Silvio Vinci

DEFINITELY TWO CHORDS Verse 1 You came in talking like you knew the score, I played one chord then I gave you one more. No complications, nothing to explain, just a little fire running through the vein. Chorus Two chords — that’s all I need. One for the hunger, one for the speed. Round and round, let the rhythm decide. No destination, just enjoy the ride. Verse 2 Some people need a thousand ways t...

I left the window open, just to hear the rain, falling on the rooftops and disappearing again. Your book is on the table, your coat is on the chair, funny how an empty room can still believe you’re there. And all the things we never said are somewhere in between, the life we thought we’d live and the life we’ve really seen. Morning finds the curtains, light moves on the floor, I don’t ask the old...

AUSSIE (reworking of instrumental track by Silvio Vinci) Red dust on the window, sun melting on the road, a radio keeps talking in a language no one knows. Black birds draw a circle, high above the plain, I swear I saw the mountains slowly breathing in the rain. Ride where the sky bends, far beyond the line, leave your name behind you, leave your hands in mine. Stars fall through the dashboard, th...

NASSA GROOVE (reworking of original jam session with Stefano Muzzu at Guitar) Down by the water, quarter past two, moon on the harbor, nothing was true. Bass from a doorway, smoke in the air, I followed the rhythm and nobody cared. One way in, no way back, feet on the sand, heart off the track. Boats in the darkness, lights moving slow, somewhere beneath me the deep waters flow. I came for the mus...

BUT THEY WILL BE ANTIBODIES? (reworking of instrumental original track by Silvio Vinci) We crossed the line of Saturn with a whisper in the wire, the stars were turning backwards, the moon was breathing fire. Something moved between us, something without a name, a pulse beneath the silence, a shadow in the frame. But they will be antibodies? When we enter through the blue? Will the universe rememb...

BENEATH THE KEEP (reworking of Instrumental track , Barbacane, by Silvio Vinci) We came with picks and lanterns, where the northern wall had died, forty feet of earth and silence, seven centuries inside. Then my hammer struck the stonework, and the hollow answered back— a doorway under nowhere, a passage running black. Beneath the keep, beneath the ground, I heard the stones give back a sound. No...

DUST ON THE KEYS (reworking of instrumental track by Silvio Vinci ) There’s dust on the keys, and smoke in the room, midnight hanging like an old perfume. I hit a low note, let the high one slide, there’s a whole lot of trouble on the other side. Dust on the keys, whiskey in the sound, play it a little dirty, turn that rhythm around. Dust on the keys, nothing left to say— just give me that groove...

WHERE THE ROAD GETS QUIET I spent my years beneath the city lights, running through the days and losing nights. But every time the traffic faded low, I heard a distant voice saying, “Go.” Take me where the road gets quiet, where the fields are open wide, where the evening falls like fire on the other side. I had everything I wanted, but nothing felt like home. So take me where the road gets quiet,...

OCTOBER The light came down across the room, a quiet gold in the afternoon. October moved along the street, through open doors and fallen leaves. I heard your voice somewhere behind, or maybe it was only mine. Stay until the light is gone, stay until the evening comes. We don’t need to understand what we couldn’t hold inside our hands. The river carried another sky, clouds went slowly drifting by....

AQUA Down where the daylight loses its name, the water turns black and the silence remains. A silver light cuts through the blue, something is moving — but I’m moving too. Deeper… take me deeper. Where no one knows what waits below. Pressure is rising, cold on the glass, shadows are watching the slow hours pass. A shape in the distance, a flash in the night, fear in my bloodstream — but God, what...

BLOOMY TOM DISTORTED (reworking of instrumental track by Silvio Vinci) Tom came down on a Saturday night, boots full of dust and his head too light, radio screaming from a Chevrolet, he said, “Don’t ask questions — just get outta my way.” He had a black coat, a crooked smile, a broken watch running backwards all the while. Bloooomy Tom — distorted! Shake it till the walls come down. Bloooomy Tom —...

BEHIND THE DRY STONE Dust on my shoes, sun on the wall, nothing is moving, nothing at all. I hear a sound under the ground, something is waiting where no one’s around. Behind the dry stone, where the wild roots grow, behind the dry stone, there’s a place I know. No road to follow, no sign to show, just turn the corner and let yourself go. Old twisted branches lean to the sky, black birds are watch...

The road was quiet after rain, dust sleeping by the tracks, I carried nothing in my hands, just shadows on my back. An old man by the river said, “Son, don’t chase the years.” Then he threw a stone into the dark and watched it disappear. I’ve been walking slow, where the cold wind blows, with a heart that learned what nobody knows. Some things leave, some things stay, some things follow you all th...

ORA ET LABORA Iron turns, fingers move, seven steps into the groove. Time is money, time is dust, do what you do because you must. Keep that wheel turning, keep that blood burning. Feet on the ground, follow the sound. No revelation, no master plan, just a little rhythm between your hands. Sweat and silence, skin and bone, find your way and make it your own. Keep that wheel turning, keep that bloo...

THE SKAZ (by Silvio Vinci) Midnight walking, down the avenue, silver shoes and a crooked point of view. Nobody talking, everybody knows, the bass keeps moving where the cool wind blows. Here comes the Skaz — sliding through the backbeat, Here comes the Skaz — moving underneath. No explanation, no reason why, just a little rhythm and a sideways smile. Coffee on the table, smoke against the light, s...

MIDNIGHT MOJO MAN Well, I woke up this mornin’, heard the back door slam, I put my boots on slowly, said, “You know just who I am.” I got fire in my pocket, got thunder in my hand, when the whole room starts to shakin’, I’m your midnight mojo man. Yeah, everybody knows it, every woman understands, when the lights go down at midnight, here comes the mojo man. Got a black cat on the corner, got a re...

Rimasterizzazione di un live set a Torralba(SS) , estate 2006 , per Hoochie Koochie Man by Railroad Blues Band

REWORKING della registrazione originale , sessioni di prove in studio , 12 novembre 2025 , con Claudio Sanna alla batteria, Davide Spanu alla chitarra, Chris Pain alla batteria, Antonio Miscali alla voce e chitarra ritmica, Silvio Vinci all'organo e piano .

Reworking From Live Recordings

reworking from jam session recordings

Reworking di una jam session del 2010 , registrata in occasione di un live a Su Padru -Thiesi (SS) , ad un Motoraduno, che vedeva le due più gettonate blues bands del nord sardegna, Railroad Blues Band al l'apice del loro sound, e i super Blues Wildcats capitanati dal compianto Samuele Marchisio, jack Evans, Congiattu & Pintus. Questa Crossroads è stata ripulita e rielaborata dall'IA, preservando...

Railroad Blues Band & Blues Wildcats – Una notte di blues nelle campagne di Thiesi Estate 2010, campagne di Thiesi (SS). Un riuscitissimo motoraduno, decine di moto, birra, polvere, pubblico caldo e un palco pronto ad accogliere una serata destinata a trasformarsi rapidamente da concerto in una vera jam session infuocata. Protagonista la Railroad Blues Band, raggiunta sul palco dai Blues Wildcats...

Jam session tra railroad blues band (Gonzo, Silvio, Fiorello, Seba, Gavino) e blues wildcats (Samuele , Jack, Congiattu, Omar pintus) al motoraduno di su Padru a Thiesi il 27 luglio 2010

Railroad Blues band Live a Padria (SS), 2007

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