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Solo Piano - Chris Bright

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La Despedida

No hay Tiempo para el Dolor (Instrumental)

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Dedicated to my late father. It's grief in music.

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Remember

Oh, What a Sweet Release (Art~Whimsically Yours & AirieLynn) [432Hz]

It’s been a long, long time, Baby
since you told me we were done
and I'm running out of rhyme
I haven’t written any song
except for this one
but we both had such fun, baby
and we’d only just begun
to know a love that rivaled
anything under the sun
anything under the sun...

And I don't understand
what you had in
your loving plan
because you told me
'i was your man."
and then off you ran.

Knowing I'd miss
holding your hand
and I'd be left a
lonely guy...banned
from all your kisses that
were not contrived
I thought that love had
finally revived
all my hopes to
have a lovely wife
but we did not survive........

It felt like a knife, baby
crippling my life
I went from sure delight
to endless lonely nights
with no hope in sight.

It was like taking a dive
into-ice-cold water
on a frigid day
with no place
to get warm again
because you went away.

The only thing
that's left to say
is that someday
you're gonna pay
for how you
left me that day

You'll find the man
of your dreams
but he won't be
what he seems
and pain will
come to stay.....
just like it did
when you sent me away
and you'll remember
just how you made me pay
forever and a day...baby
forever and a day...... baby

I still don't understand
what you had in
your loving plan
because you told me
"I was your man." and 
then off you ran
I don't know if I can 
stand it but when it 
comes to love 
you can't demand it
so I guess I'll just 
hand it back to you 
and bid you adieu
I guess I'll bid you adieu
but I can't believe it
I just can't believe it
Love always dies so hard
so hard........   


Fantastic Music Composed & 
Played by Chris Bright--©-2021
Lyrics and Vocals Written & Sung
by-Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2021
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
photo credit to: Google free images

"There Is No End To Love."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III

You promised me 
we'd always be,
together in love 
eternally.........
You turned me on
but then you turned on me,
so now I've set you free....

Chorus- 

Straight out of my heart 
I've ripped you free like a thorn,
to stem that flow of pain
from our love that was torn,
there's no band-aid that'll cover,
wounds left by parting lovers,
the only cure's to find another
come morn......

It's pointless to 
pursue bad love,
when the finish line awaits
trying to catch failed dreams 
in a useless chase,
I will only lose that race.

Bridge-

It's best to turn and walk away,
and hold my head up high,
when there is nothing left to say,
and that's the reason why....

Chorus-

Straight out of my heart 
I've ripped you free like a thorn,
to stem that flow of pain
from our love that was torn,
there's no band-aid that'll cover,
wounds left by parting lovers,
the only cure's to find another
come morn......

I hope you'll 
blossom somewhere else,
I've seen you at your best,
but at your worst 
you brought this time
to shed what I possessed....

Chorus-

Straight out of my heart 
I've ripped you free like a thorn,
to stem that flow of pain
from our love that was torn,
there's no band-aid that'll cover,
wounds left by parting lovers,
the only cure's to find another
come morn......

Marvelous music composed &
played by-Chris Bright ©-2024
lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2024
photo by unsplash.com

"Straight Out Of My Heart."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III

Father Time is the Reaper, 
the stalker, the creeper 
like a Mickey slipped into 
your cup of life sipped. 
stealing endless, lost chapters 
of your life not yet writ, 
he's a thirsty bookkeeper 
and your dreams are his tit.. 

He shadows you daily, 
like a demon, not frailly 
even now he assails me, 
it's his tocking that ails me. 

He covers his face with 
his hands trying to hide, 
what little is left, 
and what's gone…. you're denied. 

Many Eons ago 
where no time was kept, 
the tribes were at peace, 
with no schedules to sweat, 
no alarms when they slept, 
but when time came they wept. 

First the sun dial 
cast shadows that 
shortened their days 
lengthening into nightmares 
disrupting their ways. 

Just imagine if no one 
had ever found time, 
there would be no rush hours 
all our lives lived sublime, 
no appointments to meet, 
when we got there 
we got there, 
no metronome beats 
that at times we can't bear. 

No re in re-lax 
we'd be lax all the time, 
but wait since there's no time, 
I can't use that line. 

Time to go would become, 
why not stay, what's the hurry? 
animals don't know time, 
leaving them with no worry. 

Time is our cruel slave master, 
we work fast but that bastard, 
demands even more, 
happily never afters, 

Death has no need for time, 
He comes when he wants, 
It’s our counting our days 
That allows him to haunt. 

All our birthdays are labels, 
Baby toddler, child, teen, 
Then adult, then a senior, 
There’s so much in between. 

Can’t we simply be humans? 
Enjoying unlabeled names, 
Let the years pass unnoticed 
With everybody the same. 

But Father Time won’t be fooled 
For centuries he has ruled, 
We are the puppets 
he’s always schooled 
When he grows bored... 
we’re removed. 

All the bings, bongs and gongs 
All the rings and the bells, 
Are just nervous ticks hammering 
That keep us locked in his Hell. 

So take some sheer 
un-timed pleasure, 
In doing nothing at all, 
You’ll see how lovely life can be, 
When second hands cannot fall…. 

Across your face so relaxed, 
Abandon that human race, 
To keep up with times urgings 
At such an ungodly pace. 
I think you might like that place….. 
I think you might like that palce....... 

Magnificent Music Composed &
Played by-Chris Bright--©-2012
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio 
by-Matthew F. Blowers III --©-2024
Photo Credit to: unsplash.com

"Father Time Is A Cruel Reaper."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III

What Planet Are We On Tonight

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

"Father Time Is A Cruel Reaper."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III

Art~Whimsically Yours

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