Paris Unplugged

You and I (Paris Unplugged)

One Last Clown

Every Friday night
In a bar on a stage with no lights
Someone calls a name that’s not mine
And they play my favorite song
Where the planes fly
Every second and every third line
Someone holds a little bit too tight
And they sing along

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Take a long walk
To the small corner store on my block
It’s a lot farther than I thought
But the people there are kind
On the sidewalk
Is a tall man who tells me I’m lost
And he asks if I have the time
And I ask him why

And he says
“All right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song”

They say if you can make it here
You can make it anywhere
But it’s really just the best place to be

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Sanctuary City

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I can vividly remember riding the Southern Shore highway in Newfoundland on the bench seat of my uncle’s Buick - the feel of the fabric, the colour, and those sounds from the stereo. There was a cassette with a red cover and the black silhouette of a man on it: Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs by Marty Robbins. That record stuck with me, and it is what brought "The Many Deaths of Rose Murphy" to life…and death, I suppose. There’s nothing quite like a good murder ballad, and I needed to write one of my own. 

This one was recorded live in one take, with only the pedal steel added afterwards - sung around a couple of mics, just like it would have been done years ago. So sit back, let your mind wander to 1909, and enjoy one of "The Many Deaths of Rose Murphy".

The Many Deaths Of Rose Murphy

a song about the quiet wars we fight inside but also questioning opinions you've been fed about war your whole life.

grace

I left the door open too long.
Light crawled in,
touched everything I couldn’t name.
Dust circled like old prayers,
too quiet to believe in.

Streets crack below,
each car another beat borrowed from your world.
I think of you in the reflection
not your face,
just how still the glass was after you left.

If I’m still somewhere,
it’s between stars,
in the pause between a sound and its proof.
A small, patient sound
forgetting who made it.

I walk until the sky erases the idea of destination.
Billboards speak in light I can’t translate.
The moon flickers,
as if buffering another planet’s thought.

I used to write lists of things to fix
now I just listen to silence,
wait for it to rhyme.

If I’m still somewhere,
it’s not for long.
Every error grows tired of spelling.
Every goodbye becomes a friend.

Night folds around me,
neither kind nor cruel.
Just enormous enough
to call it peace.

Still Somewhere

This isn't a love song
I'm not waiting by your window
The tea went cold an hour ago
You're not coming, that's alright

This isn't a memoir
I don't keep your letters
I don't count the ways you said nothing
I don't care if you meant it

This isn't goodbye
Just a now without a tomorrow
Just a sky without a forecast
Just a name

I'm not saying
Saying soon

This isn't a love song
I'm not waiting by your window
The tea went cold an hour ago
You're not coming, that's alright

This isn't a memoir
I don't keep your letters
I don't count the ways you said nothing
I don't care if you meant it

This isn't goodbye
Just a now without a tomorrow
Just a sky without a forecast
Just a name

I'm not saying
Saying soon

(Not) a Love Song

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“Las Ánimas” es un álbum que atraviesa memoria, pérdida, amistad y ese mundo emocional tuyo donde cada historia respira verdad.
De la luz de Amistad al susurro herido de Me lo he perdido, pasando por la leyenda que da nombre al disco, todo está tejido con tu sello: guitarras que cuentan, voz que duele y cura, y letras que se quedan.

Los boleros reimaginados, las versiones íntimas y los bonus tracks cierran un trabajo que no busca aparentar: muestra.
Muestra lo que somos cuando amamos, cuando perdemos y cuando seguimos adelante.

Un disco para escucharlo de noche… o para escucharlo cuando uno necesita recordar que sigue vivo.

Sin eternidad

The Tombstone

[Verse]
The grass grows wild where you now sleep
The wind whispers secrets I can’t keep
Your name carved deep in stone so cold
But your warmth lives in the stories I’ve told

[Chorus]
I visit your grave as often as I can
Talk to the sky like it understands
The tombstone stands but it doesn’t reply
I miss you so much I could ask it why

[Verse 2]
The clouds roll heavy above my head
The world keeps spinning but you’re still dead
A crow watches me like it knows my pain
I wait for the sun but it starts to rain

[Pre Chorus]
The silence screams louder than words
Your absence cuts deeper than swords

[Chorus]
I visit your grave as often as I can
Talk to the sky like it understands
The tombstone stands but it doesn’t reply
I miss you so much I could ask it why

[Bridge]
I leave a flower you’ll never see
A part of my heart stays there with thee
The earth took you but it holds you near
I whisper your name hoping you’ll hear

The Tombstone

Heartbeat Highway (reprise)  by Tony Gibbs
All rights reserved © ℗ 2025 Tony Gibbs

I still remember that first night,
You climbin’ in with that half-smile light.
Windows down, a brand-new road,
Two tired hearts with a heavy load.
Funny how the smallest spark
Can shake the quiet in the dark—
I didn’t know it then, but true,
That drive was leadin’ me to you.

On that heartbeat highway,
Where the stars looked close
And the world felt far away—
Wind in your hair,
Your laugh in mine,
Two lost souls findin’ the same line.
No map, no plan,
Just fate on display—
Oh, love began
On that heartbeat highway.

Now years have written on our skin,
But I still feel that spark again
Every time you brush my hand
Or say my name the way you can.
We’ve seen dawns and storms and change,
But nothing made that night grow strange—
It lives inside us like a flame,
Burnin’ soft but just the same.

On that heartbeat highway,
Where something fragile
Found a place to stay—
Two hearts jumpin’,
One story born,
A promise whispered
Long before the morn’.
Whatever life brings
Come night or day—
My heart still runs
On that heartbeat highway.

Still Somewhere

Ash Koosha

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