UP! - Author’s Notes on the Lyrics
As the author, I’ve always believed that the best way to experience lyrics is to listen—not to explain. Lyrics are not essays. They are open structures, emotional echoes, coded dialogues with the unconscious. I don’t write them to be decoded, but to be felt.
That said, many listeners often ask for a hint. A signpost. A compass. So here it is: not an instruction manual, but my personal reading—my feeling—for what these verses carry. Yours may differ, and that’s not only valid but welcomed. What you find in the lyrics is as important and as true as anything I intended.
Golden Key
Faced with perfection, even the wise crave chaos—Eden’s tidy quiet drives the curious insane. An ironic portrait of free will as both burden and badge, held tightly by souls who aren't ready to retire from Earth’s imperfections.
Saint Martin’s Summertime
A biting critique of opportunists and professional contrarians—always reappearing like looted artifacts.
But just like Saint Martin’s days bring warmth in November, a stubborn hope flickers beneath the cynicism. Maybe among cow-boys on e-bikes…
Blue Book
A metaphor for intellect as our true inner compass—more precise than watches, smarter than gadgets.
Self-determination swings like Erskine’s ride cymbal: precise, elegant, and deeply human.
Royal Pillow Giveaway
A biting satire of lottery culture and the seduction of “effortless success,” dressed in game-show glitter.
Everyone wants the prize—Chelsea lofts, Les Pauls, even City Hall—but the charmed spoon has sharp edges.
Logical Relation
A coming-of-age score for the rational idealist—caught between the thrill of emotions and the call of structure.
Where heart and head hold a jazz-like tension, adulthood becomes a groove to be learned.
Heel and Toe
A dark yet playful road song about disillusionment, false prophets, and navigating collapse with a rhythmic shrug.
Somewhere between a dystopian prayer and a dance step, we heel-and-toe through a crumbling present.
Time Falls
An anti-nostalgic lament for an era that never quite delivered, wrapped in VHS flickers and reruns of regret.
This isn’t a love letter to time—it’s a refusal to let the credits roll just yet.
Oumuamua
A satirical space cruise for the elite and the arrogance to self-claim ownership of asteroids and planets.Think interstellar tourism, designer spacesuits, your dog’s point of view and one last pint before re-entry.
Arcadian Girls
An ode to the women who will rescue the future—not by replicating power, but by redefining it. Against fools and empathy looters, they lead a new dance of renewal and resistance.
Self Portrait
A contemplative inner scan, poetic and sparse, where identity is drawn in crayon under a forgiving sky.
Memory and metaphor intertwine, revealing not a face—but a state of becoming.
As the author, I’ve always believed that the best way to experience lyrics is to listen—not to explain. Lyrics are not essays. They are open structures, emotional echoes, coded dialogues with the unconscious. I don’t write them to be decoded, but to be felt.
That said, many listeners often ask for a hint. A signpost. A compass. So here it is: not an instruction manual, but my personal reading—my feeling—for what these verses carry. Yours may differ, and that’s not only valid but welcomed. What you find in the lyrics is as important and as true as anything I intended.
Golden Key
Faced with perfection, even the wise crave chaos—Eden’s tidy quiet drives the curious insane. An ironic portrait of free will as both burden and badge, held tightly by souls who aren't ready to retire from Earth’s imperfections.
Saint Martin’s Summertime
A biting critique of opportunists and professional contrarians—always reappearing like looted artifacts.
But just like Saint Martin’s days bring warmth in November, a stubborn hope flickers beneath the cynicism. Maybe among cow-boys on e-bikes…
Blue Book
A metaphor for intellect as our true inner compass—more precise than watches, smarter than gadgets.
Self-determination swings like Erskine’s ride cymbal: precise, elegant, and deeply human.
Royal Pillow Giveaway
A biting satire of lottery culture and the seduction of “effortless success,” dressed in game-show glitter.
Everyone wants the prize—Chelsea lofts, Les Pauls, even City Hall—but the charmed spoon has sharp edges.
Logical Relation
A coming-of-age score for the rational idealist—caught between the thrill of emotions and the call of structure.
Where heart and head hold a jazz-like tension, adulthood becomes a groove to be learned.
Heel and Toe
A dark yet playful road song about disillusionment, false prophets, and navigating collapse with a rhythmic shrug.
Somewhere between a dystopian prayer and a dance step, we heel-and-toe through a crumbling present.
