Silvio Vinci

WATERFALL (by Silvio Vinci) I came down through the cedars, With a stone inside my coat. Put my hands into the water, Left that stone among the stones. Waterfall, waterfall, I don't have to hold it all. Let it break upon the boulders, Let it roll beyond the trees. Waterfall, waterfall, There's still something left of me. Let it run... Let it run... There's a house above the valley, Where the windo...

STILL GOT A LITTLE FIRE (A reworking of an original instrumental track, Win-wood blues, By Silvio Vinci) I kept my coat on Long after spring. Kept all your letters, But not your ring. Still got a little fire Deep down in me. You can take the daylight, You can't take the heat. Landlord's at the window, Landlord's at the window, Rain is coming through. He can have the table, And your good chair too....

COSMOPOLITAN By Silvio Vinci Morning train, an open seat, Different voices, same old beat. Coffee cooling in my hand, Another town to understand. A woman laughs across the aisle, I catch the meaning in her smile. The names are new, the feeling’s known— One stop further, less alone. Cosmopolitan, Every street’s a song. I can lose my way And still belong. A table set for two or ten, “Pull up a chair...

**IF YOU’RE BORN A CIRCLE… YOU’LL NEVER BE SQUARE** by Silvio Vinci They handed me a ruler, Said, “Boy, you’re out of line.” I watched the river turning— It never read the signs. They measured out a future And told me where to stand. I folded up their paper And let it leave my hand. If you’re born a circle, You’ll never be square. They can draw their little boxes— You don’t have to fit in there. I...

I've been walking down this road, With a little less to prove. Everybody's talking loud, I just let the music move. Got no reason to explain, Got no promises to make. I don't need another sign, I don't need another sign, I know which road to take. Straight ahead, That's the way I go. Straight ahead, Let the good times roll. No looking back, No second chance. I keep moving on, In my own little danc...

THE BLOOM (reworking by Silvio Vinci with SUNO) I used to leave the curtains drawn, Let the phone ring on and on. A cup gone cold beside the bed, Whole conversations in my head. You came round to get your things, Your favourite coat, your silver rings. We sat down on the kitchen floor. You stayed a little longer than before. You made me laugh, It caught me by surprise. I’d almost lost The sound of...

THE GREEN HEDGES (reworking by Silvio Vinci) You found a gate behind the roses, I could have sworn it wasn’t there. You smiled and slipped between the branches, Left a little daylight in your hair. The houses leaned across their gardens, Their windows turning to the sun. We heard somebody call for dinner, But couldn’t tell which way to run. Through the green hedges, Out of the afternoon, You pull...

THE CASHIER’S BIG ASS (a reworking of an original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci) [Spoken intro] I came in here for bread and butter. That’s all. Now look at this line… Quarter past five at the corner store, Bell went ding when I hit that door. Milk in my hand, loose change in my jeans, She was workin’ that register, cool and mean. Gold hoop earrings, a paperback book, Caught me twice on the v...

THE BALLAD OF THE MONSTER THAT EATS ALONE (2 parte) (Redux) Silvio Vinci He wears his Sunday suit to dine, Complains about the cheapest wine. The kitchen’s cold, the staff have gone; He rings the bell and carries on. The first course cost a field of wheat, The next one took the whole damn street. He sends it back: “A little more.” There’s someone scratching at the door. Feed him the town, feed him...

ONE STEP OVER, reworking of Threshold & Richness Silvio Vinci Five steps down from a crowded street, I felt the floor beneath my feet. The man who took my money smiled: “You look like you could stay awhile.” A woman laughed and took my wrist, Said, “You don’t want to sit through this.” I tried to say I couldn’t dance; She never gave my words a chance. One step over, One step through. Let me lose a...

AFTER THE BELL Silvio Vinci Chalk on my sleeve, mud on your shoes, You had a song you swore was blues. We took the long way through the park And talked of playing after dark. Your brother’s amp, a broken lead, A borrowed room was all we’d need. They told us, “Think about next year.” We only knew the night was here. After the bell, Out in the street, You brought the trouble, I brought the beat. The...

LET IT BURN SLOW (A Reworking of an original instrumental track, Flare Burst And Taper, by Silvio Vinci) Your coat is hanging by the door, Your boots have marked the kitchen floor. The record skips; you let it play. You say you’re leaving. Then you stay. A passing car lights up your face, Your fingers trace a coffee stain. You reach across and take my hand; Outside, the street fills up with rain....

