'Bout My Hometown, words & music by .acious, aka Valerio Marenco.
Written in April 2020
Released April 27, 2023
Recorded and mixed by .acious
all rights reserved.

LYRICS:

Could not be yours,
Could not be less mine..

In the Sunday’s winter afternoons, April’s evenings
And autumns that get me anywhere,
in a step walked don’t minding the new springly coldness
After months closed at home for too much,
You don’t mind if your town is a prison,
‘cause you find how it makes you feel young…

And it’s not yours..
Has to be mine..

in the stayin’out to see orange twilights and pink skies
Skatin’ in circles around,
And it’s late, and I need to get warmed,
But I’m fightin’ the winter that comes..
in the balls lost in too wasted woodlands,
in the bike’s tires erased in the dust..

They’re not yours..
They have been mine..

in the Fridays of pizzas and beers at the old bar
Closed now under flicker lights,
And it’s dying like we do in our cold cars,
Lost in a Saturday night..
Always tryin’ to get out from the prison inside
With the doubt that it may not be right..

And we’ll go..
And we’ll come..

And again we’ll go..
And we’ll come..

in a town-far so waited and wanted, for dreamin’ a 
Last weekend before school’s start..
in a sweater got dirt on the wet ground
For the lonely stars on castle’s grass..
In the cherries screwed out too much early,
Gloom like those June’s summer nights..

Not alone..
If it’s all mine..
All alone..
With all mine..

In these yeartimes when you get awake,
When you clean my mind from webs and let me take a longer breath,
When your warmer winds smellin’ of flowers and cigarette
Make me learn again the value of wastin’ all I planned

I’m not alone..
But how much’s its cost..
And when I try to think about you how much it hurts..

'Bout My Hometown

The Old Lake, words & music by .acious, aka Valerio Marenco.
Written in July 2016
Released April 27, 2023
Recorded and mixed by .acious
all rights reserved.

LYRICS:

Everything we had is just bein’ blown away from here,
Vanished by the frenzy in a choice,
When I told you all my feelings I was gettin’ lost,
Start to think these must be whims of God,

Come back to the old lake when I’m gone..

Too much autumnal twilights wasted on a walk,
Where my hometown streets became unknown,
When I told you all my feelings, drownin’ on the inside,
I was only lookin’ for some life,

Come back to the old lake when I’m gone..

How can you blame me after all those songs we earned?
You knew they talk ‘bout faith but imprudence,
Do you mean that all those notes we breathed down at the county fair,
You mean there wasn’t somethin’ in the air?

I was aware of risks when bettin’ all on life’s roulette,
I had no health remainin’ in my soul,
And I’m so jerk I skipped the one step up for the two back,
I’ll quit and you won’t catch the difference,

Look for me at the old lake when I’m gone..

The Old Lake

Song About You & Me, words & music by .acious, aka Valerio Marenco.
Written in July 2016
Released June 29, 2023
Recorded and mixed by .acious
all rights reserved.

LYRICS:

I know a lakeshore where to go,
I have summertimes to hold,
and a dusty teapot
waiting for you and me,
I have dirty roads to walk,
and foggy afternoons to warm,
and read a boring shojo that
speaks of depressing youth..

I have shopping malls to roam,
I’m full of copybooks to scrawl,
and lots of dinners and breakfasts
time to relish or cook,
or home-delivery pizzas to book,
eternal winter days to let go,
a ton of pop-corns and movies
evenings for you and me..

It’s funny how every year I just throw away
all my summer’s days and nights
waiting for a God’s divine agreement,
and if only I’d wrote to you,
instead of sittin’ on my balcony,
writin’ a stupid
song about you & me

I’ve got a cherry tree to wolf,
a lot of minutes on my telephone,
and all my Saturday nights,
my room which repairs from cold…
and all my Sunday’s mornings to yawn,
a bass, a stereo and a book of chords,
but I lay here doin’ nothin’ at all..

And all I’ve really got is..
And all I’ve really got is..
And all I’ve really got is..
And all I’ve really got is..
And all I’ve really got is..
And all I’ve really got is..
And all I’ve got is a stupid
Song about you & 
me.

Song About You & Me

Mary's 1000 voices, words & music by .acious, aka Valerio Marenco.
Written in April 2020
Released July 27, 2023
Recorded and mixed by .acious
all rights reserved.

LYRICS:

It’s in this darkness where I find my own way,
It’s in this twilight that I managed to stay,
Feel the world turning and reset my brain,
Nothin’ to happen, I’ve found my place,

Lost in a silence made for breathin’ again,
Dustin’ my mind from all those memories of sand,
Stop-breakin’ my soul with showers of pain,
Sounds like a shield to avoid from life’s game,

While I loose my day,
While I feel that everythin’s the same,
Mary comes here..
While the night comes by,
Seems I’m comin’ back to older times
And feel her woodsmell around..

