Dopamine

And I Drink My Coffee Slowly

Die, Die and Die Again

Bayou Rain

Losing You

It Ain’t Over

11 – Sheriff’s Quiet Paper

Pull Me Into Midnight

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[Verse 1]

Pull me into midnight, love…
let your shadow cover mine.
Let your hands draw constellations
down the curves you want to find.
Every breath you steal from me
makes the room a little slow —
come closer while the world outside
never has to know.


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[Pre-Chorus]

Mmmh… feel the tension rise,
soft as smoke, deep as sighs.
Ohhh… let your heartbeat speak,
touch me strong, touch me weak.


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[Chorus]

Pull me closer, darling… take your time,
trace my body, cross the line.
Mmmh… lose yourself in me,
no control, no gravity.


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[Verse 2]

Your lips write stories on my neck,
heat in every whispered word.
You move slow, like temptation
that wants every sense disturbed.
Let your fingers memorize me,
learn my rhythm, find my pace —
tonight we’re made of hunger
and the secrets that we chase.


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[Pre-Chorus]

Mmmh… feel the tension rise,
soft as smoke, deep as sighs.
Ohhh… let your heartbeat speak,
touch me strong, touch me weak.


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[Chorus]

Pull me closer, darling… take your time,
trace my body, cross the line.
Mmmh… lose yourself in me,
no control, no gravity.


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[Bridge]

Sweat and trembling, tangled breath,
moonlight paints what you undress.
Mmmh… don’t slow down, don’t you break —
one more touch is all it takes.


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[Final Chorus]

Pull me closer, darling… don’t let go,
move like waves, soft and slow.
Mmmh… drown in heat with me,
no more words… just destiny.


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[Outro – whispered]

Mmmh…
ohhh…
pull me deeper…
don’t stop now.


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Pull Me Into Midnight

Окна старых пятиэтажек

Volant Records proudly presents the most daring album of the year—
THE PLAYBOY GALA, the Valentine showcase that transformed Silvio “Silver” Nicastro from a rising crooner into a mesmerist of midnight audiences.

Recorded immediately after his now-legendary 1960 Gala performance, this album preserves the full breadth of Silvio’s charm:
the sly fables, the forbidden metaphors, the hypnotic rhythms, and the sensual crooner elegance that made women swoon and made powerful men shift in their seats.

On the surface, Nicastro sings of Valentine myths, woodland heart-hunters, runaway rabbits, enchanted keys, dancing owls, and countdown nights.
But beneath the gloss, every song holds a secret—
a subtle warning, a coded truth, or a quiet rebellion against the forces pulling the strings of desire in high society.

With a voice dipped in midnight and a smile shaped like a dare,
Silvio performs twelve unforgettable numbers that redefine what a crooner can be.

This is the night he almost got away with everything.

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Following Nicastro’s mysterious death in 1964,
The Playboy Gala gained an almost mythic reputation.

Fans now speak of hidden meanings in every track,
of whispers Silvio buried inside fables,
of coded warnings slipped into dance numbers that the elites didn’t notice.

This remastered edition honors his legacy—
a man who charmed the world,
told the truth through metaphor,
and played the devil’s advocate with a wink.

Silvio “Silver” Nicastro remains a legend not because he survived the night—
but because the night could never silence him.

THE BEAT THAT WALKED ALONE

11 – Sheriff’s Quiet Paper

Whiskey Deacon