The Funambulist by Giulia Millanta

The Funambulist by Giulia Millanta is an incredibly fluid musical statement from beginning to end. It provides brilliant artistic vision from an amazing singer and subsequent musical visionary that’s deserving of far wider recognition than this review.  Perfect pacing, intriguing compositions and a stellar voice have her scoring big here with me!" 

Dana Pearson

(www.indieshark.com)

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1- Ma Voix

2- Lost In Space

3- Il Grande Fratello

4- Carry The Cross

5- Gerbere

6- Could Have Been My Father

7- How Does God Sleep At Night?

8- How Fast Can You run?

9- Come Polvere

10- She Floated Away

11- Llevatelo A La Luna

12- Please Come Visit

13- Ode To A Breakup

14- The Funambulist

THE FUNAMBULIST

A funambulist is a tight rope walker. The name comes from latin, therefore it's pretty much the same in italian (funambolo) and in spanish (funambolista)

 

A funambulist is a person who connects two places that are far away, or separated. 

 

She walks suspended in the air, running the risk of falling…and loosing everything. 

 

The Funambulist" saw the light of day a year and a half after Giulia's third record, during this time Giulia has travelled a lot, toured, visited new places, encountered different people...

 

When you travel, you are somehow suspended, you are in no place and no time. You are in between. 

This can invite a great a sense of unsettlement but if you’re willing to dance and make music on that tightrope, you also get  a chance to think and evaluate all the things we often don’t take enough time to think about. Questions about…life, death, God, people, deceased loved ones, people that are yet to be born, love, broken love, healing love, fraternal love, fear, gratitude, all of those life/death tightrope paths that we all take in this journey of our humanness. 

 

This is what "The Funambulist" is about.

Musicians:

Giulia Millanta: vocals, guitar

David Pulkingham: guitars,  background vocals, additional percussion

Glenn Fukunaga: bass

Michael Longoria: drums and percussion

Eddy Hobizal: piano

Roberto Riggio: violin

Brain Standefer: cello

www.giuliamillanta.com

recorded by Chico Jones at Ohm Studio, Austin, Tx

mixed by Eddy Hobizal

produced by Eddy Hobizal and Giulia Millanta

executive producers: Giulia Millanta, Dona Perinelli, Giovanni "Sia" Fera

mastered by Chris Burns

artwork: Mishka Westell

photos: Romina Olson

LYRICS

MA VOIX

 

Je n'ai que ma voix

petit mains petit pieds

mes traces sont légères

je n'ai que ma voix

 

I walked miles, I walked miles

my feet are tired

went through storms, went through hell

leaving behind a purple trail

 

I talked loud, I talked loud

my voice is tired

my words are feathers

they fly away hoping to roost in the shade

 

Je n'ai que ma voix

petit mains petit pieds

mes traces sont légères

je n'ai que ma voix

 

All these trials, all these trails

my heart is tired

beating on this cage, against this dream

to let my eyes shine and gleam

 

Je n'ai que ma voix

petit mains petit pieds

mes traces sont légères

je n'ai que ma voix

 

I found a place, I found a place

between my guts and my face

between my brain and my soul

where I can step out of my role

 

Je n'ai que ma voix

petit mains petit pieds

mes traces sont légères

je n'ai que ma voix

je n'ai que ma voix

je n'ai que ma voix

 

LOST IN SPACE

Wish I had a god that I could cling to

wish I had faith the sun will raise again

wish I could close my eyes and see a guiding star

but everywhere I turn

I see storms that kill, fires that burn

 

Wish I had a god that I could pray to

wish she had a voice, strong enough to help our choice

for a better place, for a healthy world

for honesty and grace, for freedom and compassion

for respect and redemption

 

I lost my faith I lost my faith

we're lost in space, lost in space….

 

All I believe is we are left alone, facing our disbelief

and it's not enough, not enough

to pray to god in heaven above

if we don't dirty our hands,

 dig in the mud, draw our blood

 

I lost my faith, we lost our faith

we're lost in space, lost in space

if we don't change, we'll be swept away….

 

IL GRANDE FRATELLO

Lui vive nella tua casa con te e la tua sposa

a cena con la tua famiglia

lui soprattutto ti somiglia

 

Lui scandisce la tua giornata, il tuo risveglio, la tua serata

e' padrone di ogni tuo passo

se mangi, dormi o vai al cesso

 

Lui distrugge lui ritira su'

con un dito

Lui si diverte, lui tira su'

con il naso

 

la la la...

 

Lui decide cosa mangerai, con cosa ti avvelenerai

i tuoi sogni, i tuoi bisogni, 

i tuoi desideri, tutto ciò' in cui speri

 

Di certo lui li ascolterà fra i suoi discepoli ti accoglierà

con una lusinga e un abbaglio

lui per sempre sarà lui tuo ammiraglio

 

Lui distrugge lui ritira su'

con un dito

Lui si diverte, lui tira su'

con il naso

 

la la la...