Time Falls
An anti-nostalgic lament for an era that never quite delivered, wrapped in VHS flickers and reruns of regret.
This isn’t a love letter to time—it’s a refusal to let the credits roll just yet.
Oumuamua
A satirical space cruise for the elite and the arrogance to self-claim ownership of asteroids and planets.Think interstellar tourism, designer spacesuits, your dog’s point of view and one last pint before re-entry.
Arcadian Girls
An ode to the women who will rescue the future—not by replicating power, but by redefining it. Against fools and empathy looters, they lead a new dance of renewal and resistance.
Self Portrait
A contemplative inner scan, poetic and sparse, where identity is drawn in crayon under a forgiving sky.
Memory and metaphor intertwine, revealing not a face—but a state of becoming.
Golden Key
(P. Montrone)
When you’ll ride
That tall
Elevator
Tense to meet
Your creator
Slide through
The gate
Face
The almighty’s
Wise
First-mate
Think it all
Through
If you’ve
Been true
Lies from Katy
Made you shaky
You’ve only got
A third-grade
Alibi
Sit tight
Be quiet
Stand-by
Waiting for the
Verdict
(It’s )hard now
To predict
If you
Can stay
Or got to go
Your one -time
Eden safari
You and I
Ain’t yet
World-weary
Sailing on
Holding
Our golden key
This ambrosial place
Looks real cool
Smells a bit
Like your
Old school
No
Funky fools
Challenging
Old—age rules
And this is
When
You pray for
A sentence
A grim one
That bears no
Repentance
You can’t
Ignore
Virgil’s tour
Down the core
Intriguing
Friends
Trade amends
Clamor
Mixed with glamour
Trails and
Quirky tales
A clean waybill
Won’t stop free-will
Your one-time
Eden safari
You and I
Ain’t yet
World-weary
Sailing on
Holding
Our golden key
Our Golden key
Sit up
Move fast
Remember
Everything was easy
Once before the start
If all is good
Your check
Won’t bounce
A one -time
Eden safari
You and I
Ain’t yet
World-weary
Sailing on
Holding
Our golden key
Our Golden key
And Now
Armed with
Your dry
Yet
Genteel
Insistence
You query again
To repeat this
Hip dance
Close to your
True domain
Our one-time
Eden’s safari
For you and I
Ain’t yet
World-weary
We’ve still got
Our golden key
We still hold
Our golden key
Golden key
Saint Martin’s Summertime
(P. Montrone)
Wash away your wacky fears
Your sham will pave
This road with tears
In the corner of your eyes
You’ll find my long lost
Causes untied
Textbooks and town halls
Reality checks
Say it all
Where you go
Troubles will follow
Scant alibis until your next goodbye
Down the hall
Ramblers fall
Quarantined crews
Play one more blues
Done for the day
Your last mean trick
Has failed you now
Like a looted artifact lie
Y’ll turn up nearby
Pay as you go my friend
No, you can’t come in tow
No more
Just When
Will it end by
I don’t know
Saint Martin’s
Summertime
Naff amigos and their peers
Gold seekers turned
Poor junketeers
While crowd pleasers in disguise
Inflame more drama
And petty crimes
Cowboys on e-bikes
See you down at
Bar Fifty-Five
Where you go troubles will follow
Scant alibis until your next goodbye
Down the hall
Ramblers fall
Quarantined crews
Play one more blues
Done for the Day
Your last mean trick has failed
You now
Like a looted artifact lie
Y’ll turn up nearby
Pay as you go my friend
No, you can’t come in tow
No more
Just When
Will it end by
I don’t know
Saint Martin’s
Summertime
On this fine day
My waning common sense prevails
Our forgotten lone satellite
Finds our lost White Knight
Pack up and go my friend
Your stunt is reaching its dead end
Right Before my tune will
Fade out
Saint Martin’s
Summertime
Blue Book
(P. Montrone)
In between the book-ends of my life
I noticed a truly slick device
It radiates ultra-wisdom waves
Strong enough to reshape my days
Powered by pure cosmic deja-vu
Ubiquitous greener fuel breakthrough
It augments innate self defenses
Off collective harsh discontents
Call on me if you feel drowned
My rescue-ship moves Earth-bound
My blue book
Keeps track of time
Sharper than your Rolex would
My blue book
Our future’s divine
Standing by Robin Hood’s
Front line
I display my mundane worries
Can I get one more Illy please?
