A MANHATTAN TALE: A Tale of RevengeThe latest single off the new
Belladonna CD
"The Noir Album" -
"A Manhattan Tale" - has recently been added tp the playlists of two of Italy's biggest radio stations,
Radio Rai 1 and
Virgin Radio - with a grand total of
over 10 million daily listeners between them - and we feel that the right thing to do is to now make it fully available in streaming here on
MySpace for all
Belladonna Friends & fans all over the world!!
A Tale of Revenge,
"A Manhattan Tale" is a quintessential
noir song, a short thriller story with a definite plot that develops to its surprise ending... but we'll add nothing more so not to spoil it for you! You'll find the full lyrics below!!...
And below you'll also find a short dark mystery strip created by Italian artist
Marco Vignati and based on
"A Manhattan Tale": we found it
totally captured the vibe and feel of the key moments of the song's plot that we simply
HAD to include it - with the artist's permission - on this Blog post for all of you to watch!!...
Marco Vignati can be contacted clicking
here.
"A Manhattan Tale" is available now on our
MySpace music player: play it at a neighbour-unfriendly volume, add it to your own profiles and don't forget to send in your comments!!...
Marco Vignati's strip based on "A Manhattan Tale"
A Manhattan Tale
He strolls through the SoHo crowd
She sits alone
He stares at the stormy clouds
She’ll soon be home
Manhattan is drenched in rain
And autumn leaves
He enters an empty train
And there she is
Whenever we feel our life is shattered
Whenever we see our light go down
Whatever we feel – It does not matter
Our time will come
He sits with the strange grimace
She’s seen before
He stares at her frozen face
And knows the score
Manhattan is drenched in tears
Of crimes unseen
She dreamed about this for years
And here he is
Whenever we feel our life is shattered
Whenever we see our light go down
Whatever we feel – It does not matter
Our time will come
Can you hear the sound of breaking hearts
As their destiny unfolds?
Can you heal a soul so torn apart?
She just pulls out her handgun – Karma is a blast of sudden sun
Whenever we feel our life is shattered
Whenever we see our light go down
Whatever we feel – It does not matter
Our time will come
Manhattan is drenched in pain
The sun will dry
She stares at the leaving train
And waves goodbye
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