Personal Woodstock from Amundsen's amulet by Carlo S. Tedeschi

Love, peace and music: we could have them all
In our little hideaway behind a wall
Of illusion, built of beautiful dreams and concrete
Visions of togetherness, with mortar and beams
From a sun that will never never end
(Almost as we were in never never land);
Though today we’re not going to die,
Under that sun we should just lie
And think of nothing but ourselves
‘Cause it’s you and no one else
That can make me be happy
The way I want to be…

Love peace and music that’s the way (for me)
Buddah in his wisdom planned this world to be;
We gotta live this beautiful illusion…
We gotta live this beautiful dream…
We gotta live this beautiful illusion…
We gotta live this beautiful dream…

• Experimental
• Jazz
• modern jazz
• Italy