Presto! in America

by Jacopo & The Late Saints

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released September 18, 2015

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Jacopo & The Late Saints Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Led by vocalist, guitarist and kazoo virtuoso Jacopo de Nicola, The Late Saints bring on stage an explosive sonic cocktail, Gypsy- Rock style. Treading a path between the Italian Cantautori and Gogol Bordello, this Philly based trio will charm you with infectious originals and “Italianized” pop covers. Jacopo’s inspired kazoo lines define the distinctive band sound. ... more

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Track Name: La Mia Citta'
Sad Lonely and bored

I take a walk about this town

Its walls are old

and nobody is really around

Under a pale tin sun

shallow shades of brand new souls

dream of worlds they just made up

worlds of chemical galore

And there in the end

it's all right there

we are stuck with our home town

Its boulevards that go nowhere

plenty of time to stick around...

And there in the end

it's all right there

we are stuck with our home town

Its boulevards that go nowhere

plenty of time to stick around...
Track Name: Stolidi Pensieri
I soliti pensieri non mi toccano ormai più

Perché io lì ci ho fatto il callo

Vividi rancori non mi mordono quaggiù

Perché quando li sento ballo

Sordidi umori io non li voglio più

Perché non so più stare in stallo

Tell me when you are gonna be

back into the game

Tell me when you do that

and then I'll do the same...

I soliti sensori non mi captano ormai più

Perché mi sono fatto in quattro

Uno canta, l’altro balla, l’altro vive e poi

Il quarto è sempre un po’ distratto

Oh sordidi sensori io non li voglio piu'!

Tell me when you are gonna be

back into the game

Tell me when you do that

and then I'll do the same

Tell me when you are gonna be

back into the game...
Track Name: Bitter
Lace me with your dopamines

While crawling up my vessels

Find a way inside my core

That never has enough

Because I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter

Oh you know, I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter

I saw you on the list

And wondered who you were

You had no place in there

But then you hooked me up and now

I’m sweeter, and bitter and sweeter and bitter and sweeter

Oh you know, bitter, and sweeter, and bitter and sweeter and bitter

Precipitating free fall in your arms

Through your layers of deception I'm sure you meant no harm

The more I make you mine the more I lose myself

A dead end from the start that is still making perfect sense

Because I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter

Because I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter

du du da da...

I guess every relationship

Is sort of a trade off

You help me feeling whole

I’m handing you my soul

Because I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter

you know I’m bitter, I’m bitter, I’m bitter

Don’t know how we got here you sweet little infection

They came and sliced me off...

I thought you were a deal, a strange form of perfection

I’ve never been so off...

and all that now is left is just so bitter

So bitter, so bitter, so bitter

Oh so bitter, so bitter, so bitter, So bitter, so bitter, so bitter so-oh
Track Name: Douche Bag
I came to live in the US

I got to put up with you…ass!

I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!

You are so busy being busy, but busy doing what?!

I have being busy, it ain’t easy, believe me I have done a lot

Maybe you are busy being lazy and to you that’s kind of hot

But to me that isn’t cozy, it’s only driving me so nuts

I came to live in the US

I got to put up with you…ass!

I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!

You don’t return all the emails that I take the time to write

You let a month go by before doing anything…that’s right!

Responsibility is a word that you don’t even get to spell

Maybe you can, you just don’t want, with you it’s always hard to tell!

I came to live in the US

I got to put up with you…ass!

I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!

You call me “intense dude”, I’m sorry, sorry I have a soul

You think I’m serious and “serious”, oh definitely isn’t “cool”

I have emotions and if I dare to let them come outside

You raise your eyebrow and shut down, then vanish in the air

I came to live in the US

I got to put up with you…ass!

I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!

“you are so wonderful, amazing, unbelievable, exciting

And outstanding and what the hell!, and bla bla bla bla bla bla…

I came to live in the US

I got to put up with you…ass!

I got to finally know you as a Douche Bag!
Track Name: Psychodrama
I shot you in the chest

and left you in a wasteland

your shadow's coming back

not welcome in my dreams

I drag your open wood box

your frozen face, forever happy

and put your body down

now I know what I would do to you...

