Roberto Tardito

Roberto Tardito

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Italian Songrwriter, he plays with all world musicians.

Biography

Roberto Tardito was born in 1984, on March 17.

He started to study piano when he was six years old. In following years he studied piano.

He listened every music genres. When he was ten years old he started to compose, and he wrote his first songs.

In 2003 he wrote musics for theater play “Simone Veil”.

Between 2004 and 2005 began an intense concert season, that culminated in a concert with Mauro Pagani and Morgan.

In 2006 he recorded a new discographical project, "Controvento".

Many important musicians played in this album:
Angelo Adamo (harmonica),
Giorgio Cordini (guitars, bouzouki),
Alberto Guareschi (double bass),
Agostino Marangolo (drums, percussions),
Antonio Marangolo (sax, percussions),
Pier Michelatti (bass),
Vincenzo Zitello (celtic harp, violin, viola, flutes)
In 2007 Roberto Tardito was the firts italian artist to take part in WE7, a Peter Gabriel project. In Argentine was born his first International Fan Club.

Between 2007 and 2009 he promoted his album with a double European Tour. With virtual platform Second Life, this concert was represented in many European cities, with 116 dates and 45.000 spectators.

June 14 Dresden's concert was broadcast by a German radio.

In 2008 was released "Distanze", an experimental album, highly provocative, composed and recorded in three days.

In 2008 Roberto Tardito was a promotor of Vincenzo Zitello's album "Atlas", in WE7 project.

At the end of the year was released "Otrebor - Altri peccati di gioventù", an album composed and produced by Roberto Tardito.

In 2010 will be published his new album, "Foglie", in italian and english version ("Leaves").

Lyrics

If I were Dylan

Written By: Roberto Tardito

If I were Dylan I, I’d like to tell a story
Tell a story of style
I’d have seen half a century
Behind a guitar

If I were Dylan, I’d surely be
Older and charmer
Even my whitening hair
Would be a legend
If I were Dylan I’d always be alive
If I were Dylan I’d not apologize
If I were Dylan, as voice and sound
I'd still go around

I’d have a long story to tell
A hard long story
Of money women disillusion
A secret longing to go far away
To walk on distant paths
Never trodden before
if I were Dylan I’d not speak any more
I’d not speak any more

If I were Dylan you’d be sick
You’d be happy or simply surprised
My dearest companion of a whole life
Not completely realized
Beyond Dylan, beyond his sound
Beyond his story of a life
You’d be sick, or you’d be surprised
I'd still go around.

If I were Dylan I’d like to tell a story
Tell a story of style
I’d have seen half a century
Behind a guitar
I miss my old days, I miss
And secretly I go back
with the students and their bags
Secretly I go back.

The French speaking women’s flight

Written By: Roberto Tardito

Have you seen those wild birds
They are all French girls
Ready to fly beyond the clouds.

I already see you in Paris
You’ll be the lady dancing sweet
I was not a lord in your sheet

Free, free
Free

Everybody free, I’d be free
From a strict, from a strict cold rope
Flight is natural , is at high degree
It is pure hope.

You can’t trust a dancing girl
Ready to let you alone
behind the clouds, a French speaking girl

I’m balancing between pain and joy
among the waves here I’m alone
and I’m trying not to drown.

Free, free
Free

Everybody free, I’d be free
From things all equal and tiring
I just saw you thousands of your dress free
I can just imagine other white thousands
A train is always ready to get free
Fly away , fly away
fast travelling slow
Flight is natural , is at high degree
It is pure hope.

Have you seen those wild birds
It’s she flying over France
she could just describe with words
if had not left me once.

Lemons peel

Written By: Roberto Tardito

Lemons still are growing gold, ‘coming golden in the evening
Dropping slowly on their branches, on their branches breathing
Nino was running, we were coming back
Nino was running, we were coming back
To the grapes, their works, along the path to the hill.

With a stick he was always rolling his wheel
Nothing changed, just the same will
Nino was crying, we watched at him
Nino was crying, we watched at him
Grapes were burning for enemy fire, and the wind on the hill.

Grapes should not burn in fire
The land did not understand that fire
We did not understand that fire
But the soldiers were angry with fire
For the bullets shot up, for the bullets shot up there, in the fire.

Ashes over lemons whitened by the snow
Black clouds expressed what I know
Nino was laughing and we were crying
Nino was laughing and we were crying
Nothing alive was there on the path to the hill.

The lemons peel we learnt, hardly to eat
Eating the lemons peel you learn to eat.

I think summer will be shining
I wonder how long I’ll have been waiting
I ‘d like to go out and feel the blowing wind.

Leaves

Written By: Roberto Tardito

There's no longer that garden, that path
And the dark, slimy grass
My hands embraced her and her sons
And her skin awakened by the sun
Like a leave silently blooming
I was lightly sleeping.

There are leaves you can touch anyway
Other leaves that can just look away
As to say time is forever and a day

No longer faith, there was not even once
Life was a large field
Where your life you could launch
Your hands were sealed
And we, we were
Just looking at a low cloud for hours,
you and I there.

Your hands were sealed
And we, we were
Just looking at a low cloud for hours,
you and I there.

There are leaves you can touch anyway
Other leaves that can just remain to wait
As to say time is forever and a day

The spices road

Written By: Roberto Tardito


The sun sets for me
It’s my way on the spices sea
It calls me. He asks me to go
Till he knows my ego.

I ride it like a golden veil
This desert a shining trail
Who calls me, and asks me to go
Looking ahead to and fro

She can look the sand
she can take my hand
She already knows my strand

But I saw other eyes gazing me
Mixing with mine, challenging
She called me, asking me to run
I closed my eyes and that I’ve done

‘cause the sun sets for its way
‘cause the path is the spices trail
‘cause she calls me and asks me to run
Till she knows I’m outdone.

She can look the sand
she can take my hand
She already knows my strand

‘cause the sun sets for its way
‘cause the path is the spices trail
‘cause she calls me and asks me to run
Till she knows I’m outdone.

Paganini

Written By: Roberto Tardito


For people who ‘re dying
For the voices flying
For heavens that do not show
A new day glow.

Like a sun which rests
Alone and motionless
I dominate the girls
And I’m still their Lord

For time changing
For singers singing
For heavens that do not show
A new day glow.

I’m always that man
Less than what I am
And the air of the time
Always causes my rhyme.

Snow

Written By: Roberto Tardito

Tonight snow
Tonight it floated
As when we were still to grow
Snow like dried leaves in a garden loaded.

In shoes the leaves
Snow in a sea of leaves
Glasses and white moons
Snow of tired mums.

And torn trousers
For falls and bouncers
Flat tires where Victoria sleeps
And for the first time she saw
And waved at the falling snow
For her
and for us

Tonight life
Tonight flies
Once snow was brighter
and my mother less tired

Discography

Controvento (2007) - Distanze (2008) - Otrebor - Altri peccati di gioventù (2008) - Foglie (2010) - Leaves (2010)

Set List

All song of "Leaves", the new album. Tipical set last 1-2 hours.