Lyrics:

"I won't be there in the morning

I won't be there in the morning
When the sun comes shining in
I won't be the one who's snoring
By your side when you wake up, my dear
But you won't be alone, my darling, no
It's just not going to be me

I won't be the one who slowly
Gets silently up and out the room
Makes your morning tea with honey
And walks back inside trying to make no sound
You'll be staring at the door that's opening
With one eye while you pretend to sleep
You'll be staring at the door that's opening
But you're not going to see me

I won't be the one that you'll hold
Oh, so tight he won't know how to breathe
I won't be the one that you'll call
Late at night when you can't get to sleep
But you, you'll be the one that he loves
'Cause he won't understand the reason you're there
Just because you can't be alone with yourself
Like you couldn't stand your own company
And when, soon, you'll have got tired of him
You'll just call the next one in
(I won't be there in the morning)
'Cause you knew he was there waiting, waiting 
(I won't be there in the morning)
And it's not going to be me

'Cause I won't shelter you"





That strange moment when you realize that something just won't happen (again), regardless of how you feel about it. 
The moment when the past tense appears and takes its own place into your life, never to go again. 
Named after the song by Ray LaMontagne, to which the final lines are referred. 

Shelter (Studio Version)

Lyrics:

"Been lying, bleeding, praying for
A hand to lift me up from the mud
And I've been selling around my lies
And I've been getting nothing back
And, I've been dead, but I'm not done

It's getting foggy down my road
Slowly smoke floats out of my nose
It keeps on adding to the fog
Which was not much, now there's a lot
The less I see, the more I smoke

But I'll be fine
Friend, I'll be crying
Oh, and I'll be flying
Friend, I'll be just mine

So that's the way the story goes
Won't let my song be heard at all
Won't listen to my record, no
Maybe not even when alone
But just its cover; that you'll love

Friend, you'll be fine
Friend, you'll be crying
Oh, and we'll be flying
Sister, lover, friend, we'll be just fine

Ain't it your fault if the curtains are closed?
Ain't it your fault?

You come and seek me
Come and seek me
Come and seek me
Come and seek me

Come on

Come and seek me"



Early One Morning (Acoustic Version)

Lyrics:

"Longing to belong

Longing for a taste of prison
Looking for a house
Looking forward to be home
Longing to be bound

Where's it gone?
If I've ever, ever found it yet
Where's my home?
If it ever may exist here on earth?
Home

I've been to Ireland, but I've never been an Irish man
I've been to church, but I've never been a good man, I'm afraid
I've been travelling, but I've never been a traveler
I've been a-knocking, but they've never let me in, not yet

Where's it gone?
If I've ever, ever found it yet
Where's my home?
If it ever may exist here on earth?
Home

And I've been invited in, but I've almost never stayed too long

I've been a fish, but I could never breathe under the sea
I've been a killer, but I've never had the guts to kill

Where's it gone?
If I've ever, ever found it yet
Where's my home?
If it ever may exist here on earth?
Here on earth

'Cause I've been flying, but I'm never going to be a bird

Longing to belong"

Accounts of a roamer going through life, searching for..well, you know, home, and of how, weirdly enough, he (or she) has definitely been somewhere, been doing something or been someone, as in having a role, but never managed to find a definition. Or a home.


Into The Wild (Studio Version)

Lyrics:

"Once I could control my thoughts
Once I could smile and say hello

They built this grey town around you
Without asking your opinion 
And sell you colours to fight 
The crazy emptyness it gives

They gave you drugs to remind you 
That your life could be much different
And at the same time to refrain you
From doing anything to change it

Sickening"



Doing Our Very Best To Make You Sick (Studio Version)

La Ziatta

Giulio B. is an Italian singer-songwriter based in Florence, Italy.
The Edge Of This Town is the new name to his solo project.
He's also part of the acoustic duo The Black Echoes with fellow singer-songwriter Ben Turner (https://soundcloud.com/benturnerofficial1).
His previous projects include the electro-acoustic duo The Doorsteps (https://soundcloud.com/doorstepsband). 
Starting off busking in the streets of Dublin, he then headed out west to Galway City, soon after the release of his first EP titled 5AM.

Giulio B. è stato definito, nel corso della sua vita, in vari modi fra cui riportiamo i meno offensivi: cantautore, cantante, doppiattore, cantastorie, fautore, impostore e in mancanza di elettricità, anche caricatore.
Per il momento si nasconde dietro il nome di The Edge Of This Town, di cui ignora il significato
(preferiamo non riportare i precedenti soprannomi per decenza nè i prossimi per incertezza) e ha pubblicato un misero EP con sopra cinque canzoni.
Italiano di nascita e, al momento, di vita, si è fatto le ossa per le strade piovose e ventose di Dublino e Galway in Irlanda, dove ha fatto parte dei Black Echoes (https://www.facebook.com/blackechoesofficial/?fref=ts) con il magnifico Ben Turner (https://soundcloud.com/benturnerofficial1) e dei Doorsteps (https://soundcloud.com/doorstepsband) con Alessandro Baro (FenomenAle!!!) e Julio Bernardo (qualunque complimento sarebbe offensivo).
Segni particolari: apparte la circonferenza cranica che gli è valso l’epiteto di “CapoBranco”, segnaliamo un incerto borbottio con il quale usa esprimersi quando non abbaia - pardon, canta-, e una strana tendenza a parlare di sé in terza persona.