I transformed this poem written by Eugene Field and wonderfully featured by Toni Morrison in her novel "Beloved" into a dark lullaby to sing all baby ghosts to sleep.

Lady Button-Eyes

Come Death, And Welcome

Dear Amadeo (Dear Julian)

He Can Be My Macho

After writing this poem, I decided that, if I ever released an album, I wanted to use its opening verse as the "captatio benevolentiae", so here it goes: "The beasts have forgotten their names, but they won't forget ours."

The Beasts Have Forgotten Their Names

It was the peculiar Bm-F#-Bm-F#-B-Em chord progression that pushed me to write this song. I played it over and over, wondering what lyrics would fit its haunted melancholy. I imagined a mermaid or merman tumbling and spiralling under water, looking for lost treasures.

The Diamond Ring

These two songs were written and recorded in a 2-hour studio session in Wiels, as part of the exhibit Saâdane Afif: Paroles. The lyrics for the songs were taken from the available songbook. Drums, base, flute, mixing: Valentin Noiret. Uke, vocals: Romolo.

The Fountain

The Robbers

2024

Album di Ipad Berlitz

The Dream Goes Through The Cloud

In William Gibson's novel "All tomorrow's parties", there's an enigmatic scene at the end of chapter 24. One of the protagonists, Rydell, finds himself enthralled by Shoats and Creedmore, who start making music in a bar. Gibson writers: "The bar, not crowded at this time of day but far from empty, had gone absolutely silent under the scraping, looping expression of Shoats' guitar, and then Creedmore began to sing, something high and quavering and dirge-like. And Creedmore sang about a train pulling out of a station, about the two lights on the back of it: how the blue light was his baby. How the red light was his mind."

Blue Light, Red Light

So I rolled my dice on the floor. 
It was a six six six. 
My lucky day I thought. 

But deep inside I knew it was the beast in me.
And my sins sins sins
Waiting to be freed.

Can't you hear them horns blowing?
I can hear them horns blowing.

They're coming for me.

6-6-6

We landed on a star-shaped rock
Inhabited by flies the size of human heads
We built our very first camp
Near a cave leading deep inside

Yes I think this is the perfect place
the perfect place for human kind
This is the perfect place
The perfect place for human kind

Now i'm sitting here at the deck
Looking up at the stars where we came from
It might take a few years
Before this messages makes it through the ages

But I think this is the perfect place
The perfect place to start again
This is the perfect place,
The perfect place for human kind,
to start again,
to start again

Star-Shaped Rock

If you walk home in the night, in the dark, on your own; would you feel safe protected by a drone?

Drones

Harmonised and melodised version of the poem 'Silenzio' by Ungaretti.

Silenzio (Ungaretti)

Romolo is a time-travelling satyr and troubadour. Genre: somewhere between Aladdin and Jack White. My music 2024 onwards is available on BandCamp (sorry Soundcloud!)

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