I heard this version of Volare for the first time this evening, and I love it.
Fly, into the blue
Blue is the colour of dreams,
wind, the paintbrush of the sky,
a palette of cornflower seas,
an indigo haze, jay feathers.
Wind, the paintbrush of the sky,
feathers a canvas of clouds,
where ice-crystals dance,
a palette of cornflower seas.
Dip your dream-finger into the blue,
sow windsongs in the grass,
an indigo haze. Jay feathers
strum you awake, moonstruck.
I fold your wings, hold you here.
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I like the sparse instrumentals. And it does have the feel of a windsong. (K)
I like Italian pop songs. I don’t know if Bowie spoke Italian, but he is a superb mimic.
Multi-talented. I can’t get Dean Martin out of my head, though….
I have never been subjected to Dean Martin. Is that a good thing? The Italian connection though.
He’s very loungey. It’s the version most often played here. Whether good or bad, it’s embedded in my head.