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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
Joe Ravo, guitar
David Romano, electric bass
Dave Mancuso, percussion
Dmitry Sokolovsky, button accordion
Tonight I was to go dancing
Tonight I was to see my love
But all I see around me are flames and smoke
Un focu! Fire!
Tonight I was to go dancing
Tonight I was to see my love
Two years ago I left my village Bisacquino
My mother and my sisters behind
My brother sent me passage to l’America
Un focu! Fire!
Tonight I was to go dancing
Tonight I was to see my love
At times I miss the smell of nutmeg
I long to drink fresh waters from a spring
Now all I smell is burning flesh, my throat is dry
Un focu! Fire!
The air is thick
My eyes are burning
Pushing and pulling and kicking and screaming
“The doors are locked! The doors are locked!”
13th Street was beginning to feel like home
I practiced speaking English all the days
I bought a new hat with my wages from the Triangle
Oh, un focu! Fire!
Tonight I was to go dancing
Tonight I was to see my love
But all I see around me are flames and smoke
Un focu! Fire!
Tonight I was to go dancing
Tonight I was to see my love
Tonight I was to go dancing
Tonight I was to see my …