Down In Italy - Vol. I

by Heavy Wood

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released April 2, 2017

Mixed and produced by Heavy Wood
Recording and additional mixing by Dario Amorosi
Mastered by Andy Tommasi at Bedford Studios N.Y.
All songs written by Nate Kantner and Rob Cavallo
*”Il Mucchio Selvaggio” written by Ennio Morricone, arranged by Heavy Wood
Album photography by Lillith Cavalli

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Special thanks to John Ludas, Sonja Freisinger, Valentina Bracchitta, La Trappola Acustica, Cura Domestica, the Ce Cazzo Vuè wine choir (you know who you are).
Extra thanks to Aaron Howard for your priceless advice on the mixes.

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Heavy Wood Italy

After teasing audiences in both Italy and the U.S. for nearly a year, the Italian-based band has finally released volume I of it's debut record, Down In Italy.
The album is a full-on whomping portrayal of the hard-folk sound that already has people talking on both sides of the Atlantic.
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Track Name: Carne
Fucenno comu nu dannato ieri agghiu' pinsato ma ce cazzo tegno cu me?
Pizzico la radio, tutto è chiu' sctunato comu face cu no piense a te?
Lassu la machena squagghiata la trovo chiu' scasciata, bella la uerra fra puviriedde
Lu fatto ca scti Maya ono sbagliato data me face ancora yasctema' le muerte
Ma lu ritmo 'nchiana comu na saetta vae luntano lunta'...

scti tiempi cinquantasei miliardi di crisctiane tenono tutti raggione
Scto canto in dialetto ma sctativne sckuscitate ca 'mmienzo a vue sctè almeno nnu cugghione
Speramo ca si more dopo la vita ci no qua è triscta la situazione
Fortuna scte' ancora na parola ca faci sbanta' tutti li pizzarrune.
E quescta nchiana nchiana si sparpagghia 'ntra lu munnu luntano luntà.

Far away, far away, far away, far away..

You gotta say CARNE, i said CARNE
I don't even know what is going in my head.
the holy CARNE.
I'm on fire. don't get mad!
CARNE

Ormae ogni santa cosa ve dicenno tà badà ci è politically correct
Ancora si scandalizzno li piccinni ca sapno comu si rashka a cinc'anne, no ssè?
Giurnu e notte sò comu la morte, li viti sulu quanna tocca a te.
Ma l'orologgi so' rrutti, no sctè na lira, e la terra lu sctesso si vvota si ggira.
ma sctà parola nchiana si sparpagghia ntra lu munnu luntano luntà.

Far away, far away, far away, far away..

You gotta say CARNE, i said CARNE
I don't even know what is going in my head.
the holy CARNE.
I'm on fire. don't get mad!
CARNE

Fucenno comu nu dannato ieri agghiu' pinsato ma ce cazzo tegno cu me?
Pizzico la radio, è tutto chiu' sctunato comu face cu no piense a te?
Lassu la machena squagghiata la trovo chiu' scasciata, bella la uerra fra puviriedde..
Lu fatto ca scti Maya ono sbagliato data me face ancora yasctema' le muerte.

Far away, far away, far away, far away..

You gotta say CARNE, i said CARNE
I don't even know what is going in my head.
the holy CARNE.
I'm on fire. don't get mad!
Track Name: Down In Italy
Da Vinci made us fly.
Romans let Rome die.
Columbus traveled way too much.
Marconi stole no wires.

Once the times were tough enough,
You could have even shared a thought
But now this land teems with smoke,
and that's not a good sign down in Italy

Now awfulness is good.
Gimmick belief is too.
Red wine turned out to be bright white.
La dolce vita, out of time.

Once the times were seriously fun.
You could even wear just what you got.
But now this land sleeps alone,
and that's not a good sign down in Italy

Once the times were sunny and ripe.
You could even play with a dime.
It’s all the same from north to south,
and that's not a good sign down in Italy
Track Name: Sanguisuga
Sarò io il primo a dire che sono un pezzo di merda.
E sarò l'ultimo a dire che sono puro come una perla.
Ma tu che cosa sei? Parliamo di te.
Sei appena poco meglio di me.

Sarò io il primo a dire che faccio troppo casino.
Io sarò il primo a dire che sporco come un bambino.
Ma tu che cosa sei? Parliamo di te.
Sei appena poco meglio di me.

Sei tu l'opportunista, eppure lo sai.
Vuoi fare l'artista senza creare mai.
Sanguisuga.

