redtails | Raven's Jig - I Giorni - Ludovico Einaudi arrange @redtails | Uploaded May 2015 | Updated October 2024, 1 week ago.
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Here's another arrange of a brilliant piece by Ludovico Einaudi; I Giorni. This is a pretty long one and we wanted to make something special out of it, again, something that could be related to personal experience. It just so happens that Onne/redtails recently made the life-changing experience of moving to a new home far from his previous one, which inspired a little story. A story of a burning home triggering the obligation of leaving possessions behind. And the whole questioning behind whether one can live without said possessions or not… Though I suppose we all know the answer. In cases like these, do we even have a choice, really?
Life is made of change. Here's our way of telling it. A story in music.

Title: I Giorni
Based on likewise-named song composed by Ludovico Einaudi

Arrangement and lyrics: Raven's jig
Album: none
Year: 2015

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Giorni

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Lyrics:
Well, it looks just like hell
Everything's going down in flames
Everything I've ever owned
My whole life danger-zoned
And I'm standing there, doing nothing
There's a lot, takes long to sink in

So there's my shelf
At least what's left
Some kind of dark pit
There's this one book
I used to like
I forgot I had it
Don't go just yet
I'll pick you up
I'll read you some more
But it's too late
Blink of an eye
And it's burnt to the core

The room's spinning on
The room's spinning on
The room's spinning on
I can't feel my head
The room's spinning on
The room's spinning on
Everything looks so dark now
It's changing so fast
I don't even know where I am anymore and what might lie ahead
Am I gonna fall
The room's breaking down and I'm breaking along
Try breathing along
I'm breathing along
But
There's
No
Air
To
Breathe
And
As
I
Grasp
At
Straws
Down
Here
I
Can
Smell
Burnt
Wood
From
The
Floor
But
I
Can't
Reach
For
The
Door
I
Can't
Move
Anymore
I
Can't
Escape
Anymore

White room, warm face
I've never been in this place
But there's no wings on the girl's back
Guess that means it's all still on track
For how long have I been out?
Look around, ask about
And what of that place, what's left of it
She looks down, pauses for bit

So there was you
Walled down in there
Some kind of dark cell
It was all dark
With flashing lights
And it looked just like hell
We took you here
We picked you up
We kept you home safe
But as of homes
As of your own
I'm afraid nothing's left

Get back to the room
Run back to the room
Got to check the room
See if she was right
That would be a pain
It would be so hard
To start everything back now
I had things in there
Now I can't define who I am anymore and how much cash I had
I could buy it back
But I don't know if that's what I want right now
Here's the room right now
On with the show… Wow

Oh, dammit… This disappeared too? There's… Only ashes left of it. Not even. Oh, damn, and that? I had to wake up very early one morning to get that! And that one was a gift… If it is what I think it is… What do you tell people when the gifts they gave you disappeared? And the gifts I got for myself? How am I gonna get all of those things back? Most of them aren't even sold anymore! Couldn't they just leave me one little thing to hold onto?

Well, then again, it's not like it's anybody's fault… And at least I have my health to hold onto, that's that… And memories… And the ability to live on and make more memories. You know, I might as well just start from that.

Blank sheet, full pen
Write it all again
Although I could just press reset
There's a chance not many can get
Everything that defined me
Has somehow set me free
Sure it was all forced, it was hurting
It's harsh to be left with nothing

But I'm left with life
I'm left with myself
And that's all that counts
Come to think of it
I've always fancied switching for a new home
Life is made of change
Life is made of crap that forces you to move
But as you move on
Things are not as bland as they appeared at first
Life is made of firsts
Life is made of firsts