 

I tuoi risparmi i tuoi averi sono inutili come batteri

la tua vita per lui e' come un video gioco

divertente, finta e vale poco

 

Lui distrugge lui ritira su'

con un dito

Lui si diverte, lui tira su'

con il naso

 

la la la...

 

CARRY THE CROSS

Baby you can't carry the weight, carry the cross

of someone else's fault

 

 a few summers have gone by

still your leaves are green and tender

your imagination is grander

than the stars in the clear blue sky

 

a few pages written in your book

a great story yet to be told

the future there for you to unfold

is waiting waiting in the deep cold

 

Baby you can't carry the weight, carry the cross

of someone else's fault

 

you're a goodbye never said

you're a ticket with no return

you're the sweet words never heard

you're tears never shed

 

Baby you can't carry the weight, carry the cross

of someone else's fault

 

one day you'll grow into a rose

become the flower that life bestows

your pain your fears like a river

will feed your garden you'll never wither

 

Baby you can't carry the weight, carry the cross

of someone else's fault

Baby you can't carry the weight, carry the cross

it's not your fault

Baby you can't carry the weight, carry the cross

of someone else's fault

Baby you can't carry the weight, carry the cross

it's not your fault

 

GERBERE

 

Nato da un vulcano, un sogno stretto nella mano

un cuore di velluto, un bimbo troppo solo e cocciuto

 

Il fuoco nelle vene, la voglia di rompere le catene

il vento nella testa, l'anima ribelle e molesta

 

Una e mille gerbere bacio'

uno e mille colori

uno e mille petali mangio'

la vita lo avveleno'

 

Guidato dalla luna, andava in cerca di fortuna

come la marea i sogni lo condussero nella sua odissea

 

Una e mille gerbere bacio'

uno e mille colori

uno e mille petali mangio'

la vita lo avveleno'

 

Un giorno in riva al lago, i vestiti legati con lo spago

si vide riflesso, decise di fuggire da se stesso

 

Una e mille gerbere bacio'

uno e mille colori

uno e mille petali mangio'

la vita lo avveleno'

 

l'orgoglio la sua galera, nella vita sua la bufera.

 

THAT COULD HAVE BEEN MY FATHER

Take away everything

take the house the job the dignity

throw him on the street

sorry old man, that's the way it's gonna be

 

Drowning in air

 

That could have been my father

That could have been my brother

 

Standing at a traffic light, a sign in his hand

I'm just getting on with my life

here's some change old man,

I wish I could change the look in your eyes

 

Drowning in air

 

That could have been my father

That could have been my brother

 

"God bless you sweetheart" he said

so dignified

I smiled, I sighed

 

Drowning in air

 

That could have been my father

That could have been my brother

 

HOW DOES GOD SLEEP AT NIGHT

All alone he's walking through this town 

following the sound of his feet

All alone he's wandering in the park

the sky gets dark

 

He thinks he thinks he is smart

made a piece of art out of a broken heart

again he drank the whole bottle

every last swallow his daily struggle

 

he screams:

How does god sleep at night

how can you sleep so tight?

 

Tonight again one of his bad nights

chasing lights, he, his ghosts and his fights

his demons trying to redeem him 

from his drunken dreams

again he screams

 

How does god sleep at night

how can you sleep so tight?

 

The moon is full, he hears the call, the moon is full, he hears the call…

 

How does god sleep at night

how can you sleep so tight?

HOW FAST CAN YOU RUN?

At the end of your day

you go home safe and sound

wipe you troubles away

on your face still a frown

 

At the end of your road

in the middle of the night

she'll knock on your door

while you're out like a light

 

like an echo, like a shadow

like a voice inside your head

 

You try to let yourself in

but your key won't fit the lock

searching for some relief

and again you hear her knock

 

like an echo, like a shadow

like a voice inside your head

you're drowning in the shallows

run as fast as you can

 

outside she's waiting in a hearse

you wonder what you've done

no time to get your purse

tell me, how fast can you run?

 

like an echo, like a shadow

like a voice inside your head

she's sharp like an arrow

run as fast as you can

 

how fast can you run, how fast can you run, how fast can you run?

COME POLVERE

Mi son persa in un vortice di polvere

che mi e' andato negli occhi

e ho tossito

fino a rimettere mano alle mie convinzioni

allo scoccare dei dodici rintocchi 

ho realizzato che eran presunzioni

 

Mi son persa in un vortice di polvere

ho il volto contratto, il corpo in trasformazione

ormai ogni pensiero, ogni atto

e' solo ulteriore logorio

e non si tratta più di finzione ma di non accettazione del proprio io

 

E come polvere nel vento, mi perdo, mi dispero

di dispero e non riparo, non riparto e mi comporto

come polvere nel vento

 

Mi son persa in un vortice di polvere

pesanti sensuali, untuose ragnatele avvolgono il mio cammino

bramo le tue mani avvolgenti

attanagliata dalle tue chele e posseduta fino a mattino 

dalle tue carezze mortali e struggenti

 

E come polvere nel vento, mi perdo, mi dispero

di dispero e non riparo, non riparto e mi comporto

come polvere nel vento

 

Sto nell'ombra di un tramonto color ambra

che arde e ingloba nel gelo

e volo via.

