Lyrics from A Journal of Nonsense by Clay Young & Becky Coleman

Dear Nicole

A bit of a muck around, put an old keyboard through a Boss Delay pedal to see how it sounds and built it up from there.  Enjoy

How It All Goes

Pastel Horizons

The whispil of light_01

120324bc2

A new composition........

Lyrics:

Where are the safe places
They seem lost in the shadows
Trust is a whisper, barely holding on
We wander through the night waiting for dawn


Running on empty feeling tired
Searching for a warm and trusting light
Life is a long song, with echoes of pain
Trying to hold onto dreams and perpetual change


Paranoia strikes deep 
Fear and desperation
Where can we find some comfort
In a world so full of pain 


Can anyone really save us
What really happened to love 
Will we ever learn, or just lose all control
With helpless hope, and frozen love 


We are now standing but bound by chains
In search of safe spaces, through struggle and pain
If we throw out the anchors and fade away
Will the world ever remember us

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastering and Production by Tom Hanson

Safe Places (Remaster)

MYOLENA HUNGRY GIZMO scs


A LOVE SONG FOR THE MATCHSTICK MEN 
HUNGRY GIZMO scs

MYOLENA HUNGRY GIZMO scs

night club

Gingdalingbingding, etc.

I Saw the sign - I drew the line
I pondered how the mask defines us
I’ve hidden all my feelings in a vault
I felt like I - should hide not cry
I’m blamed as all the feelings die
She may as well have bathed my wounds in salt

She said - don’t ever let me think about the past
She said - don’t be yourself - so I’m bare foot on cut glass
She said - such angry things - that I hid behind this mask
But you - your eyes

Why blame me for - a life before.
I couldn’t have fun anymore
I never thought that I had done much wrong
I gave support - though she’d purport 
My falsehood in a vocal fraught
With venom that must have been there all along 

She said - don’t ever let me think about the past
She said - don’t be yourself - so I’m bare foot on cut glass
She said - such angry things - that I hid behind this mask
But you - your eyes - negate disguise


Friends never make good lovers
But loves should always be best of friends 
After all of the turmoil
I’m hoping for something that never ends
Something so rare and so perfect
A product of the past for which I’ve made my amends

She said - don’t ever let me think about the past
She said - don’t be yourself - so I’m bare foot on cut glass
She said - such angry things - that I hid behind this mask
But you - your eyes - negate disguise
And you - bring trust - you’ve got me sussed

Gingdalingbingding, etc.

Al Bob Bidwell

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