mind the rhythm (the loop) and the lyrics that you can read below. I stay in love with the electro – folk music. That’s what I am trying to do! Tring
SILVIO TALAMO is an Italian musician, producer, songwriter and performer of electronic and acoustic music, pop, and beats. Interested in a cappella, South Folk and the loop station, he presents brilliant and original Electro Folk.
SONGS – These make up the other main part of the concert, always built on a base that is performed and recorded live, therefore an organic sample played using an electronic instrument. They are a place where art and technology fuse while preserving the artist’s/art’s humanity. They offer glimpses of the old road travelled by the songwriter who plays his guitar and sings, but transformed by new aesthetics and the potential of contemporary instruments. Past and future play together!
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website: https://www.silviotalamo.it
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The song: https://www.silviotalamo.it/album/virus-vitale/
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Translation:
THE TRAM by Silvio Talamo
I’m a little sleepy and I’m waiting
the tram that has to take me home,
the road is long and rises without virtue!
Wearing the jacket here is a delirium,
they’re all ready to wait in line,
be careful to climb
on the bus first.
You tell me you can’t find an alternative,
not even coffee time.
To crush me in your arriving tram,
I don’t care, and I’ll just change.
The will, I say, is little:
to punch each other for one more place,
to get on that wildebeest tram.
If certain in life
the passing tram must be grasped on the fly,
There are many roads and I’m looking for another one.
You tell me you can’t find an alternative,
not even coffee time.
To crush me in your arriving tram,
I don’t care and I change away
The sun beats hard and I look around
a little puzzled,
if I’m waiting for an illusion
I’ll never get there.
I leave behind the doubt
the crowd screaming and growling at the arriving tram
if I pass here tomorrow it will be like yesterday…
You tell me you don’t find an alternative,
not even coffee time.
To crush me in your arriving tram,
I don’t care and I change away
It’s a tram without virtue, stick to the streetcar, you get on it!
