Hipnotix

The Train This Morning

Distante

Mars (remix)2,020,201BC

Wallet Full of Plastic (G. Di Nunno)

Born under a full moon, set footprints around here
Took the tone of madness, and made it very clear
Worked hard on a get-by, gave Jesus a last prayer
Wrapped the gifts in chances to thank him for his care.

Could have told you life's not easy
Though it sometimes can even out
Catch a break at the next hoedown
Where you might hand someone your doubt
With your pocket full of change,
And my wallet full of plastic.

Small towns are the barroom, stand up or you sit down
All the stories told there, the paradise they've found
Street drifter to nightlight, hands holding a thin bone
Wanting love to blossom, 'til the angels call them home

Repeat: Could have told you...

Wind blows the dust
The feeling's in the soul
That's how it is around here
Ooooh
There's no surprise
Unless it's linked to chain
Religion dries the tears
I came back, but I'm leaving again.

Church hymns and a strange twist, home folk just like myself
There reward is heaven, a Bible on the shelf
Sounds echo through tall trees, sweet music by tough love
Interlocks the fiber that makes them good enough.

Repeat: Could have told you...

All content written and performed by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2002, 2023
A song with a lot of religion references, but it is about more than that.

#4. Wallet Full Of Plastic

Icy Cold Gut Instincts

Suspicion

O
yea
Rooftop oasis
emerge in the spaces 'tween every skippin beat
this rooftop heat
...has got me sweatin
sugar lips of pure confection
dippin curves above my hips
lick the sugar from my lips
on this rooftop oasis
yea
on this rooftop oasis warm and still
beneath the night upon this makeshift stage
and strung up candle light
dimming down the starry canopy when you think of me
will you savor me
and I'm driftin off in wispy trails of exhaled hopes and dreams
just to breathe them in again the smolderin and obscene
yea
Rooftop oasis
emerge in the spaces 'tween every skippin beat
this rooftop heat
...has got me sweatin
sugar lips of pure confection
dippin curves above my hips
lick the sugar from my lips
on this rooftop oasis
Far away I slumber
in the space between skipped beats
and I am liftin
and I am driftin off
to the rooftop oasis heat
O baby when you think of me
O will you savor me

yea
Rooftop oasis
emerge in the spaces 'tween every skippin beat
this rooftop heat
...has got me sweatin
sugar lips of pure confection
dippin curves above my hips
lick the sugar from my lips
on this rooftop oasis

Sugar From My Lips (amp)

On Our World
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Recorded and produced  
by greyshoes#music-berlin 
05/2023

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Artwork by P. Werzlau
Behind The Dunes, (detail)
Mixed media on canvas

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Nah Fern //Session 7 I On Our World

Nah//Fern Session #7

I wrote this song after seeing pictures of my parents' home on Zillow.

Come and Go (Demo)

OneHandPiano n°2  by Marco Lucchi

I added Vocaloid singing to Marco Lucchi's piece " OneHandPiano n°2"(https://soundcloud.com/marcolucchi/one-hand-piano-n2-you-to-play-with-if-you-like-it).
I would like to thank Marco for giving me this opportunity.

夏至きたる花の影落つ石壁に
The summer solstice has arrived.
Shadows of flowers fall on the white stone walls.

Art work: Xenia Sarapulova via Pixabay

Marco Lucchi  "One - Hand - Piano N°2"

Alexander's Short March

Grey Shoes is 
 Peter Werzlau & Friends. 
Artist/musician,
 living and working 
 in Berlin.
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Thank you for listening.

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