I'd use rosebuds for your hips

so young they never bloomed

I'd wrap around your tepid womb

your breasts I'd dye the color

of pastures in Greenland

and time would never end

my lips on yours forever sealed

it's time to let it go

a silk magenta scarf

I liked to rest in there

I'm ready to let go

Psychodrama, hope it works,

I hope it takes your image

and feeds it to the birds

while singing deep down from their chests

migrating far away

in tropical pursuit

this melody for you

"we brought you here with us

a boardwalk to the horizon

this warm and fruity sand

will soothe your bones away

dissolving your persistent echo

in sweet pineapple dreams

your voice will be our chirp

your eyes will be the ocean

and finally it will be time to rest, rest, rest...
Track Name: Multitudes
Multitudes work hard every day

to become what they are not

Multitudes struggle every day

just holding on to what they've got

Multitudes meander thousand miles

chasing after a big dream

Multitudes end up drowning their own souls

deep down in the mainstream

Multitudes love killing one another

in the name of stupid gods

Thousand years have gone by

and we're still falling for this pointless fraud

Is there anything we can

do to stop this cyclic mess

is there anything we can

I'm kind of losing hope here

I might confess...

Multitudes are marching to the drums

of algorithmic math

multitudes live under constant threat

of soulless drones and psychopaths

multitudes cringe at the mere sight

of a cute abused pet

while they don't bat an eye and carry on

in front of fellow humans falling through the net

Multitudes, the time is now!

Let's all stand up and take a stand!!

And help the world reclaim its spirit and its right

to mutual freedom, liberation and romance

Is there anything we can

do to stop this cyclic mess

is there anything we can

I'm kind of losing hope here

I might confess...
Track Name: Distanti
Disciolto in un bicchiere,

distratto penso a te

latte, zucchero o miele sei?

Quale sei mai per me?

Più osservo e più ti vedo,

che cosa vuoi da me?

Più sento e più ci credo ormai

Che son parte di te…

Siamo lontani mondi sai

Eppure tu sei qua

Mi riempi tutto il cuore e guai

Se volo fino là!

Parlami ancora un’ora o più

Che m’addormenti in te

Parlami a bassa voce dai

E fammi sciogliere…

È strano tutto il giorno sai

Finché non sento te,

bastan solo due cose e poi

rivedo il sole…

finirà mai quest’odissea

che ho dentro l’anima,

non so domani che sarà

ma con te in pace sta…allora,

regalati a sorpresa dai,

spedisciti da me,

raccomandata priorità

o posta celere!

Siamo lontani mondi sai

Eppure ora sei qua

riempimi tutto il cuore e guai

a chi ci fermerà!

regalati a sorpresa dai,

unisciti con me,

a bassa voce dimmi: “dai,

non ti fermare…”
Track Name: South Philly Blue
it's a south busy Philadelphia morning

in our little fish pond

trucks are out, people smoke, coffee's brewing

All the boots on the ground

look at all the old Italians sitting

chatting their lives away

have you heard this and seen that

"how you doing, God Bless!"

Hey that's Tony, monkey's got him

he was such a good kid

he went to jail, he stabbed his mommy

now he's on parole and smokes weed

This town's a mess, can you believe it?

not what it used to be

it was all us and it was safe

and there was none of that hipster shit

there were good rules, and respect

home-made tomato sauce

did you call it gravy, don't remember Nonna

sometimes I feel so lost...

it's a south busy Philadelphia evening

in our little fish pond

trucks are back, people smoke, pasta's cooking

all the boots off the ground

look, at all the old Italians sitting

chatting their lives away

have you heard this and seen that

"how you doing, God Bless!"

Hey, isn't that Gina...poverina

her husband's such a dick

she's got four kids and a rent to pay

he left her to screw that tattooed chick

This town's a mess, can you believe it?

sure not what used to be...


duorme mio splendido Amore accussi'

radioso te risveglierai

int'a' luce d'un sole

ca splende e c'arde pecche'

ora sa' ca tu non ce stai piu'....
Track Name: Fratello Sorella
Libera la mente fratello

Abbandona questo modello

Infame di regole e condizioni

Che ruban solo forza dai tuoi coglioni

Libera il tuo cuore fratello

Abbandona pure il fardello

Immane di mani che pavide

Storcono il flusso costante di pure sensazioni

Libero del tutto fratello

Senti se vuoi questo o vuoi quello

E mettiti a fare un po’ cio’ che ti va

Ed esci dal ghetto fratello

E con coraggio prova a vivere la sfida

Che ti porta all’unita’

Che ha..aa..aa..aaa

Tutto cio’ che intorno a te sara’

Libera la mente sorella

Guarda adesso quanto sei bella

Gia’..aa..aa.a

Che il sole interiore diretto negli occhi ti va

Libera nel cuore sorella

e’ li’ che sta la tua anima gemella

che riempe ogni gesto che fai di forza che da’ da’ da’ da’ da’

Ed esci dal ghetto sorella

E con coraggio prova a vivere la sfida

Che ti da’ la verita’

Che sa..aa..aa..aaa

Tutto cio’ che intorno a te sara’

Gia’..aa..aa.a

E verra’ il giorno in cui tutti

Liberi e sciolti si andra’

Sincronici versi perfetti

Nel poema dell’eternita’...