Olivone was a municipality in the district of Blenio in the canton of Ticino in Switzerland.
On 25 January 2005, the cantonal authorities announced that Olivone would merge with Aquila, Campo Blenio, Ghirone and Torre to form a new municipality to be called Blenio. This union was carried through on 22 October 2006.
Olivone is first mentioned in 1193 as Alivoni, then in 1205 it was mentioned as Orivono. In Romansh it was known as Luorscha.
The political power in the upper Blenio valley was in the hands of a branch of the De Torre family. They owned land in Olivone and possessed the patronage rights in the parish church until the oath of Torre in 1182 ended their supremacy. In 1213 the villages of Olivone and Aquila revolted and united against the Da Locarno family, who had been given power over the valley by canons of Milan. They were able to drive out the Da Locarno's and return to the previous situation, where they were ruled by a governor out of Lombardy. The L'assemblea di uomini liberi (The Assembly of the Free), which is first mentioned in 1136, provided for the management of common forests, alpine pastures and helped maintain the Lukmanier and Greina passes. By the end of the 14th Century the L'assemblea di uomini liberi took advantage of Olivone's lease on the Santa Maria alpine pasture, which belonged to the abbey of Disentis. The village customary law was written down in the statutes of 1237 and 1474.
It dawned on me
That basically
They have put a price on everything.
In a world of greed
And exploiting needs
Some are cashing in, while others bleed.
If I sung out of tune would it sell now?
If I sung out of tune would it sell?
The relevance of the question's unclear now
The big picture's as scary as hell.
It's do or die to survive
In this day and age to stay alive.
When the top boys fight
One's left one's right
The streets become a stage
Actor am I?
If I sung out of tune would it sell now?
If I sung out of tune would it sell?
Focus on the small things and then you fail
To see that we're not doing so well.
Am I alone here
Or am I the only one who sees in different tones?
Somehow we've all adhered
To believe in everything that we are shown.
One mans views today makes
Front page news tomorrow
Injecting doubt to talk about.
It'd be no surprise
If this world was designed