**NICE CRUNCH** *by Silvio Vinci* Last bus gone and the street still warm, Your old red coat hanging over my arm. Behind that door, beneath our feet, Somebody’s bending a straight-line beat. Nice crunch — let it bite, Put a little gravel in the velvet night. Nice crunch — let it roll, A little dirt, a lot of soul. The jukebox coughs and the ceiling shakes, You move like someone who loves mistakes....

**MOVE THREE** (a reworking of an original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci ) They painted morning on the wall And sold us back the rain. My mother keeps a forest seed Where they erased her name. Move three — under the wire, Bare feet, black earth, bone and fire. Move three — out of the line, They own the clocks, but not our time. The loudspeakers are teaching birds To sing without a sky. We pre...

THE GLOBALIST [A reworking of the original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci.] Your money crosses borders, Your fences stop the poor. You toast to peace at dinner, Then sell another war. You wrap a flag round hunger, Give the hungry someone to blame. Two boys in different uniforms— Both dying for your gain. How many graves Before you’ve had enough? You sell the fear, We pay in blood. You count th...

GET OVER THE OAK TREE AND (WAIT FOR ME THERE) [A reworking of the original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci.] Leave the key beneath the flowerpot, Let the screen door swing. Take the photograph you always loved, Leave the other things. I’ve got one more shift to finish, One more debt to square. When the whistle cuts the evening, I’ll be on my way out there. Go on past the oak tree, And wait for...

THE BALLAD FROM ARCADIA (by Silvio Vinci) The gate still leans against the wall, The paint has faded in the rain. I used to think this town was small; Today I walked it slow again. Your name was scratched into the wood, Beside a date I couldn’t read. I stood where we had always stood, And let the years catch up with me. Oh, Arcadia, let me stay, Till the evening turns to blue. I’ve been carrying y...

ATMOSPHERES AND OCEAN Silvio Vinci Clouds drift slowly Across the bay Their shadows touch the water And slip away Let the clouds go by Let the water breathe All that open sky Moving through me Light on the water Salt on my skin The world grows quiet I let it in Let the clouds go by… Let the water breathe… All that open sky… Moving through me…

LORMETAZEPAM MOVEMENT (reworking of instrumental original track by Silvio Vinci) Somewhere between midnight and the morning light… Are you still awake? Quarter past midnight, the streetlights sway. You check your reflection, then dance it away. A hand on your shoulder, a spark in your shoes. Everybody’s talking, but the bass breaks through. Don’t tell me the time, let the hands unwind. There’s a p...

THE POETIC SIDE OF THE ASS by Silvio Vinci I brought a book of borrowed lines, you brought the rain in on your shoes. I tried to talk about the stars; you said, “Put on some rhythm and blues.” I had a theory about love, you had your feet up on my chair. The record crackled, you leaned back— my words went nowhere in the air. Slow down, baby, let the whole world pass. A little velvet, a little brass...

THE GARG BINGE (by Silvio Vinci) Garg came walkin' down the line, Got a crooked smile and a funky mind. No money, no shoes, no place to go, Just a pocket full of rhythm And a soul full of soul. The Garg Binge! Oh, the Garg Binge! Too much trouble, Too much swing! Too much rhythm, too much wine, Too many women, not enough time. Doctor said, "Boy, you're doing fine!" Garg just laughed And crossed th...

OAKLAND TABLA (reworking of instrumental original track by Silvio Vinci) Saturday, the working week is done, we’re coming over, one by one. Move the table, let the music play, we’ve been waiting for this day. Grandma sings and everybody knows where that winding melody goes. Far from India, beneath another sky, we lift our hands and let it fly. Oh, Oakland Tabla, take us round and round. Bring a li...

Before The Sea Had A Name by Silvio Vinci

FREE ZONE (reworking of instrumental original , track , Free zona, by Silvio Vinci) Half a moon across the floor, Someone laughing just next door. You draw circles on my sleeve, I forget I meant to leave. Free zone… Let the outside go. Free zone… We can take it slow. There's a record wearing thin, Let it end, then start again. You say nothing, I say less, Let the rhythm do the rest. No names. No p...

Lee Cooper (reworking of original instrumental track , Lee Cooper 's Wife's, by Silvio Vinci & Luigi Cattani )