SHE FLOATED AWAY

With her grandmother's face and her father's brown eyes

Her own force of will to her mother's surprise

A whole look about her that says that she may

She lifted her arms and she floated away

 

She floated away, she floated away

She lifted her arms and she floated away

She don't give a damn what the other girls say

She lifted her arms and she floated away

 

"let me talk to you mother," she tried to confess

"go ahead honey and wear the white dress

Don't let traditions go stand in your way"

She lifted her arms and she floated away

 

Well a man has two reasons for things that he does

The first one is pride and the second one is love

All understandings must come to an end

She lifted her arms and she floated away

 

LLEVATELO A LA LUNA  

Te voy a dar mi corazón aunque esté loco

ya se que es muy poco

te voy a dar mi corazón aunque esté roto

aunque sea tan tonto mi llanto

 

te voy a dar mi corazón, lleva tormenta

y nunca se sienta q

te voy a dar mi corazón, tan borracho

apretado fuerte a tu pecho

 

Llevatelo, llevatelo a la luna

Llevatelo, llevatelo a las estrellas

Llevatelo, llevatelo contigo

Llevatelo, llevatelo a la luna

 

Te voy a dar mi corazón es un maldito

ahora tan perdido

te voy a dar mi corazón, tan agobiado

no lo dejes desalentado

 

Llevatelo, llevatelo a la luna

Llevatelo, llevatelo a las estrellas

Llevatelo, llevatelo contigo

Llevatelo, llevatelo a la luna

 

Te voy a dar mi corazón, que te apoye en tu viaje

y te de mucho coraje

te voy a dar mi corazón, desde siempre te cuida

que te acompane en tu despedida

 

Llevatelo, llevatelo a la luna

Llevatelo, llevatelo a las estrellas

Llevatelo, llevatelo contigo

Llevatelo, llevatelo a la luna

PLEASE COME VISIT

Late at night when all noises are gone

late at night when the moon is alone

please come visit, I'll pretend I'm asleep

please come visit and keep me company

 

Late at night when my voices are quiet

late at night when my demos won't fight

please come visit, lay your hand on my forehead

please come visit and we'll fly away.

 

Take me away, hold me close to your chest

Take me away, don't let go, don't let go

 

Late at night when the crickets are out

late at night when my senses are dull

please come visit and whisper your stories

please come visit and stay

 

Take me away, hold me close to your chest

Take me away, don't let go, don't let go

Take me away, hold me close to you chest

Take me away, don't let go, don't let go

 

ODE TO A BREAKUP

Sometimes my life is like an old haunted house

full of demons and emptiness

with cracks on the walls and echoes of happiness

I've shadows on my face, wrinkles in my soul

 

Can't count the times I hit my head on this wall

through stormy waters this body would crawl

through pointing fingers and screaming voices 

we were drifting apart in each of our choices

 

But thank you for the grace you brought into this world

thank you for kneeling and praying when I was so short of words

thank you for you heart so full of love

thank you for letting me fly with you up above

and thank you for the beauty I'm not capable of

 

How many times shall I make the same mistake

how many  miles before finding my place

at least I can say I was never fake

this fire of mine is burning our flimsy lace

 

But thank you for the grace you brought into this world

thank you for kneeling and praying when I was so short of words

thank you for you heart so full of love

thank you for letting me fly with you up above

and thank you for the beauty I'm not capable of

 

thank you for you heart so full of love

thank you for letting me fly with you up above

and thank you for the beauty I'm not capable of

..thank you for the beauty I'm not capable of.

THE EQUILIBRIST (or the funambulist)

a funambulist with a fear of heights…A joke, right? 

 

Living his life on a high wire, amusing people and giving  them emotion.

His job was to make people look up in the air, (with their) noses up, and therefore learn how to aim higher.

He was joyful and honored for the hard task he had.

 

 a funambulist with a fear of heights…A joke, right? 

 

What people didn't know was that in order to learn balance and defeat his fears, the funambulist started very young to look inside himself…and there, he found the vertigo.

 

 a funambulist with a fear of heights…A joke, right? 

 

The vertigo of the abyss that lives within each one of us, the vertigo of the unknown that lives in that dark little place between the soul and the conscience.

 

And when he is up there, with spotlights on him, when his profile meets the beam of light, he turns into an eclipse and his body becomes  thick darkness…bodies and souls share their shadows and lights.

 

And by looking at him, people look at their own abyss and feel the vertigo of the unknown that lives in that dark little place between soul and conscience, between wisdom and madness.