Acqui Terme
Acqui Terme (Äich in Piedmontese) is a city and comune of Piedmont, northern Italy, in the province of Alessandria. It is about 35 kilometres (22 mi) south-southwest of Alessandria. It is one of the principle winemaking communes of the Italian DOCG wine Brachetto d'Acqui.
The hot sulphur springs have been famous since this was the Roman town of Aquae Statiellae; the ancient baths are referred to by Paulus Diaconus and the chronicler Liutprand of Cremona. In 1870 Giovanni Ceruti designed a little pavilion, known as La Bollente, for the spot at the centre of the town where the waters bubble up at 75 °C (167 °F).
History
In the Roman period the place was connected by road with Alba Pompeia and Augusta Taurinorum (Turin). The local Ligurian tribe of the Statielli had joined the Romans at an early period, but were attacked in 173 BCE and some were transferred to the north of the Po. In the neighbourhood of the town, near the river Bormida, are the remains of the aqueduct which supplied it.
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by: WeeksWell I met the man who killed my mother
He put holes inside her arms
No they were not marks of stigmata lord
Just a drug pumping empty heart
Well I met the man who took my father
Put him in jail and locked him away
Well they say he forgot his children lord
He might remember us again someday
I blame the devil
Well I met the man who killed my grandmother
He took her mind as the shotgun blew
A year later my grandfather followed her
He’d had enough and shot himself too
Well I met the man who took my good friend
Oh, but he was only seventeen
I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord
It wasn’t him staring back at me
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad
I’m giving up on this life I had
Well I met the man who raped my childhood
Oh well we were never young it’s true
But when everyone around you keeps dying lord
What the hell are we supposed to do
Well I met the man who took my sister
In a new family she will stay
And it’s true that my mother’s a sinner lord
She let another family fade away
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad