
Date of issue: 26.08.2014
Record label: Wendy McNeill
In Bocca Al Lupo |
The damp air carried the smell of musty cotton |
And burning sugar |
The red moon over the brackish dark water |
Whispered danger |
Oh, in bocca al lupo |
Oh, crepi il lupo |
La Merica won't you please, please won't you be |
A place that loves music and the man that made me |
These docks are a war zone, such ferocity |
I wonder if we should have left dear Sicily |
I am steel reeds, gaskets and kidskin gusset |
I'm gleaming green |
Set in Circassian walnut |
He crafted me with love |
And I am his best shot |
At getting out of the shipyards |
And starting his music shop |
Oh, in bocca al lupo |
Oh, crepi il lupo |
His eyes grew nervous, his touch grew rough |
I think it troubled him that no one liked our melodies much |
The French swore for waltzes, the Irish jigs and reels |
A choppy sort of fusion was demanded by the Creoles |
He was such a brave man with eyes of amber |
Thick black hair and a barrel chested swagger |
But sfortunato was his hand |
Even the best accordion can't save an unlucky man |
La Merica won't you please, please won't you be |
A place that loves music and the man that made me |
These docks are a war zone, such ferocity |
I wish that we had never left dear Sicily |
Have you ever had to say goodbye from a distance |
Knowing it was forever in one sharp instant |
I slid out of his arms and crashed to the floor |
As the cops burst through the party |
And tore the men through the back door |
Three hundred Italians were rounded up that day |
As an officer was shot and an accusation was made |
Some were tried, then acquitted |
But a mob still insisted it was them that did it |
They broke into the prison shouting "someone will pay!" |
My sweet maker was among the innocent lynched that day |
Oh, in bocca al lupo |
Oh, crepi il lupo |
La Merica won't you please, please won't you be |
A place that loves music and the man that made me |
These docks are a war zone, such ferocity |
I wish that we had never left dear Sicily |
La Merica won't you please, please won't you be |
A place that loves music and the man that made me |
These docks are a war zone, such ferocity |
Crepi il lupo |
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