
A long and complex song, which varies from classic rock to ballad. An elegant dress whose texture tells about feelings of absolute shades like apathy, violence and love, but most of all the historic and modern unsuitability of men towards other men; tells about the desperation of poor men, losers, excluded, which from the slums projects itself up to the summit of our cement towers, even lapping moonlight. Lives endlessly repeating in every suburb of the world.
Sheltering in ourselves, as on a desert island, to remember sea’s true color. But protract solitude inhevitably brings back to reality.
A suite in three parts dedicated to Mediterranean sea: after a rather descriptive first part the song evolves with a Balkan theme worked out by all instruments, and then with the “Hundred Horses Blues”, which just inherits from blues the 12 bars structure, and which is built on a theme entrusted to a typical Sicilian wind instrument.
The vice of human mediocrity is rudely stigmatized and described in a final tango, danced with the devil.
“Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight--how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly”.
Richard Bach - “Jonathan Livingston Seagull – a Story”
The song is developed on a simple beating resulting from the interaction of overlapped voices, which melt in a common and repetitive pursuing. The lyric also suggest the same image in a metaphoric shape: an inner journey which does not have not origin nor destination.
The Synaesthesia, a figure which was particularly loved by decadent poets, is the unlikely matching of a sensation with a different sensory perception. In this case it is used to solicit a reflection on present-day subjects, driven on by a powerful riff.
The ballad which ends the alum, in which the plot of guitar and piano builds unusual harmonies: it finishes with a lyric and dreamy sax solo. We were created similar to God, but we are not able to talk each other, and we can’t even tell anything to Him anymore.
Two instruments face each other until they come to the conflict, and after a proper ‘contemplative’ parting, they reconcile merging together in a single entity, passing through a total modulation. The composition offers a sequence of juxtaposed images, as in a postcard which we wanted to send to our friends in the Rising Sun country.
It’s a jazz ballad, whose style is suited from the swing period. It’s driven by the tenor sax, and it’s intended to be an homage to one of the greatest Jazz composer of all times: Duke Ellington.