Ljubo Stipišić Delmat

Does anyone happen to have this album on hand...?
I’m dying to get my hands on it. I find Ljubo Stipišić Delmat absolutely fascinating... his stuff is just so incredibly original, deeply rooted in those old-school traditions, yet so complex and layered... 🙏

Come on, come on, there’s gotta be someone out there who has it...😳

Wayward and lying, those heavy-handed fools
The thirsting ones descend and drift away
Konkulan’s offspring, burdened by the weight of the hoe
In haste, driven by a frantic urgency

Sizzling under the sun, those deep-seated troublemakers
California’s spark strikes against the grain
Through the hollowed youth, the old men grazed
And they all charge forward like a column on the march
California, a tale told in shadows

The true introduction, scraped together with grit
Those troublemakers carve their path through the grain
Ditinstvon, a hunger-driven tale emerging from the dust
California, a tale told in shadows

Look, I’ve got all this memorized already, so what’s even the point of you chiming in here?
Do something actually useful for once instead...
😁

As far as the album goes, I don't actually own it yet, though I'll definitely track it down eventually...
and man, our very own Ljubo Stipišić Delmat is nothing short of a legend...

e....... :refresh:

is anybody even out there? 🎉 😢

🤮
☕

you really did go looking for it ☕

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uneducated hooligans👎

😬Scratching in sensitive areas:

Just forget about that Canadian guy

hole in his underwear

If he actually had some damn balls, maybe I'd respect him even a little bit... ☕

lonebison37 said:does anyone happen to have this album...?
I'm REALLY interested. Ljubo Stipišić Delmat is just fascinating to me. So incredibly original, super archaic, complex... 🙏

Come on, someone's gotta have it...😳

He's fascinating, sure, but "original"...
He basically just transcribed folk songs (that's where the "archaic" part comes from)

Frank Wright14 said:The path winds through deep valleys, heavy with dust
Thirsty as the desert wind, moving slow and low
The weight of a laborer's tool, hard as stone
Racing against time, rushing through the heat

Sun-scorched fields under a heavy sky
The rhythm of California strikes against the grain
Through the thick brush, the cattle graze
And they push onward toward the columns
California, a legend etched in the dust

Righteous paths carved by steady hands
The workers’ spirit meets the grind
Hungry for purpose, driving through the grit
California, a legend etched in the dust

What on earth is this language supposed to be??
It's like what happens when someone spends way too much time in the middle of nowhere
🙏 🙏

analogharbor442 said:What kind of language is that even??
Too much bad decisions makes a man lose his mind...
🙏 🙏

If you showed this much disrespect for someone else's traditions and culture in the US, the mods would ban you faster than you can blink.

It’s pretty obvious that there is a complete lack of basic understanding regarding how this subforum works here.👍

analogharbor442 said:It’s pretty obvious that some people here have absolutely no clue how this subforum works... 👍

Man, what a long day at the office...
I just start getting worked up, and then...
🙂

Don't sweat it—my old man is from the South, but luckily he moved away while he was still young, so I don't have to deal with that irrational dialect too often👍

I suppose that irrational dialect you're talking about is actually just the Italian language😈

dmj said:If he’d at least had the decency to wear cargo shorts, I might actually respect him a little more... ☕

🙏 🙏 🙏

I honestly just have to say: ☕&🥳

case closed. 😛