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Eclectic acoustic music brushed with hues from Mediterranean folk | Where north, south, east, west, and humanity collide
By Allison Scola and Joe Ravo
Allison Scola, vocals, shaker
Joe Ravo, guitar
Greg Maker, electric bass
Dave Mancuso, percussion
Janie Barnett, back up vocals
Cobblestone piazzas and Spanish steps
Dome-painted skyline, pastel sunsets
She brought from New York a broken heart
A vacation in Roma could mark a fresh start
Music everywhere
She pulled the pins from her hair
She glided down the sunny streets
And sang out loud to the beat
Baciami caro, parlami caro
Dimmi le parole che voglio
Baciami caro, come un’uomo
Bacia, baciami!
Kiss me Baby, Talk to me Baby
Tell me the words that I want (to hear)
Kiss me Baby, like a man
Kiss, Kiss me!]
Just like when one dreams in foreign words
Italian flew from her lips like colorful birds
Dark eyes and thick hair in tailored pants
A smile and a vino, an invitation to dance
The band began to play
Her toes tapped, her body swayed
He led her out to the floor
Her heart and her voice soared
Baciami caro, parlami caro
Dimmi le parole che voglio
Baciami caro, come un’uomo
Bacia, baciami!
The moon rose
He held her close
And whispered sweet words in her ears
She sang out loud without a care
Abandoning her tears
Baciami caro, parlami caro
Dimmi le parole che voglio
Baciami caro, come un’uomo
Bacia, baciami!
The moon rose
He held her close
And whispered sweet words in her ears
She sang out loud without a care
Abandoning her tears
Baciami caro, parlami caro
Dimmi le parole che voglio
Baciami caro, come un’uomo
Bacia, baciami!