| Title | Release Date | Record Label | Track Count | Duration | Genres | Recording Studio |
| Storm at Sunup | July 1975 | A&M | 8 | 35:56 | Progressive Rock, Jazz Fusion, Jazz Rock, Avant Garde, Art Pop | A&M (Hollywood, CA) |
TRACK LISTING FOR “STORM AT SUNUP”:
Storm At Sunup
Love Me Now
Mama Coco
Father And Son
Where Am I Going
Keep On Walking
Love Is A Night
Gettin’ High
STORM AT SUNUP
If I could choose
I’d calm this dawn
But the storm is me insensible and free
Now that you know I’ve come here to go
You’re suddenly sad you’ve been mine
Oh how the lust for love is blind
Now that you see the man that is me
You’re suddenly glad I’ll be gone
Oh how the quest for self is strong
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1975 Almo Music Corp/Giva Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
International Copyright secured
LOVE ME NOW
Yes I know how much you love me
But can’t you realize I’d cause you just pain
Cause men like me capricious and free
Live life alone and confused
Yet loving whoever they choose
Yes I know how much you need me
But I just patronize with this affair
Cause all my life I’ve needed to be
A man with a mind full of craves
Living to learn from each phrase
Love me now while I’m here
Love you this man
Take me as I am
The storm of your life
And hear me out I’ve something to say
Love is a moment in time
And now that it’s yours and it’s mine
Love me now while I’m here
Love you this man
Take me as I am
The storm in your life
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1975 Almo Music Corp/Giva Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
International Copyright secured
MAMA COCO
(Mama Coco) hey you’re lookin heavy
(Mama Coco) ho you’re lookin’ good
(Mama Coco) yes I’ve been getting hungry
(Mama Coco) feed me woman food
Mama Coco
I don’t have fancy shacks or multi-colored cadillacs
But I have three months of loneliness
So mama have a drink relax
Mama, mama so glad to have you here
I love you, love you, Mama Coco
(Oh, Mama Coco) such anticipation
(Mama Coco) ma’am you blow my mind
(Mama Coco) I’m just a male caucasian
(Mama Coco) I’m virgin to your kind
(Mama Coco) h’ya
I don’t get paranoid
I ain’t a horny little mongoloid
All I wanna, wanna, wanna have is a little bit of love and joy
Mama, mama, so glad to have you here
I love you, love you, love you, love you, Mama Coco
Oh Mama
Mama, mama, so glad to have you here
I love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, mama coco
Mama Coco
(Mama Coco) hey, you’re lookin’ heavy
(Mama Coco) oh you’re lookin’ good
Mama Coco, Mama Coco, Mama Coco
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1975 Almo Music Corp/Giva Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
International Copyright secured
FATHER AND SON
Once in a life there comes a man like you
And you bear a son so much like yourself
And it’s hard to believe that he’s a grown man
But pop I understand
Once every night I thank my lucky stars
You’ve given me some guiding light
But there comes a time when a father and a son
Can no longer be as one
It took me so long to recover
From the pain of having denied the love I once relied upon
It takes more than time to discover
That for both the young and old
The truth is sometimes cold but right
This is my life
And I’ve got to hold my own
Even if it means hurting us both
And the wrongs become right when
We stop and wonder how
Look at us
We’re better friends now
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1975 Almo Music Corp/Giva Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
International Copyright secured
WHERE AM I GOING
Where am I going
Have I gone to far
Have I lost my mind
Where are my eyes
Oh have I seen too much
Have I lost my touch
Losing directions from growing infections
Poisoned desires of reaping life so young
What will I be like
When my head is bare
And my legs are weak
Will I be strong or barely keep alive
When I’m thirty-five
Reaching dimensions that shatter conventions
Leads me to fear that I’m growing old too soon
With every step and every breath
It’s farther from youth and closer to death
And that things I’ve realized
Now beckon me to shut my eyes
And I will grow to the age of maybe eighty years
In such little time
With this venturous mind
What am I saying
Don’t I know myself from experience
I’ll never change
Nor cease to sail the sky
Till the day I die
I’ll come to conclusion with fear or illusion
I’ll live how I feel
Cause no matter how fast or how slow
Youth will go
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1975 Almo Music Corp/Giva Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
International Copyright secured
KEEP ON WALKING
I gotta keep walking to someone I love
This empty heart’s in jeopardy
Living without you
It seems I keep falling for someone somewhere
One single hope someone real
Keeps me hangin’ on
Now I really don’t mind that it’s been so long
If somewhere in this world you exist
And it really won’t seem like it’s been so sad
Just as long as I know I’ve been missed
Time is on my side
Cause somehow I know you’re there
Baby I’m talking ’bout someone like you
I love you in my loneliness
And it keeps me walking on
I’ve gotta keep walking to someone I love
My faith in your reality keeps me hangin’ on
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1975 Almo Music Corp/Giva Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
International Copyright secured
LOVE IS A NIGHT
Hangin’ out in New Orleans
Diggin’ on the bourbon scenes
Just feelin’ the vibes of the oncoming days
There ain’t no texan chaparral
To hide away all those southern belles
Just thinking about that georgian gal conjures a craze
Love is a night
Who really cares if it’s wrong or it’s right
And all that I care
You’ve been some life and love I could share
Got a thing in Tennessee
She ain’t about to marry me
There’s never been a time she says yes and means no
I had a case in carolin’
From makin’ love on rose wine
It’s strange how my loves, how they come and they go
Love is a night
Who really cares if it’s wrong or it’s right
And all that I know
You’ve been some life and love on the road
Love is a night
I only know the moment is right
As for the ladies I’ve known
They mean so much when you’re all alone
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1975 Almo Music Corp/Giva Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
International Copyright secured
GETTIN’ HIGH
I don’t care much for smokin’ weed
You know I’m a man of a different breed
I don’t thrive on drinking alcohol
‘Sides I’m feelin’ much too tall
Gettin’ high
Gettin’ high
Gettin’ high
And I don’t mean I’m gettin’ stoned
I was just a buckin’ bronco bomb
I loved me a billion black and blue eyed blondes
I never thought I could change
Yep sure is pretty strange
Gettin’ high
Gettin’ high
Gettin’ high
On something I’ve never known
I’ve got a babe of my own
Gettin’ high
I’ve got a babe of my own
I’ve got a girl of my own
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1975 Almo Music Corp/Giva Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
International Copyright secured
Credits
Arranged By [Synthesizer String & Horn]: Gino Vannelli and Richard Baker
Art Direction: Roland Young
Backing Vocals: Ross Vannelli, Sally Stevens
Congas, Talking Drum: Sergio Pastora [Sergio Pastora Rodriguez]
Design, Photographed By: Bob Seidemann
Drums: Graham Lear
Electric Guitar: Jay Graydon
Electric Piano, Piano [Acoustic], Synthesizer: Gino Vannelli
Engineer: Tommy Vicari
Engineer [Assistant]: Ed Thacker
Harmonica: Don Bailey
Management: BNB Associates Ltd.
Mastered By: Bernie Grundman
Organ, Synthesizer [Bass], Synthesizer: Richard Baker
Percussion: John J. Mandel
Producer, Arranged By: Gino and Joe Vannelli
Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone: Jerome Richardson
