Ci sono serate che non si dimenticano , come quella del 24 Luglio 2010, in occasione di un motoraduno organizzato con tutti gli ingredienti "giusti" , dove si creò un magica alchimia fatta di musica , risate e buona compagnia, tra le due band ospiti dell'evento, I Railroad Blues Band (con Silvio Vinci alle tastiere , Fiorello alla batteria, Gonzo alla voce, Seb Deriu alla chitarra e Gavino Foddanu al basso) e i Blues Wildcats (del compianto Samuele Marchisio alla voce, jack Evans alla chitarra , Giuseppe Congiattu al basso e Omar alla batteria). Come in ogni performance che coinvolge due band, nasce spontaneamente la jam, io e Samuele già compagni di viaggi negli Amanita suonammo qualcosa del vecchio repertorio, ma il climax si raggiunse quando alcuni dei railroad bb, io al piano e organo e -se ricordo bene Gonzo all'armonica - finimmo la serata sulle note di Before You Accuse me . La registrazione di allora fu di fortuna e purtroppo gran parte di quella jam è andata persa in qualche cassetta analogica nascosta chissà dove, tranne questa ultima che rimase nel mio archivio digitale per anni ed ora , ripulita e rimasterizzata con l'aiuto di Logic Pro e Suno , diventa un memorabile ricordo di buona musica suonata dalle band che allora facevano, probabilmente uno dei migliori blues in sardegna .

THEORY OF MAYBE (reworking of original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci, Ipotesi)

I saw tomorrow in a glass,

It had no future, had no past,

A yellow horse was counting rain

Inside the corridors of my brain.

The ceiling opened like an eye,

A paper moon began to cry,

I asked the shadow for my name —

It smiled and disappeared again.

Maybe I’m here,

Maybe I’m gone,

Maybe the night

Is dreaming the dawn.

Theory of maybe,

Nothing is true,

I could be watching me

Watching you.

A purple clock was running slow,

The hands forgot which way to go,

I heard a whisper in the floor:

“You’ve been inside this room before.”

Seven mirrors, seven skies,

Tiny planets in my eyes,

Every answer changed its face

And left another empty space.

Suppose the river

Flows upstream,

Suppose the sleeper

Is the dream.

Suppose the answer

Never came…

Would the question

Stay the same?

Maybe I’m here,

Maybe I’m gone,

Maybe the night

Is dreaming the dawn.

Theory of maybe,

Nothing is true,

Maybe I’m dreaming me…

Maybe I’m dreaming you.

Outro

Maybe…

maybe…

maybe…

ATOMS IN THE WHISPER (reworking of original instrumental track , Atoms in the whisper, by Silvio Vinci)

Atoms in the whisper,

Dust behind the sun,

Something keeps on moving

When everything is done.

Velvet on the ceiling,

Mercury below,

I can feel the colour

But I don’t know where to go.

Atoms in the whisper,

Calling through the wire,

Tiny little secrets

Dancing in the fire.

Atoms in the whisper,

Moving through my skin,

Maybe there’s a universe

Waiting to begin.

Faces in the mirror

Changing with the light,

Someone left the morning

Hanging from the night.

Circles getting wider,

Nothing standing still,

Every little silence

Has another sound to fill.

Slow down…

Turn around…

Feel the molecules collide.

No ground…

No sound…

Just the rhythm deep inside.

Atoms in the whisper,

Calling through the wire,

Tiny little secrets

Dancing in the fire.

Atoms in the whisper,

Moving through my skin,

Maybe there’s a universe

Waiting to begin.

Atoms…

in the whisper…

Atoms…

in the whisper…

Still moving…

Still moving…

Still moving…

PROJECTIONS (reworking of original instrumental track , Projections, By Silvio Vinci)

You throw your shadow on my wall,

Make it ten feet wide and tall,

Tell me things I ought to be,

But every picture looks like me.

You paint the future black and white,

Then disappear into the light,

I hear your voice behind the door —

I don’t believe it anymore.

Projections!

Coming through the glass,

Projections!

Shadows from the past.

You keep throwing your world on me,

But I ain’t what you want to see.

You see a fire, I see a spark,

You see a road, I see the dark,

Every fear you never faced

Is hanging there in someone else’s place.

Turn the mirror, change the view,

Maybe what you see is you,

Strip the colours from the screen —

Tell me what the picture means.

Projections!

Coming through the glass,

Projections!

Shadows from the past.

You keep throwing your world on me,

But I ain’t what you want to see.

No more pictures,

No disguise,

No more living

Through somebody’s eyes.

Turn it off!

Let it burn!

What you throw at me

Is gonna return.

Final Chorus

Projections!

All across the room,

Projections!

Dancing in the gloom.

You keep throwing your world on me…

But now I know

what I see.

SPACE PAINT -pt.2 - Alternate version (by Silvio Vinci)

Silver dust upon the window,

Saturn hanging in the rain,

I can hear the planets turning

Like a slow and distant train.

You were sleeping in the blue light,

With the moon across your face,

And I drew a line around you

Just to keep you there in space.

Space paint,

Running down the walls of night,

Colours nobody can name,

Burning softly out of sight.

