- published: 05 Aug 2015
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Barga is a medieval town and comune of the province of Lucca in Tuscany, central Italy. It is home to around 10,000 people and is the chief town of the "Media Valle" (mid valley) of the Serchio.
Barga lies 35 km north of the provincial capital, Lucca. It is overlooked by the village of Albiano, a località of Barga, which in the 10th century was the site of a castle protecting the town.
Pania della Croce, a mountain of the Apuan Alps, dominates the surrounding chestnut trees, grape vines and olive groves.
Founded by the Lombards, the city grew as a castle surrounded by a line of walls, of which two gates (Porta Reale and Porta Macchiaia) have survived. The town was well known during the Middle Ages for the manufacture of silk threads which were exported to major centres such as Florence, its mills powered by the hydraulic power of the nearby creeks. In the Middle Ages, Lucca and Pisa battled frequently to conquer the wealthy town and the surrounding territory, and for a time Barga was part of the Florentine dominion, later Duchy and Grand Duchy of Tuscany. In 1847 it became part of the Duchy of Lucca, maintaining a certain degree of autonomy, until it became part of the Kingdom of Italy in 1861. Between 1331 and 1859 Albiano owed its allegiance to the Florentine State.[citation needed] The region was part of the Gothic Line in World War II, and was the scene of fierce fighting between the Allies and Germans from October 1944 until April 1945.
Throw me hard so I hit the concrete,
Scream words that you never did mean.
Even I can't stand this evidence,
It's clear, so clear.
Ringing in my ears won't stop,
And you've been smiling all along
(Burnt out!)
(Words are weakening)
She's in it for the nicotine, boys.
More poise than perfect,
Not worth saving, only leaving.
Break me up so my heart is shattered,
Three words that you never did mean.
Even I can't stand this evidence,
It's clear, so clear.
Ringing in my ears won't stop,
And you've been laughing all along.
(Burnt out!)
(Words are weakening)
She's in it for the nicotine, boys.
More poise than perfect,
Not worth saving, only leaving.
I can sit in this room and breathe abused,
I can do without the warmth from you.
But your knifelike smile needs a victim,
Worth your while.
(Words are weakening)
She's in it for the nicotine, boys.
More poise than perfect,
Not worth saving, only leaving.
(A lonely victim)
I can do what stab wounds never do,
I can peal the skin back just for you, beautiful you.