Σε νέα έκδοση με τίτλο The Heart – X Edition κυκλοφόρησε στις 10 Νοεμβρίου το πρώτο του προσωπικό άλμπουμ The Heart, o Jimmy Gnecco. Το άλμπουμ πωλείται αποκλειστικά μέσω iTunes.
I want you
And I think you should know, but how
When I don't say nothing out loud
What a mystery
As I watched you walking out the door
You're a mystery
I let you down and now you're gone
I lost you
You ran like the ocean over my head
And I told you, that place in my soul was dead
You're a mystery
As I watched you walking out the door
What a mystery
I let you down and now you're gone
I wanted to tell you, but nothing came out
The time had run out
What a mystery
As I watched you walking out the door
You're a mystery
As I let you down and now you're gone
Το ομώνυμο κομμάτι από το νέο άλμπουμ του Κουβανοαμερικανού Voltaire (Aurelio Voltaire Hernández) Riding a Black Unicorn... (ο πλήρης τίτλος του LP είναι: Riding a Black Unicorn Down the Side of an Erupting Volcano While
Drinking from a Chalice Filled with the Laughter of Small Children! ). Το άλμπουμ που κυκλοφορεί από την 1η Σεπτεμβρίου πήρε τον τίτλο του από ένα σχόλιο ενός φίλου στη σελίδα του στο facebook σχετικό με τη μουσική του.
A darkness falls over the land
Enslaves with a wave of its hand
And I try to see the light through the disease
I try to get up on my feet
Been so long shackled down on my knees
For somewhere deep inside, I know
That fate favors the bold
So tonight, I'm riding a black unicorn
Down the side of an erupting volcano
And I drink, drink, drink
From a chalice filled
With the laughter of small children
When darkness is drowning your soul
And makes you feel alone in the cold
Find me, and grab a hold
This chalice, it overflows
So tonight, you're riding a black unicorn
Down the side of an erupting volcano
And you drink, drink, drink
From a chalice filled
With the laughter of small children
Lords of strength and gods of might
Hand over the reigns
Bless our path that tonight
We find the will to break these chains
And ride!
So tonight, we're riding our black unicorns
Down the side of an erupting volcano
And we drink, drink, drink
From a chalice filled
With the laughter of small children
And the blood and tears of our enemies