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Woke up late with a hole in my shoe,

Coffee went cold, rent came due.

Boss on the phone said, “Where you been?”

I said, “Outside, trying to get back in.”

Caught my coat on a rusty nail,

Missed my ride, but I caught your trail.

You were downstairs kicking up dust—

I forgot what the hurry was.

Got a little trouble hanging round my neck,

A whole lot of Friday missing from my check.

Then that bass came through the floor—

Now I don’t need much more.

Bad luck’s got good rhythm,

Got me moving all night long.

Every time I try to shake it,

It puts another record on.

Hey now, slide a little closer,

Let that backbeat pull you in.

Bad luck’s got good rhythm—

Here we go again.

You walked in when the lights came on,

Said, “Don’t tell me all the good stuff’s gone.”

Bartender sighed, put the glasses back,

Drummer reached for his hi-hat.

You said, “Honey, do you dance or talk?”

I said, “Mostly trip when I try to walk.”

You pulled me close by a crooked tie,

Said, “Keep those feet in time with mine.”

Rain coming down on a dead-end street,

Your left hand keeping time on me.

Had something clever I meant to say—

One snare hit blew it clean away.

Bad luck’s got good rhythm,

Got me moving all night long.

Every time I try to shake it,

It puts another record on.

Hey now, slide a little closer,

Let that backbeat pull you in.

Bad luck’s got good rhythm—

Here we go again.

Hold on…

Give the drummer some.

I had plans to be miserable tonight.

Look what you’ve done.

Bad luck’s got good rhythm,

Got us moving all night long.

Every time we try to leave here,

They play another song.

Hey now, slide a little closer,

Daylight’s creeping through the blinds.

Bad luck’s got good rhythm—

And your hand’s still holding mine.

“Did you pay those bills?”

“No, but I paid my dues!”

“What you gonna do tomorrow?”

“Put some funk into these blues!”

reworking from live version 2007

reworking from live version 2007

reworking from live version

reworking

**RISE AGAIN – reworking “E Ballad” by Amanita**

Questo pezzo, in realtà, non ha mai avuto un vero titolo. Gli Amanita si sciolsero prima che potessimo definirlo e portarlo alla sua forma definitiva. Era una mia composizione e ne è rimasta soltanto questa registrazione live: una sorta di fotografia di un brano ancora in divenire.

A distanza di anni ho voluto riprenderlo utilizzando l’IA non per reinventarlo, ma per provare a ricostruire l’idea che avevo originariamente in mente e che, già allora, gli altri Amanita avevano seguito e fatto propria suonandola insieme: **Samuele alla voce, Aldo alla chitarra, Marco al basso e Marcello alla batteria**.

Da quella vecchia traccia incompiuta nasce oggi **Rise Again**. Forse non esattamente come sarebbe diventata allora, ma abbastanza vicina a come continuavo a sentirla nella mia testa.

**Silvio Vinci**

reworking from live version by Amanita

I Can Tell — a raw slice of electric blues, recorded live by the Railroad Blues Band at the Beer & Blues Festival in Sassari, 2011.

A snapshot of the band in its natural habitat: live, loud and instinctive, with all the energy and imperfections of a real blues performance.

A reworking enhanced with AI from a 2011 live recording by Railroad Blues Band, caught in the heat of a raw performance of the blues classic Done Somebody Wrong.

The original live soul is still there — rough, spontaneous and unpolished — now brought back to life with a new sonic perspective.

**Verse I**

Beyond the glass, the planets turn,

silent fires that never burn.

We draw our names across the dust,

build our towers because we must.

But no one waits beyond the blue,

no distant eye is watching you.

Only circles, cold and slow,

turning where we’ll never go.

**Chorus**

Moog platform in the sound wheels,

spinning through the hollow sky.

Signals rise and disappear,

no one answers, no one asks why.

**Verse II**

A billion voices fill the air,

every man convinced he’s there.

Kings and lovers, saints and fools,

tiny sparks beneath the rules.

Time moves on without a face,

leaving nothing in its place.

What we were and what we knew

fade into a deeper blue.

**Bridge / Space Section**

No centre.

No edge.

No final word.

Only sound

bending light

around an empty world.

**Final Chorus**

Moog platform in the sound wheels,

carry us beyond the sun.

We were here for just a moment—

then the moment

was gone.

**Outro**

Turn…

turn…

turn…

into the sound wheels.