Space paint,

Cover every scar we made,

If the universe is empty,

Let me fill it with your shade.

Radio waves across the darkness,

Old transmissions coming through,

Someone singing from a lifetime

That I almost shared with you.

No direction, no horizon,

Only stars beneath our feet,

Two small shadows slowly turning

Where the dark and daylight meet.

Space paint,

Running down the walls of night,

Colours nobody can name,

Burning softly out of sight.

Space paint,

Cover every scar we made,

If the universe is empty,

Let me fill it with your shade.

Maybe time is only colour,

Maybe love is only light,

Maybe everything we painted

Disappears into the night.

Space paint…

Across the endless blue,

Space paint…

I still see traces of you.

SECOND HAND TRUTH (reworking of instrumental original track, Polium, by Silvio Vinci)

You heard it on the corner,

you read it on the wall,

everybody’s talking

but nobody knows at all.

You wear somebody’s answer

like a brand-new suit,

but I don’t need another

second hand truth.

Second hand truth —

coming down the line.

Second hand truth —

somebody else’s mind.

Take it, shake it,

turn it inside out.

If you never ask the question,

you’ll never know what it’s about.

Preacher on the radio,

stranger on the street,

everybody’s selling

something clean and sweet.

But underneath the sugar

there’s a different kind of fruit.

I don’t wanna live on

second hand truth.

Tell me what you know…

Not what you heard.

Open up the window,

let the dirty daylight in.

Truth don’t need a uniform,

truth don’t need a skin.

I’ve been wrong a hundred times,

I’ll be wrong again —

I’d rather lose my way

than follow someone else’s pen.

Second hand truth —

coming down the line.

Second hand truth —

I ain’t buying mine.

Break it, burn it,

throw it from the roof —

I’d rather live with questions

than a second hand truth.

Second hand…

Second hand…

TRUTH!

HOMEWORK (reworking of original instrumental track, Homework, by Silvio Vinci )

I’ve been reading all the signs,

trying to straighten crooked lines.

Teacher said, “Boy, learn the rules,”

but I learned more outside of school.

Got no answers on my page,

just a rhythm in a cage.

Give me time, give me room —

I’ll find the truth inside the groove.

Homework!

I’ve been working all night long.

Homework!

Trying to find out where I belong.

No books gonna tell me why —

some things you learn just staying alive.

Verse 2

Two plus two don’t make it right,

when you’re walking home at night.

Every lesson leaves a scar,

every wrong turn takes you far.

Do your homework…

Do it yourself.

Bridge

I studied love,

I studied pain,

I learned to lose

and start again.

No graduation,

no degree —

the hardest lesson

was learning me.

Homework!

Still working all night long.

Homework!

Still trying to find where I belong.

Close the book, turn down the light —

I’ve got my homework

for the rest of my life.

Homework…

Homework…

PODCAST - By Silvio Vinci

Everybody’s got a microphone,

talking like they’re never alone.

Big ideas in a little room,

selling truth with a plastic boom.

Swipe it up, turn it down,

another king without a crown.

Everybody knows the way —

everybody’s got something to say.

Podcast!

Talk it to me, talk it fast.

Podcast!

Make the moment last.

Turn it up, break it down,

send that funky word around.

Midnight wisdom, morning lies,

perfect answers, sponsored ties.

One more story, one more guest,

everybody knows what’s best.

Talk… talk… talk…

But who’s listening?

Podcast!

Everybody wants the floor.

Podcast!

Still they’re coming back for more.

Plug it in, let it blast —

welcome to the podcast!

Say it…

Play it…

Cut it…

Replay it…

Podcast!

BLACK NIGHT (by Silvio Vinci)

Verse 1

Black night crawling up my wall,

low light, I can hear it call.

Street heat running through my shoes,

no sleep — got nothing to lose.

Black night,

keep it rolling slow.

Black night,

take me where I wanna go.

No questions, no alibis,

just that rhythm in your eyes.

Back door, quarter after two,

blue smoke hanging over you.

One look, everything goes still,

one beat — and I know the drill.

Chorus

Black night,

keep it rolling slow.

Black night,

never let the daylight know.

No future, no goodbyes,

just that rhythm in your eyes.

Black…

night…

Black…

night…

Black night,

keep it rolling slow.

Black night,

take me where I wanna go.

No reason to make it right —

we belong to the black night.

CAVE WATER DROPS

I walked where the daylight

Forgot how to stay,

Down through the silence,

Far from the day.

The walls held their shadows,

The cold knew my name,

And somewhere in darkness

A little drop came.

Cave water drops,

One by one,

Counting the years

Where there is no sun.

Cave water drops,

Soft and slow,

Tell me the things

Only old stones know.

I dreamed of a river

That flowed through the air,

Carrying voices

Of people not there.

I reached for the water,

It slipped through my hand,

And woke in a place

I could not understand.

Cave water drops,

One by one,

Counting the years

Where there is no sun.

Cave water drops,

Fall through my dream,

Nothing is ever

Quite what it seems.

Drop after drop…

Night after night…

Deep in the stone

Something remembers

The light.