Railroad Blues band Live a Padria (SS), 2007

Alternate Version

TRAIN TO THE WORLD (reworking of original instrumental track , by Silvio Vinci)

I saw the morning

coming through the glass

Fields were moving

and the towns went past

I had no reason

to turn around

Just an old suitcase

and that rolling sound

Somebody told me

“Boy, you’ve got to choose”

But every road you take

leaves something to lose

So I bought a ticket

with nowhere to return

Watched another station

fade behind the turn

And I don’t know

where this line will end

I don’t know

what is waiting there

Take that train to the world

Let it carry you away

Past the houses, past the shadows

past the things you couldn’t say

Take that train to the world

Don’t ask where it goes

Sometimes you find your way

when nobody knows

There was a woman

sleeping by the door

A man with a newspaper

lying on the floor

Nobody talking

nothing left to prove

Just a hundred little lives

all beginning to move

Maybe California

Maybe Liverpool

Maybe some forgotten town

where nobody knows the rules

Maybe there’s no answer

waiting down the line

Maybe all this travelling

is only passing time

Take that train to the world

Let the old days disappear

Every mile becomes a memory

every memory gets unclear

Take that train to the world

while the evening turns to blue

You don’t have to know the ending

just let the road carry you

Rolling on…

rolling on…

No station in my mind…

just another line…

Rolling on…

to the world…

Magician's nails ( Reworking of original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci)

There’s a mirror in the garden

With a crack across the moon

Someone painted all the flowers

In the middle of the afternoon

I heard footsteps in the ceiling

I saw feathers in the rain

And a man behind the curtain

Said he’d forgotten my name

Turn the light around

Let the colours fall

There’s a door behind the silence

There’s a shadow on the wall

Don’t believe your eyes

They’re always running late

By the time you see tomorrow

Yesterday has changed its shape

Silver fingers on the window

Draw a circle in the steam

Little soldiers made of paper

Marching slowly through my dream

Someone whispers from the hallway

But the hallway isn’t there

Just a coat without a body

And a question in the air

GROWLING AT THE GUESTS

Something in the room tonight

keeps on moving out of sight

I don’t need to know the name

I just follow where it came

Every second, every sound

pulls my feet into the ground

No tomorrow, no before

just that rhythm through the floor

Hold it—

hold it there…

Don’t lose it.

Keep it moving, let it roll

let the rhythm take control

I can feel it coming through

Keep it moving, don’t look down

there’s a pulse beneath this town

and it’s pulling me to you

Streetlight falling on the wall

shadows getting ten feet tall

Every window, every door

beats a little more and more

No conclusion, no excuse

nothing here we need to prove

Let the bassline have its way

we can talk another day

Keep it moving, let it roll

let the rhythm take control

I can feel it coming through

Keep it moving, don’t look down

there’s a pulse beneath this town

and it’s pulling me to you

Keep it moving…

Keep it moving…

Don’t explain it—

just keep it moving.

THE DENIER

You say the rain is falling upward,

you say the fire isn’t warm.

You watch the window slowly breaking,

then swear there never was a storm.

You change the names,

you move the signs,

you leave the truth

three steps behind.

Close your eyes and call it daylight,

turn the evidence around.

Keep on talking through the silence

till you cannot hear the sound.

You saw the smoke across the ceiling,

you smelled the ashes on your coat.

But every time the room gets darker

you find another little note.

Not this.

Not now.

Not me.

Not how.

No. No. No. No…

Close your eyes and call it daylight,

paint the shadows on the wall.

If you never name the reason,

was there any truth at all?

Nothing happened here.

You know.

You know.

You know…

But you won’t say.

THE GODFATHER (reworking of original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci )

He walks in slow,

the room goes still.

No need to talk,

you know the drill.

Black coffee,

midnight chair,

one little smile —

he’s everywhere.

The Godfather…

moves in time.

The Godfather…

never draws the line.

Low light,

heavy air,

someone leaves

an empty chair.

One word,

one look,

one name

off the book.

The Godfather…

moves in time.

The Godfather…

between the lines.

Tick… tick…

let it ride.

Tick… tick…

nothing to hide.

He walks out slow.

The groove remains.

Godfather…

Godfather…

Godfather…

SHAPE OF NY OWN (reworking of PEACE OF CLAY , instrumental cover by Silvio Vinci)

All of my life

I’ve been wearing somebody’s name

All of my life

I’ve been learning somebody’s game

They told me where to stand

They told me when to move

They gave me all the answers

Before I knew the truth

I tried to be

Everything they wanted to see

I tried to be

The man they had imagined for me

But every time I changed

To fit inside their hands

Something deep within me

Would rise and take a stand

Let me find my own way

Let me find my own way

Let me fall, let me grow

Don’t tell me who I’m meant to be

Before I even know

Let me find my own way

There’s a voice beneath my skin

I don’t need another hand

To shape the man within

There comes a time

When the mirror won’t tell you a lie

There comes a time

When you stop asking everyone why

And all the borrowed faces

You carried through the years

Start falling from your shoulders

Like a coat of old fears

I may bend

I may break

I may lose

More than I take

But every scar

And every line

At least I know

That they are mine

Let me find my own way

Let me find my own way

Let me stumble, let me grow

There’s a world inside my heart

That only I can know

Don’t try to make me over

Don’t decide what I should be

I have spent my whole life changing…

Now I just want to be me

Just let me be…

Let me be…

Something of my own.

ONE MORE DOLLAR DOWN (reworking of Shuffle Jam, original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci)

Woke up this morning,

my shoes were on the stairs

Woke up this morning,

my shoes were on the stairs

Don’t remember coming home,

but somebody left me there

I looked inside my pocket,

found a number and a dime

Yeah, I looked inside my pocket,

found a number and a dime

The number said “Don’t call me”

and the dime was out of time

My landlord wants his money,

my woman wants me gone

My landlord wants his money,

my woman wants me gone

But that old Hammond’s humming

so I guess I’ll carry on

One more dollar down, boys

one more night to go

One more dollar down

and I’m still moving slow

If trouble keeps on knocking

I’ll charge it at the door

Bought myself some good luck

from a man down on the street

Bought myself some good luck

from a man down on the street

He took my last five dollars

then wished me something sweet

THE KID IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT (reworking of Original Track by Silvio Vinci & Stefano Muzzu)

I was seventeen and restless,

with a dollar in my shoe

I was seventeen and restless,

didn’t know what I should do

So I followed all those red lights

like a fool will sometimes do

There was music through the doorway,

there was whiskey on the floor

Yeah, music through the doorway,

and a shadow by the door

She said, “Kid, you look too young

to know what you’re looking for”

I said, “Lady, I ain’t looking,

I’m just walking through the night”

She laughed and lit a cigarette,

said, “Boy, that don’t sound right”

Then she disappeared behind me

into that dirty crimson light

A piano played the same blues

it had played a thousand times

Yeah, the same three chords kept turning

like those old electric signs

And every lonely stranger

had a story just like mine

They called me the kid in the red light district

for a night or maybe two

I learned some things about strangers

I never learned in school

Some people pay for loving

some just pay to play the fool

I was seventeen and restless,

with a dollar in my shoe

Now I’m older, maybe wiser,

but I’m restless like I used to

And somewhere those lights are burning…

waiting for another fool.

Yeah… somewhere those lights are burning…

somewhere those lights are burning…