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Non ci puoi fare niente

Musica da spiaggia

Gruppo senza groupie

Falìe

Ol Nì

Dialèt

Piero

2K22

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Dock And Arm

Tomorrow

FINAL SET

Elemental Vol. 5 continues the journey begun in Vol. 1, returning to the meeting point of nature and circuitry where country becomes techno and techno becomes country. The project carries forward the Elemental idea — that music, like weather or landscape, isn’t a metaphor but a living force that moves through us.

The sound remains tactile and porous: guitars still breathe, synths still shimmer, but the pulse runs deeper now, steadier, like groundwater finding its course beneath open fields. The arrangements move between organic drift and machine precision — footstep and kick drum, heartbeat and bassline — tracing a quiet dialogue between wilderness and pattern. It’s not fusion so much as coexistence: a music that sounds both handmade and algorithmic, campfire and circuitry, soil and signal.


Borderland

8:11
TimothyMichaelMusic
16 NOV 2025

V1. 
Eight eleven on a Saturday
I call to check in with my son
I always try to catch him
After his long work week’s done
Some days I leave a message
Others we talk one-on-one
And when his kids join in
Those are my favorite ones

Chorus
Eight eleven on any given night
I turn the porch light on
Another habit I can’t break
Even though the kids are gone
I used to call my momma
But there ain’t a phone line up to heaven
I’m always thinking ‘bout family
When the clock hits eight eleven

V2.
Sunday and Monday at eight eleven
I call my girls to start the week
And chaos always happens
When the grandkids start to speak
It’s fun to make those calls
‘Cos the drives are just too long
But I know at eight eleven
They’ll have their porch lights on

Chorus
Eight eleven on any given night
I turn the porch light on
Another habit I can’t break
Even though the kids are gone
I used to call my momma
But there ain’t a phone line up to heaven
I’m always thinking ‘bout family
When the clock hits eight eleven

Bridge
And my dad still calls me too
Eight eleven any other day
And I always leave the porch light on
If he ever heads my way

Chorus
Eight eleven on any given night
I turn the porch light on
Another habit I can’t break
Even though the kids are gone
I used to call my momma
But there ain’t a phone line up to heaven
I’m always thinking ‘bout family
When the clock hits eight eleven

I’m always thinking ‘bout family
When the clock hits eight eleven






8:11 (2025)

Arancio

Statua

Piero

Luciano Ravasio