Seal of a brotherhood from earlier days,
Scratches and dust of dreamy evenings of playin’,
Friendly drunk voices, all among the neck,
Old wooden highway where I need to tramp…

 And while I love her on her knotty brown path,
While I remember all my links to the past,
Livin’ a balance between looseness and grace,
Know I must get away, which is the way?

Everyone, at home,
Easy-livin’ on their fearless own,
I really don’t know…

While again I’m here,
Brain destroyed by livin’ in between…
…

The bum is lost,
Knows his journey hasn’t even started,
What has been done?

And he missed his turn,
Everythin’ around him is in ruin,
What is he doin’?
Then I realize I love this spirit of numb,
Sighin’ this sunset head on the ground,
See I don’t manage to stay here anymore,
Weakness that masks useless feelings for home..

I wish I could go..
Maybe there will be time again for home..
And I’m worn,
And Mary is the only way-out from my thoughs,

I become me, there,
Loosin’ and findin’ myself in her,
And maybe I can afford,
To let this day pass like a nostalgic song,

Mary please be my road,
While I try to get out and I’m not sure if it’s what I want,
Or I’ll look for the other corners of the world
Where eternity’s just another chord alone..

Mary's 1000 Voices

Written April 2023.
Recorded August 2023.

LYRICS:
I watch the day that’s passing by
Beside a hospital’s bed
I feel the changes in my life,
And more than hurtin’, it scares..

I will come home again at night,
It won’t feel homely again,
I fade a little more each time
Beside a hospital’s bed

I know how it feels,
If the only bag you make up in your 20’s is
Full of hospital things…
And the time I waste here is not different,
Doesn’t redeem..

Beside a hospital’s bed..

And I still recognized my father
Beside a hospital’s bed,
We started reflefctin’ more each other
Breathin’ the meaning of death,

And I still recognized my grandma
Beside a hospital’s bed,
I hate to see her eyes surrenderin’
While she’s forgettin’ my name..

Could it be right?
If the only place where I have doubts of feelin’ fine
Is here by her side..
And with her I start forgettin’ happier times..

Beside a hospital’s bed..

Does love have sense?
What are my memories and how should I use them?
If I see their end..
I even don’t know who I am…
And nothing change,
I find I’m useless even there…

Beside a hospital’s bed

I watch another day gone by,
It has been empty again.

Beside A Hospital's Bed, words & music by .acious, aka Valerio Marenco. Written in April 2023 Released August 31, 2023 Recorded and mixed by .acious all rights reserved.

Beside A Hospital's Bed

Written August 2021.
Recorded April 2022.

LYRICS:

I’d like to give this day a sense,
While I pull my sweater on,
Tired to recognize that the plan is to get 
down and lost once more,
And it’s happening since so much,
Since those darker afternoons,
Fire, TV and toys at grandma’s
Gettin’ warmed and safe from school,

Sometimes I don’t like to get back,
I’m too much hurted by myself,
But this autumnal-to-winter wind blows back the 
ghostly smells of past,
Into my dusty sad hometown,
Into the photos in my room,
I’m pretty sure this is the price for wastin’
So much time at home…

I have to give this day a chance,
And try to carry somethin’ on,
But when these cloudy skies surround me
I find warmness on my own,

And my hometown becomes hell,
And my room becomes a cell,
 And my teenage dreams wake up
To chain my lifetime from advance..

I can do nothing to proceed,
And doin’ nothing fears,
And my guitar makes no sound..
And all around is grey,
Everythin’ seems to brake,
I’m a pretender, when winter comes..

I have to give this day a verse,
Or give it up and get a job,
It could be easier just surrenderin’
To the sameness drowned in morgue,
And delete my name from dreams,
And forget what is not real,
And pretend a sense of happiness 
Like other people live…

I wish I could do it,
I know I can’t do it,
And in the middle I am gone..
And outside it’s grey,
Guess I can waste the day,
I still surrender, when winter comes..

I am the only tricked,
If anything is changing to me,
If it’s called passion, why it makes me down?..
Wheater seems to know,
And in this twilight I find home,
I’m not a stranger, when winter comes..

No, I won’t give this day a chance,
But I’ll turn on my GameBoy games,
And find anythin’ on TV that could bring me to those days,
And in the sadness I’ll find peace,
In the fireplace I’ll find fears, 
I can remember, when winter comes..

How could I avoid the past that comes,
If I’m still here locked down?

…

I’d like to give this day a song,
But I won’t,
I’m still a stranger, when winter comes…

When Winter Comes

Written February 2022.
Recorded September 2023.

