Last night at the Sanremo Festival Cesare Cremonini was among the protagonists on stage with his medley: from Nobody wants to be Robin to Poetics, passing through Jam # 25, Logico, The new Broadway star. Among these songs, Jam # 25 is one of the sweetest and most melancholic of the Bolognese singer who made his debut with the Lunapop group and who then continued his solo career, revealing a great ability to write and depth of lyrics. Jam # 25
Jam # 25 is the song taken from the album Maggese released in 2005. The text talks about loneliness after abandonment, in particular after our destination leaves us, leaving us alone with ourselves, surrounded only by objects that they do nothing but remind us of the love story that just ended.Happiness in solitude
Jam # 25 and the song that Cesare Cremonini wrote in Bologna at 4 in the morning in a few minutes. The artist had recently been left by his girlfriend Erica, with whom he had shared part of his life in a profound way. Inevitably, the loneliness that afflicts the singer is immense, further aggravated by the sight and contact willy-nilly with the objects that refer to their love story. Seeing her shoes, her wrinkled pink driving license, her book read and leafed through by her beloved’s fingers, her latest Winston Blue cigarette can only hurt.
There are your shoes still here
But you are already gone
There is still your share of money in the bank
But you are not there anymore
There is still your wrinkled pink driver’s license
And in your drawer a read book and a Winston Blue
I smoked
it The house where two lovers lived and which they furnished, filled with objects and affections and apparently a trap for feelings , as it takes you back to the tunnel of old emotions and affections that no longer belong to the present. A whirlwind of memories, nostalgia and melancholy.
There are your broken socks the night you got drunk
There is still there on the piano a blue scarf
There are your cards, your perfume and still in this house
And right there, where I imagined
you There you were!
How to rebuild one’s life in the absence of the person who was essential for us
How to explain to the neighbors that your girlfriend no longer lives there
How to overcome the pain of seeing the happiness of others
I explained to the neighbors laughing that you are no longer there
A boy in the yard hugs and kisses his girlfriend
Right there where I met you
There you are more
With time. You have to know how to wait. As Cremonini himself says:
The song describes chronologically what happens from the moment one realizes the loneliness caused by abandonment, until everyone resolves himself by accepting it, exorcising it, making sure that the memories are the companions of his own solitude, they care yourself, guide you to the way out.
Jam is the symbol of happiness: after abandonment it is possible to find it only if you reflect on yourself, if you try to digest loneliness, if you investigate what happened. The singer-songwriter writes that now he is alone in his house, but, having metabolized the pain thanks to loneliness, he can now devote himself to his own goals:
Now I live alone in this dark and desolate house
. love I keep it only for myself
Every sadness is healed with the exploration of one’s soul.
The 25 in the title is significant, as Cesare Cremonini was 25 when he wrote the song and he was 25 when he passed from adolescence to maturity: 25 years include abandonment, confusion, loss but also happiness.
Every time I think of you I eat kilos of jam
What you hid from me
I found it The text
There are your shoes still here
But you are already gone
There is still your share of money in the bank
But you are not there you are more
There is still your wrinkled pink driving license
And in your drawer a read book and a Blue Winston
I smoked
it There are your broken socks the night you got drunk
There is still a blue scarf on the piano
There are your cards, your perfume and still in this house
And right there, where I imagined
you There you were!
Ah, since Senna has stopped racing
Ah, since Baggio has stopped playing
Oh no, no! Since you left me too
It’s no longer Sunday
But then you forget, you don’t think, you don’t think anymore
There are your shoes still here
But you have not passed
I explained to the neighbors laughing that you are no longer there
A boy in courtyard hugs and kisses his girlfriend
Right there where I met you
You are gone
Ah, since Senna has stopped running
Ah, since Baggio has stopped playing
Oh no, no! Since you left me too It ‘s
not Sunday
anymore Oh, and you don’t forget
Now I live alone in this dark and desolate house
The time I gave to love I keep it only for myself
Every time I think of you I eat kilos of jam
What you were hiding from me
I found it

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