Gianfranco Novarino (GF)

Our Garden

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About Gianfranco Novarino (GF)

I was given my first guitar at age 7 and fell in love with it despite the fact that it was just a toy. Many more (proper!) ones have followed in my self-taught journey of discovery of this humble, wonderful instrument.

In 1974, at age 15, I gave my first public performance in a guitar trio which I founded in Rome with a friend who went on to become one of the most respected jazz double bass players worldwide.

More performances followed, but eventually I gave in to my other passion, science, and spent the next 30 years as a professional biologist and microscopist. But my love for music never having disappeared I carried on doing it on the side and in the 1990's I made a very brief return to the recording studio.

Recently, following a critical health event, my life had another change of heart and, once again, music is my main pursuit.

Musically I draw inspiration from many sources, especially the great American singer-songwriters of the 1960's-70's and the 1950's-60's Bossa Nova current from Brazil, but there are others. But I don't like talking about my songs too much, I find it a bit self-defeating and I always hope that a song will be its own explanation.

I am also passionate about setting old poems to my own music. Technically I like to think of my guitar playing as “eclectic” and drawing on many styles, sometimes all at the same time, sometimes not.

 

I entered the songwriting competition only to compete with myself, not with others. There I was overjoyed to meet many interesting people, all with a different story to tell but all united by a true love for music. Many have joined forces in the Scared Hitless group and it's an honour and a pleasure to have a song of mine included in Late Night Flying, an album all straight from the heart which really deserves listening to, even just for that reason.




Our Garden - LYRICS

In our garden is contained
All the time which we possess
In our garden are interchained
The paths of all
Of all our lives

Even when black clouds foretell rain
And bitter winds roar and rage
Even in the fiercest hurricane
To our garden
We will return
We will return
We will return

Hold my hand, take me
Where you planted all those
Flowers that you chose
We will return
To watch them grow
To watch them grow
We will return
We will return
With more seeds to sow
We will return
We will return

To the garden where we used to dance
To the garden where we played
To the garden where we took a chance
To our garden
We will return
We will return

While in sunny skies
The colour palette of your flowers Is reflected in our eyes
Like our very own
Our own rainbow
We will return
With more seeds to sow
We will return
To watch them grow
To watch them grow
We will return

To the garden where we used to dance
To the garden where we played
To the garden where we took a chance
To our garden
We will return
To our garden
We will return

The Story Behind The Song

This could be a song about hope and rebirth.
Or perhaps a song about flowers and seeds.
Or maybe it could be both.
Or neither.
I always prefer a song to be its own explanation.


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