Io sarò il primo a dire che sono una testa di cazzo.
E sarò il primo a dire che posso essere stronzo.
Ma tu che cosa sei? Parliamo di te.
Sei appena poco meglio di me.

Fai lezioni su l'amicizia, ma quanti amici hai?
Pensi solo a salvarti la faccia, senza mostrarla mai.
Sanguisuga.

Sarò io il primo a dire che sono un pezzo di merda.
E sarò l'ultimo a dire che sono puro come una perla.
Ma tu che cosa sei? Parliamo di te.
Sei appena poco meglio di me.

Sei tu l'opportunista, eppure lo sai.
Vuoi fare l'artista senza creare mai.
Sanguisuga.
Track Name: Pharaohs
Pharaohs, the hell was going on?
People say they came straight from the sky.
Early stones, people working on.
Somehow they got to scrape the clouds.
Fireballs, devastating winds,
we can still see what it once was like.
Arrows on the other side of the globe,
Dancing to the rain and fight the fire


Damn, archeology, keeps on going 'round and round the house.
And, wikipedia leaks, PHD, frantic blinking, liar's eyes.

Pharaohs, no doubt they had a clue,
Pyramids and sphinx matching the stars.
Believe it or not, they were smoking pot,
but they never built a bridge too far.
Endless ropes, stone elevators,
and we ended up, with a wooden god.
Arrows, on the other side of the globe,
Dancing to the rain and fight the fire.

Damn hieroglyphic gift, maybe we'd have something
that we'd pay to know.
And, if we're backing the wrong horse,
No way we're gonna fix the final sunrise.

Pharaohs, sarcophagus, Orion,
Endless ropes, stone elevators,
and we ended up, with a wooden god.

Dammit, slave technology,
We're all dreaming of a fool's paradise
And, fake democracy,
knowledge lingers far from our empty smiles.
Track Name: Stone Cold Free Time
I'd rather hang out without my own mind.
and I wonder if I'm the only one.
No doubt the whole world would shine, including me.

We got everything inside our eyes,
Even the blind can feel we're all disguised.
Screw the mind and we'll be alright, for a while.

I'm so damn close, I'll reach out.
I don't care if I die, I just tore the road apart.
Stone cold free time to get rid of my mind.

Maybe we are waiting way too long,
Sleeping tight, dreaming luck to rise.
Be yourself where there is no self,
Speed up your ride.

It is evidence the word to hide!
As if we are dating our own brain…
All those pills are gonna be in vain,
A waste of time

I'm so damn close, I won't give up.
Just a half step to cross the bounds,
I won't lose it another time.
Stone cold free time to get rid of the heart,
of my mind.

I'd rather hang out without my own mind.
Even the blind can feel we're all disguised.
Screw the mind and we'll be alright,
at least for a while.

I'm so damn close, I'll reach out.
I don't care if I die, I just tore the road apart.
Stone cold free time to get rid of my mind.

Stone cold free time to get rid of my mind.
Track Name: Ce Cazzo Vuè?
Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue, ancora di me?
Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzo vue? Ce cazzu vue? CE CAZZO VUE?

Voco bascio a mare,nu gruppu di vagnune,
Pare comu n'ospedale, nu paro di cannune, ce cazzu vue?
Scti tipi cu l'acchiale, cu l'aria complicata,
Sctà mmerda raffinata, s l'ono cunsumata, ce cazzu vue?
Indiebandemente, la metto contro la noia
lu volume a ppalla ma, non ci pompa propria, ce cazzu vue?
Ma nui ce vulimo, la banna o li fueche?
Beh li fueche ca la bbanna, non ci la capimooooo.

Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vuè, ancora di me?
Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzo vue?Ce cazzu vue?CE CAZZO VUE?

Tescti sobbra tescti, indiellettuali,
La comunicazione, là roba bbona, Do cazzu sctè?
Parentesi quadrate, parentesi tunne,
Quiddi scturtigghiate, ma nò vi scè sparate, ce cazzu vue?
La gente vo' cu balla, la gente vo' cu canta
di sctu tòcco di chitarra, ni vole n'otro e tanta.
Nonema diceva, li fueche ca la banna,
Non ci la capimo, nui manco cu na canna.
Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vuè, ancora di me?
Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzo vue?Ce cazzu vue?CE CAZZO VUE?


Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vuè, ancora di me?
Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzu vue? Ce cazzo vue?Ce cazzu vue?CE CAZZO VUE?