As always time less than zero. I wrote a new song. It is part of the "Lotto" which is now out of that historic night when I decided to turn off the radio in the car and try to challenge myself to see what I could pull out of interest only singing, for once, starting from the melody then add the lyrics. This piece then in my head for months. And finally 'been "liberated." I also thought parts of the text, and I knew what he was talking. Friday evening I wrote the whole song, sabato l'ho incisa. Ecco qui la prima demo. Tiny Tide - "SHE"
" She was a girl with a mind on her own
She wasn'tsure she was wake and alone
Off on the floor was she called by the night
Fading from a curtain on her humble dressing gown
Here she's walking
Sleepwalking
Night birds and shadows are amazed and turn their heads on while the girl keeps on walking
Souls locked in prison are amazed by such a vision
still hey won't do the talking
and the girl keeps on walking
Through the park and the cold rails
Far away from the montains
She's walking
Sleepwalking
Bedtime stories
Will fad out in the morning
but the girl keeps on walking
Moon ground crowling just to see things falling
on the way of her strolling
but the girl keeps on going
She was a girl with a heart sour and kind
She was so tired of a life so untied
She closed her eyes as she laced off high tops"
Turning to a sudden she's back from Where She started
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