Neuro-centric clean power-bank
One can savor under the mask
Could I be Dante for just one hour
Who would you doom to eternal fire?
My hip tool scans your latitude
Keeping up its fair attitude
Flip the page when you feel tired
There’s no tie required
My Blue Book
Keeps track of time
Sharper than your Rolex would
My blue book
Our future’s divine
Standing by Robin Hood’s front line
My Blue Book
Shines through deep fog
Taller than Pharos stood
My Blue Book
Mysteries unwind
Trust our hook
Come and clear your mind
Your Blue Book
Holds up this groove
Close to how well Erskine would
Your blue book
Just swinging in time
Cross that bridge
Shine the silver dime.
Royal Pillow Giveaway
(P. Montrone)
Today
You came
To play
A brand new thrill
To carry you away
This moon
Is right in tune
Pick your numbers
You can’t lose
One step
Closer to your life of fame
It’s Our legendary game
(of random chance for once)
You’ll bet your proprietary
Hollow stance
Don’t delay
Tomorrow shoot your arrow
To our cool Royal Pillow Giveaway
Your ride to a Chelsea loft
Your dream cruise on Her Majestic yacht
Your fifty-nine Les Paul
And a seat on City Hall
Your way to flee and run
Beyond decay
It’s Our legendary game
(of random chance for once)
You’ll bet your proprietary hollow stance
Don’t delay
Tomorrow shoot your arrow
To our cool Royal Pillow Giveaway
Catchy lottery
Your dreams fade out too soon
Don’t despair
But beware
Of your charmed silver spoon
Tonight’s the night
Your stars are aligned ‘Cause
It’s Our legendary game
(of random chance for once)
You’ll bet your proprietary hollow stance
Don’t delay
Tomorrow shoot your arrow
To our cool Royal Pillow Giveaway
Don’t display your sorrow
Tune your piano
To our new Royal Pillow Giveaway
Logical Relation
(P. Montrone)
Logic as one and two
May last forever
You should know
Rain is over
Now start the show
Reaching to your blue sky
Joy spring’s near
When the daylight awakes me
I will be there
Logic as two by ten
You say whatever
And think you’re clever
Ahead of many
Monday morning
Chasing your golden prey
Today you’ll hear
Of a new frontier
Crossway you’ll clear
Without fear
Walk along gloomy shores
Before dawn
Cut through the clouds
The time is ripe
To sing out loud
Dim SoHo lights
Entrance you
Get up and
Open the door please
Now we know
For what counts
We still glow
Run down that hill
Your bright mind
Enjoys the thrill
No longer complicated
Our time is now
Syncopated
Logic as one and two
May last forever
You should know
Rain is over
Now start the show
Reaching to your blue sky
Joy spring’s near
When the daylight awakes me
I will be there
Logic as two by ten
You say whatever
And think you’re clever
Ahead of many
Monday morning
Chasing your golden prey
Today you’ll hear
Of a new frontier
Crossway you’ll clear
Without fear
Heel and Toe
(P. Montrone)
It’s Time now to drive you home
My friend
Can’t you see this awful trend
Shut tight and lock your door
Tonight
The lucky ones now will be
Alright
You’ve met the healer
Or is he your dealer
Mind breakers
Heart shakers
We recharge all our hopes
Down the Western slope
Vagabond dreamers
Heavy weather ahead
Will it mean the end ?
Heel and toe
How far can we go?
Old walls will raise and fall
Today
Charming lawyers
Will fend their way
A summer snowfall
will say it all
The race we can win
May now begin
You’ve got the stake
It’s no easy bet
Mind breakers
Heart shakers
We recharge all our hopes down the Western slope.
Vagabond dreamers
Heavy weather ahead
Will it mean the end ?
Cowboys and Indians
Every harsh regret
Calls a game reset
Space drifting aliens
Saving all of our souls
Is against all odds
Heel and toe
How far shall we go?
