Laura Campisi - Strange Fruit
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Laura Campisi

Laura Campisi - Strange Fruit

The topics of #racism, #whitepriviledge and #whitesupremacy are ones that always made my heart bleed, but never like last year I realized the magnitude and depth of this problem in the US, the country I love and chose as my home. I'll admit that as a perosn born and raised in Italy, at first I struggled understanding the Black Lives Matter movement, not because I didn't see the validity of it but because I grew up in a system of all whites where discrimination was mostly the one of norther Italians against us people from the South. I'll admit that it took me some time to better understand American society and the heartbreaking, rampant #systemicracism it's pervaded by. I had a naive view of the United States, I was ignorant and simply didn't know any better. But I see now, crystal clear, and I'm ashamed of the misunderstanding of my past when "all lives matter" used to make sense to me. Sure, all lives matter. But NO LIVES MATTER until we can all unite and proclaim as one that BLACK LIVES MATTER! I hope I can make amends for my foolishness of the past by fighting #colorblindness with all I have. This video is a fisrt step, an attempt to hopefully help others realize what these words mean, and that in order to keep growing as a country we need to face the truth, own it and from there work as hard as we can to make things right. Vocals, concept, text, and production by Laura Campisi Sound Design by Joe Carman Video Design by Simone Campisi #BlackLivesMatter #BLM #BlackHistoryMonth
Rosa Canta e Cunta - Rosa Balistreri (by Laura Campisi & Marko Bonarius - Palermo, Sicily)
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Rosa Canta e Cunta - Rosa Balistreri (by Laura Campisi & Marko Bonarius - Palermo, Sicily)

The song Rosa Canta e Cunta (of famous popular Sicilian singer Rosa Balistreri, 1927-1990) interpreted by a Palermitan singer, Laura Campisi and a Dutch double bass player, Marko Bonarius with beautiful images of Palermo (Trattoria Da Zia Pina - NOT TO MISS WHEN IN PALERMO! - and the Vucciria & Ballaro markets), Sicily by French videomaker Dorine Brun. Video: © 2007 Dorine Brun Scroll down for translations in English, Italian and French. contacts: markobonarius@gmail.com dorinebrun@gmail.com ROSA SINGS AND TELLS by Rosa Balistreri (english translation) Tonight I'll go and ride with the wind To open the doors of history Tonight I want to give life, for a moment, To the past and memory Tonight with the fire of love I'll dig a grave to sorrow There's more sorrow, there's more torment Than joy and love for mankind It is not tears that can change destiny It is not fear that can stop the way I open my fists, count my fingers I remain myself, live my life I sing and I tell To not get lost Nobody blessed my path Not even the small hand of a priest And still I go as the wind In search for a moment of peace I want to break... to break the skies To make it rain love There's those who deceive you There's those who commands And those who rests in silence It's power that reinforces those in power It's silence that kills the innocent I open my fists, count my fingers... I came into this world when the prepotent Felt disgusted in the streets A time of abuses, hunger and war I grew up in between the wretched Silent tears I cried and many My innocence was shared amongst many The bad people, the powerful Who are in many in this society It's not love which grows near them But the favours distributed by those who rule I open my fists, count my fingers... ROSA CANTA E CUNTA di Rosa Balistreri (traduzione italiana) Stasera vado e corro con il vento Per aprire le porte della storia Stasera voglio ridare per un momento Vita al passato e alla memoria Stasera con la vampa dell'amore Scavo una fossa una fossa al dolore C'è piu dolore, c'è piu tormento Che gioia e amore per l'humanita Non è il pianto che puo cambiare il destino Non è la paura che puo arrestare il cammino Apro i pugni conto le dita Resto me stessa, vivo la vita Canto e racconto Per non perdere il conto Nessuno ha benedetto il mio cammino Neanche la mano piccola di un prete E vado ancora come va il vento In cerca di un momento di pace Voglio spaccare... spaccare il cielo Per far piovere piovere amore C'è chi ti inganna, c'è chi domanda E che in silenzio e muto se ne sta È il potere che rafforza i potenti È il silenzio che ammazza i innocenti Apro i pugni conto le dita... Sono venuta al mondo quando il prepotente Ci disdegnava par ogni strada Tempi di abusi, di fame e di guerra Sono cresciuta in mezzo ai malnati Lacrime mute ne ho pianto e quante La mia innocenza l'hanno spartita in tanti La cattiva gente, i prepotenti Ce ne sono tanti in questa societa Non è l'amore quel che cresce intorno Ma il favoristismo spartito da chi domanda Apro i pugni conto le dita... ROSA CHANTE ET RACONTE de Rosa Balistreri (traduction française) Ce soir je vais et cours avec le vent Pour ouvrir les portes de l'histoire Ce soir je veux redonner pour un moment Vie au passé et à la mémoire Ce soir avec une bouffée d'amour Je creuse une fosse, une fosse à la douleur Il y a plus de douleur, plus de tourment, Que de joie et d'amour pour l'humanité Ce n'est pas les larmes qui peuvent changer le destin Ni la peur qui change notre chemin (Refrain) J'ouvre les poings, je compte les doigts Il me reste moi, vive la vie Je chante et raconte Pour ne pas perdre le compte Personne n'a bénit mon chemin Pas même la petite main d'un prête Et je vais encore comme va le vent A la recherche d'un moment de paix Je veux fendre... fendre le ciel Pour faire pleuvoir, pleuvoir d'amour Il y a celui qui te trompe, celui qui te demande Et celui qui reste en silence, muet C'est le pouvoir qui renforce les puissants C'est le silence qui tue les innocents Refrain Je suis venue au monde quand le puissant Nous dédaignait par les rues Temps d'abus, de faim et de guerre J'ai grandi au milieu des misérables Des larmes muettes j'en ai versées et combien Mon innocence ils se l'ont tous partagée Les mauvais gens, les violents Il y en a tant dans cette société Ce n'est pas l'amour qui croît autour de nous Mais les faveurs distribuées à ceux qui demandent Refrain