Baustelle – Amanda Lear

Baustelle

The german name was chosen only because it sounded good to Francesco Bianconi, talented author (maybe less as a singer) that works for his Baustelle but also for other pop singers in Italy and as a novelist. Baustelle often try to stay in a “pop environment” musically, but the lyrics are somewhat complicated and usually taking care of social issues or broken relationships. First amazing album “Sussidiario illustrato della giovinezza” was published in 2000, unfortunately the best one in my opinion (“La moda del lento”) is not available on Spotify.

Amanda Lear is the first single from 2017 album “L’amore e la violenza”. The whole record doesn’t seem to be top level, but this disenchanted song titled after the singer (and Salvador Dalì muse) sums in an effective way some themes that Bianconi always liked. Relationships gone wrong and how this is the normal flow of life, as people suffer but keep on partying to get a distraction (like he does, “kissing a slut in an alley”).

“Amanda Lear”

Amore antico, amica mia.
Amore, radio, nostalgia.
Io non ti penso quasi mai
ti ho dato in pasto agli avvoltoi
all’olocausto e ai marinai
Amore atomico, Enola Gay.

Orrore amico, errore mio
che non ti ho detto neanche addio
che non ti ho detto come mai
una domenica buttai nel cesso la fotografia
in cui ci stringevamo forte,
colpa mia
se quest’anno ti hanno visto, mi dicono,
vomitare gli occhi e l’anima a un concerto rock
abbracciata ad una testa di cazzo
un regista un coreografo, che ne so.
Un lavoro come un altro, una droga
per illuderci e credere di essere uomini.

(dicevi)
I wanna be Amanda Lear.
Il tempo di un LP,
il lato A, il lato B
non siamo mica immortali, bruciamo ed è meglio così.
Amanda Lear, soltanto per un LP
il lato A, il lato B
che niente dura per sempre nemmeno la musica.

Perduto amore, anima mia.
Amore, Nona Sinfonia
vorrei sapere come stai
se come scrivi è tutto ok
e se davvero ora lo sai
che sono diventato un mostro,
colpa tua
se mi videro nel buio di un vicolo
all’uscita posteriore di un concerto rock
pomiciare una troietta qualunque,
una tizia, una pittrice, ma che ne so.
Il tuo pessimismo da quattro soldi
chiaramente aveva fatto proseliti

(dicevi)
I wanna be Amanda Lear
il tempo di un LP
il lato A, il lato B
che niente dura per sempre, finisce ed è melgio così
Amanda Lear, soltanto per un LP
il lato A, il lato B
che niente dura per sempre figurati io e te

“Amanda Lear” 

Old love, my friend.
Love, radio, nostalgia.
I don’t think about you, almost never,
i gave you to the vultures
to the Holocaust, to the sailors.
Atomic love, Enola Gay. [name of the plane that dropped the nuclear bomb on Hiroshima]

Friendly horror, my error
as i even haven’t said goodbye
as i haven’t told you why
a Sunday i threw in the toilet the picture
in which we hugged close,
my fault
if they tell me they saw you this year
puking eyes and soul at a rock concert,
hugging an asshole,
a director, a choreographer, i don’t know.
A job like any other, a drug
to deceive ourselves and believe we are men

(You used to say)
I wanna be Amanda Lear.
The time of an LP [a vinyl Long Playing]
side A, side B
we are not immortal, we burn and it’s better this way.
Amanda Lear, only for an LP,
side A, side B
as nothing lasts forever, not even the music.

Lost love, my soul.
Love, Ninth Symphony, [Beethoven’s]
i’d like to know how you are,
if it’s all fine as you write
and if now you really know
that i became a monster,
your fault
if they saw me in the dark of an alley
at the back exit of a rock concert
kissing a slut like any other,
someone, a painter, i don’t know.
Your cheap pessimism
clearly made proselytes.

(You used to say)
I wanna be Amanda Lear.
The time of an LP,
side A, side B
as nothing lasts forever, it ends and it’s better this way.
Amanda Lear, only for an LP,
side A, side B
as nothing lasts forever, how could me and you.