True or False
One day
We will know
Time Falls
(P. Montrone)
I woke up
So tired
yesterday
I Can’t
See the light
In this failed
Screenplay
Today
If you could
Fly me
Back to my
Fun childhood
These were times
For spies
Wait
Look through
His eyes
No , don’t let
this movie end
When time falls
I won’t pretend
A faux classic
Drove me insane
It just made me sick
It missed out the grit
Again
Now’s the time
Folks watch
Reruns
Of Starsky and Hutch
‘Cause what’s lost
Is lost
We’ll soon bear
The cost
No, don’t let
this movie end
When time falls
We won’t pretend
I Will trade you all
My sorrow
Deadline is
Now
Tomorrow
So long
To doomsday
Stump your feet
Right on the beat
The Fee is paid
‘Cause what’s lost
Is lost
We’ll soon bear
The cost
No, don’t let
this movie end
When time falls
We won’t pretend
Oumuamua
(P. Montrone)
I will book my stellar hideaway
Our galactic grand rendezvous
A cereal box surprise got me too
On this
lavishly upscale tour
Dazed in my blue
Fine bespoke Spacesuit
This is haute couture for few
To spin the orbit reef learn the rules
And master all the right moves
And while we shoot away
Time’s relatively warping round us
No gravity
No after taste
They say
Oumuamua we are coming in
We’ve got our landing rights
One post
For all mankind
We’ll
Glide in just for one pint
On me
And Now
from this
newer perspective
I really get my dog’s point of view
The cosmic cure makes
us all better men
Show me your
asteroid tattoo
Uneasy lull
floating in outer sphere
Maybe is time to
head back ashore
Earned our miles we’ll soon
jump on back
To anchor on
our old Moon
And while we shoot away
Time’s relatively
warping round us
No gravity
No after taste
they say
Oumuamua
we are coming in
We’ve got our landing rights
One post
For all mankind
We’ll glide in
Just for one pint
On me
Oumuamua we are coming in
We’ve got our landing rights
One post
For all mankind
We’ll glide in
Just for one more pint
On me
And while we shoot away
Time’s relatively
warping round us
No gravity
No after taste
They say
Light years away
I will find my way
To my old school
Brave and cool
Oumuamua we are coming in
We’ve got our landing rights
One post
For all mankind
We’ll glide in
Just for one more pint
On me
Oumuamua
we’re now closing in
We’ve got our gears outright
Best spot
For a panorama shot
Make sure you sport a smile
For me
Oumuamua we are coming in
We’ve got our landing rights
One post
For all mankind
We’ll glide in
Just for one more pint
On me
Oh Jupiter we are passing by
On our way home tonight
One day
We’ll play frisbee again
In our back yard just
You and I
Arcadian Girls
(G. Alessani-P. Montrone)
When flying up above
Empty glaciers
deep sinkholes
Little did we know
We’ll end up trading roles
When my stolen will
met your red inked quill
Ordered to believe
What still I cannot feel
Coached to follow
An endless dead track
When a fairy swallow
Leads me back
To a place where
Bright life prevails
To a place where I
Bury my bag of nails
Against
Foolish losers
Against
Empathy looters
We’ll disclose
Our future antidote
Arcadian Girls
Will steal the show
Arcadian Girls
They surely know
We’ll dance their tango
One day I’ll carry
Welcoming news
That is all temporary
We’re changing our views
In a world where there’s no
Hard confine
In a world where you’re
Stuck and still
Shine
Against
Foolish losers
Against
Empathy looters
We’ll disclose
Our future antidote
Arcadian Girls
Will steal the show
Arcadian Girls
They surely know
We’ll dance their tango
Earlier today
My secret orchestra led the way
My coherent mind still at play
Close one eye
No need to plead the sky
Seek into yourself and dig the why
Against
Foolish losers
Against
Empathy looters
We’ll disclose
Our future antidote
Arcadian Girls
Will steal the show
Arcadian Girls
They surely know
We’ll dance their tango
Self Portrait
(Mike Mainieri - Lyrics P.Montrone )
He looked over his past
As it were to last
Forever time will move
too blind to prove
Whenever stormy seas
Could hold back our keys
We’ll find the tide
becomes our loyal guide
Beyond forgiving skyes
All too nearing eyes
To find his soul
To see the goal
At last
He smiles before his blue
Crayon
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self portrait
Self portrait
Expanding narrow views
trails he hardly knew
Revealing treasure chests
Our voice Forgets
Far distant eastern winds
Bolster up our wings
What storytellers knit
Can erase and omit
Revealing metaphors
To fair messengers
To find his heart
And spark the start
For now
He smiles before
His blue
Crayon
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self portrait
Self Portrait
Lyrics published by AlfaMusic Studio.
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