1. |
Bo Weavil
02:24
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(trad. / arr. Laino)
Rollin' down the way Bo Weavil
Rollin' down the way...
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2. |
Boogie Tale
03:16
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Dirty dirty things
along these streets I'm bound to
despite what people are saying
and what I'm thinking
along this road I'm riding
along those strange mountains
rolling on and on
rolling on and on and I'm in (it)
yeah sinking sinking down
we all are thinking
we all are running
while we're are sleeping
we all are burning down
burning burning down
burning burning down
burning burning down and I'm in it
chatting chatting around
not in the dark sky
not in my cold room
not in this town I'm leaving
not in my dad's house
nowhere but in this car
chatting chatting 'round
chatting chatting 'round and I'm in it
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3. |
Fate of a Gambler
03:45
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(Laino / Alfonsi)
I feel my wrecked soul is breathing hard today
under this heavy sky
playing all the time
with no friends of mine
I just need to have a busy mind
well I just don't care...
Wearing my obsessions is all I got
leading out my pain
living day by day
I forgot how to pray
there's nothing I can do and I don't know what to say, Lord
I remember my mama used to say:
“You better stay away from
those games I tell you
son there's a gambler
root in your blood”
And I answered:
“Sure mama I can't do
nothing about it
those roots in my blood are
getting my soul”
Now I try to remember when that day
my mind was so young, I knew how to pray
down on my knees I was begging the saints
to tear down the signs that were planted on my way
I say planted on my way like road signs that says
“roots are quite hard to extirpate”
Now I tell you people I began to realize
There was too much fun to gamble with fate
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4. |
Old Tape of Memories
05:01
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(Laino / Alfonsi)
Road, hard road
I'm walking on an old road
I left my shoeshine back
while I was thinking about my past
Streets running by
remind me of some old times
when things were happening
like a child I stood and stare
'cause memories are strange
hiding in some place
way back in time
like the steps in our life
I wonder why
some people don't remind
what it came like a song
or in the sleep when I was young
It's an old tape of memories
an old tape I've lost
yes it is...
Hiss on a tape
talks about my fate
indeed about my past
that disappear too fast
Right in the place I'm in
a room stuffed with
books, things and sounds
chasing me all around
Shearing is beating hard
on his piano in my backyard
with a silly little smile
Kerouac by his side
Brought out of a song
things that belong
to a time that is gone
is it mine or is it yours?
It's just a room full of memories
an old tape I've lost
It's just an old tape of memories
an old tape I've lost
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5. |
The Dust I Own
04:10
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(Laino / Alfonsi)
Seems the past is knocking on my door today I'm walking
these dusty roads are going to make me think
The taste of what I once was made of
is running through my skin and open my eyes
Now I see all the sad things and all the grace
has grown from my head down to my heart
This is how I feel, today
Sad and grateful, today
Collecting stones and bones
Past is like the dust I own
Would you please tell me how did you feel when
I betrayed you my friend just because
The place where I used to hide myself
is getting smaller and smaller once again
Sometimes I feel the sun is shining
over my aching shoulders and I can live again
Don't know how I feel, today
It's kind of sad and grateful, today
Collecting stones and bones
Past is like the dust I own
There's an empty bottle and another one's full of wine
There are feelings that sometimes it's hard to keep hiding
I counted all my days just trying to grow old
but I’ve found a way today I can use to rise above
I feel the past is covering my shoulders like dust (x2)
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6. |
On the Wood
05:19
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I feel blue in the morning
I feel blue in the evening
I'm on a train that is riding far away
Some people talk about glory
others talk about lies
what makes me think of you
makes me drink sometimes
The drums are rumbling
Look at the colors at the fair
A dwarf is juggling
I can see they are going home
Balloons are drifting
over the child's hair
it's red and blue the color
soundtrack of my despair
As I walk through the saloon
I see a cowboy dummy
Alabama song is playing
it's my heart that is humming
I feel my heart that is swinging
I see a rose that is fading
no one knows what I'm saying
'cause I'm going insane
I can hardly betray
the one who’s calling on my name
I can feel it is the same
we carved on the wood that day
on the wood that day
on the wood that day
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7. |
What Once Was Dead
03:46
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Oh when I wake up
don't know what to do
but sometimes I say that
wanna do it with you
Down in my belly
I can feel my head
is turning back to
what once was dead
Well now I'm laid down
down in my bed
trying to forget
what once was dead
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8. |
Can't Wake Myself Up
04:07
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A tree is knocking at my door
I see a message on the floor
it says “you can fly till the shore”
But it's a dream that’s going on
a dream I'm living on
a dream we're hangin' on
but I can't wake myself up
Leaves are growing in my shoes
from here I can see all the skulls
left on the road by the fools
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9. |
Pay Day
04:31
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(John “Mississippi” Hurt / arr. Laino)
Well I did all I can do
but I can't get along with you
I'm gonna take you to your mamy
Pay day, pay day, pay day
There's a rabbit in a log
and I got no rabbit dog
and I can't stand to see that rabbit get away
Get away, get away
Just about a week ago
I stole a ham of meat
I'm gonna keep my skillet greasy if I can
If I can, if I can
Now the hounds are on my track
I got a knapsack on my back
I'm gonna make it to my shanty before day
'Fore day, 'fore day
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Laino & Broken Seeds Italy
Laino & Broken Seeds is a musical journey through the shamanic and archaic side of the blues. Inspired by southern lands,
muddy rivers and vintage equipment, the raw electric resonator of Laino tell stories of lost memories, dizzy dreams and dusty records.
After the EP “Broken Seeds” released in 2014, the band produced “The Dust I Own” (2017, off label records).
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