Silvio Vinci

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

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 stati...

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’...

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...

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...

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...

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 chan...