Backroads is made possible by the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund with money by the vote of the people November 4th, 2008.

Kind of a slow ballady thing.

I've been trying to be the light, I've been trying to say things right and I've been trying to figure out what this life is all about.

I've been trying to let you go, so I can find my flow, I've been trying to let you know that I'll, I'll always be your stone.

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We may fuss and we may fight, but that don't mean one of us is right.

We may not try to comprehend what the other did intend.

I been trying to let you go, so I can find my flow.

I've been trying to let you know that I'll, I'll always be your stone.

You've got your demons, I've got mine, maybe one day they'll get in line.

Till then I've got to go, but I hope you always know.

I've been trying to let you go, so I can find my flow.

I've been trying to let you know that I'll, I'll always be your stone.

I'll always be your stone.

I'll always be your My name is Severio Mancieri.

I'm from Duluth, Minnesota.

My music is a mix of blues, folk, jazz, rock, Americana.

Kind of like a mosh project of all my influences put together, very guitar groovy driven.

When I first started playing music I was probably, well I started playing piano when I was six, so it's been about 20 years, for most of my life.

Well, I say goodbye to you as I leave, you sit there in such disbelief, you know me I've got to go and I know you that you thought you could keep me close.

Where does that leave us now, with me so far away and you stuck in the now, where does that leave us now, with me long gone and you closer somehow.

Well I was up late last night with myself, do I need to go to be somebody else.

You were up late last night with yourself, should I hold on.

Where does that leave us now, with me so far away and you stuck in the now.

Where does that leave us now, with me long gone and you closer somehow.

We both went our separate ways, never to see the other again, maybe that's what we both need, maybe we are already free.

Where does that leave us now, with me so far away and you stuck in the now.

Where does that leave us now, with me long gone and you closer somehow.

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I started playing guitar probably when I was in fifth grade, so 11, 12, 10 right around there, took to it just like that.

Piano kind of like took a wayside to the guitar.

I would play for eight hours a day.

For the first couple years, I played by ear.

My dad actually showed me some chords and stuff like that.

I had a teacher probably from when I was 15, who showed me blues stuff and then I had a second teacher when I was 16 or 17 who showed me jazz and theory and how to read how to read music for guitar.

Something like this.

You say I'm lucky.

Yeah I'm not the only one, a thousand smiling faces couldn't block out your sun.

What am I supposed to do when the world comes crashing down, it might be apparent my luck has run out.

You give me a reason to carry on, you give me a reason to write this song.

You say I'm lucky, well I've got news for you, it's not what you think, it's just what you do.

What am I supposed to do when the world turns so blue, we're all lucky just to push on through.

You give me a reason to carry on, you give me a reason to write this song.

You say I'm lucky, well I don't know.

I've been trying for years now just to get with your go.

What am I supposed to do when the world turns so cold.

I hide myself away to shoulder my load.

You give me reason to carry on, you give me reason to write this song.

They were so in love, they rose up above.

He fit her like a velvet glove, she fit him like the sky above.

They met where the moon meets the sea, They met where the land meets the trees.

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They moved so far away, into the trees and away from yesterday.

And the river runs along side the bank and the children run home every day.

They met where the moon meets the sea.

They met where the land meets the trees.

They rose the children nice and strong, so they could take the world on as one.

They retired to the cabin in the woods, they found their meaning in the way all people should.

They met where the moon meets the sea, they met where the land meets the trees.

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Songwriting for me is when inspiration hits.

It's not there.

I don't set aside time during the day to write.

I mean mainly because I'm, I can't.

I'm busy but I just you know something will hit you in your day.

When you like you'll see something in the world and you okay that could be some sort of idea and then got to get it down quick before it goes away so.

Something like this.

A million miles across the sea and land so free to be.

I took off from port with my hat on my head, the crow in the sky and the sun shining red.

Hey mister where you going today, can I tag along before I lose my way.

Hey mister where you gong today, can my way tag along before it loses me.

I'm out, six days out, a wave came crashing down, it broke my heart when half the crew drowned.

The captain said to me, boy you gotta learn how to sail.

before you can go to the land we must prevail.

Hey mister where you going today, can I tag along before I lose my way?

Hey mister where you going today, can my way tag along before it loses me.

We sailed into port, worse for the wear, half of my clothes I dare not wear.

The captain said to me boy you did good.

Now go and find yourself some livelihood.

Hey mister where you going today, can I tag along before I lose my way.

Hey mister where you going today, can my way tag along before it loses me.

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The thing we hold onto, alludes us like it ought to and how we try to understand what moves us is what makes us human.

It ain't a mystery, it ain't philosophy.

It ain't salvation, it ain't foundation.

It's love.

Instrumental It's love.

love, it love love We search for it everywhere.

We find it when we least care.

We hope to grow old, with the one who ignites our soul.

It ain't a mystery, it ain't philosophy, it ain't salvation, it ain't foundation.

It's love love love Instrumental.

If you find it, take it slow, don't rush it lest you let it go.

If you have it think about what your life would be like on the other side of the clouds.

It ain't a mystery, it ain't philosophy it ain't salvation, it ain't foundation.

It's love.

Performing for me there's definitely a reciprocal aspect to it with an audience and you know you can tell when you've touched something inside of them because I think music is sort of like the great equalizer you know what I mean, there's an emotive part of it that if you're doing it right, everybody can feel it.

You're trying to convey an emotion to a group of strangers and you're hoping that they sort of get it and they understand where you're coming from.

It's just kind of part of the the human experience.

I wanna know how you feel behind those blue eyes of yours.

I wanna know how you feel, let me open that door, take a minute let me see, we could find out all that we could be.

Take an hour take a day, don't let yourself get carried away.

It'll take a minute to let me waste your time to see what you're doing here.

It'll take a minute to let me waste your time.

I can see the end is near.

I took a walk to ease my troubled mind.

The sun said hey where you goin' it's not your time.

I took that train headed west, I didn't know where I was going.

I took that train headed west and when I got there I had even less.

It'll take a minute to let me waste your time, to see what you're doing here.

It'll take a minute to let me waste your time, I can see the end is near.

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I wanna know how you feel behind those blue eyes of yours.

I wanna know how you feel, let me open that door.

Take a minute let me see, we could find out all that we could be.

Take an hour, take a day, don't let yourself get carried away.

It'll take a minute to let me waste your time, to see what you're doing here.

It'll take a minute to let me waste your Instrumental.

Backroads is made possible by the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund, with money by the vote of the people November 4th, 2008.