LYRICS:

In the times known for troublesome plannings
I decided to plan other’s life
In the years you get stocked in your mind walls
Would have learn to plan’ em on my side,

Was the architect who didn’t feel home,
Was the architect who didn’t have one,
Was the architect who didn’t need home,
Was the one who didn’t know…

When the world locked me down in my bedroom
I realized I became a false bound,
When my home days just turned into numbers
Recognized I’m a stranger in town,

I’m the architect who doesn’t find home,
I’m the architect who’s losing his one,
I’m the architect who doesn’t feel home,
And I fall…

When the people ‘round me started fadin’,
I realized my plans were getting down,
When my family regrets turned one more
Was not able to plan a way out,

I’m the son who can’t find his own home,
And the architect who can’t plan his one,
And the architect who can’t build his own,
And no one will never know…

And now I don’t know…
If I am anyone..
And I fall..
While I don’t plan my ground…
And I see..
Things that change without me..
And I’m close..
While I don’t plan my door..
And I skid..
Didn’t plan to believe…

I’m the architect with no time to plan,
And the architect who can’t plan his time,
And the architect with changes to hide,
And I’m not on my side..

The Architect

Written July 2022.
Recorded April 2023.

LYRICS:

Took her diary when I had things to face,
Read her diary just to know me again,
Took her diary to find somewhere to go,
Read her diary to find somethin’ to know..

Into her diary I feel lost souls to hug,
Into her diary I find anythin’ but us,
Into her diary I don’t have to pretend,
Into her diary there’s a safe place to land..

Rings the bell of Capri, and the lights of Barcelona,
While we dream a movie-life that’s not for us…
Not like in her diary, where she notes our time that’s flowin’,
And where anythin’s decided from the start..

Into her diary I need somethin’ to gain,
With her diary I will find my sustain,
Into her diary I need somethin’ to add,
With her diary there’s still somethin’ to catch…

I don’t know what I’ve to look for,
I don’t know what I’ve to find,
I don’t know if recognizable-me’s inside..

I don’t know if I’m still runnin’,
I don’t know if I believe,
I don’t know if there’s still anythin’ for me…

Found the page that shows missin’ of change,
Fear the one that has still things to say,
Turned the one full of silence that scares,
Missed the one full of things flown away,

Loved the one with all those shades of her,
Into her diary we’re still stupid as there,
Wrote a thing on the last one that says
Into her diary I’ll deserve to remain…

'Bout Her Diary

Written December 2021.
Recorded April 2023.

LYRICS

I was fool in rebornin’ old habits,
I had something to carry somehow,
I was wrong in believin’ that Christmas 
could be found in my town…

Did I guess it’s still here?
Did I use younger eyes?
Did I hope we should have been earned quiet
In these strange times?
Like a fool who believes in old movies…
Didn’t know I was the cause,
Was not ready for this…

I was misunderstood with my old ghosts,
When they came to convince me that I
I had somethin’ to prove to my daddy
Stocked in that house..

Didn’t know how he felt,
Didn't know what he thought,
Didn’t know if he already surrended,
If he knows me anymore..
Now I feel he’s a part of my failures…
Now he knows I’m the cause,
Won’t be ready for this..

Can’t escape from my old Christmas’ feelings,
Can’t forget how much happier they were,
I just tried to believe a fake-Santa
Could bring joy once again…

And I cannot forget,
I have only regrets,
I don’t know how to challenge the time that
That’s makin’ things change..
And don’t manage to trust in my love’s words..
She says “you’re not the cause,
Can’t be ready for this…”

Like for several times at the doorstep,
Contemplatin’ the no-sense of life,
It is funny that world just decided 
To stop for a while..

Can pretend to have time,
Or to be understood,
While I perfectly see that the truth is
That there’s nothin’ to proove..
And no reasons will explain my fadin’..
Like a ghost..
Like a one more of these..
..
No more time left for me..

In the silence I turned into loudness
I can hear those I turned into loss,
Cannot perfectly see if there’s daddy, 26 or just more…
And my deepest me silently whispers that there is no cause..

And in fact there’s no me.

The Cause

Written February 2023.
Recorded April 2023.

LYRICS

My life’s a January’s Sunday Afternoon,
The one when rain cleans out the sureness
And lights are lazy too..
My days went out of tracks an passed me through,
I missed the working-life train dreaming,
And nothin’ left is true..

My week’s a January’s Sunday Afternoon,
The same that back in school days didn’t
Let me face the things to do..
And past is something that comes back to loop
My life like I do with my songs, but
They’re still not so useful to

Take me somewhere else,
Where Sundays have more sense,
Away from seein’ my family’s breakdown in pieces
Unable to do anything from just another
January’s Sunday Afternoon…

My dream’s a January’s Sunday Afternoon,
The homework that I’ll only do next
Morning in the bus to school..
My window filters only shades of blue,
I’ve might been trapped in suburbs where I 
Planned I would have left for sure…

And I still don’t know how..
And what should I do now?
And it seems I don’t fight but if they only knew that
The more I fight the more days pass unitll it comes a 
Boring January’s Sunday Afternoon…

My answers are January’s Sunday Afternoons,
My livin’s a G-string that I cannot tune…

I find the sense of life,
In the no-sense of time,
At least of mine…

My future’s a January’s Sunday Afternoon,
With nothin’ left to do…

January's Sunday Afternoon

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