So Long

NO ES MI CULPA -HOFFMANN/MIETZKE

Love is nothing from above
it's only for a few
And you can't take it with you

Fear is nothing but a coward
That never had to walk alone
Under this rain shower

Love becomes tomorrow's sorrow
Nothing you can win
No time that you can borrow

Hope, what are we looking for?
Looking at the world around
Without an open door

Peace, the world will never see
No one can see eye to eye
Including you and me

Tomorrow's Sorrow

17.07.2025 only play for

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Harmonica solo. Trumpet solo. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Acoustic Standup Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Full Drum set kit. Percussion Full Tree Chimes, Zildjain 22" Crash & Ride Cymbal, Tambourine.

Blues Street

Bluez it out

Hey hey!! Back with something fresh finally.
Really appreciate you listening. Supporting.
All feedback and real love. Always returned.
This is 92 Bpm. Laid back. Uplifting vibes.
Stated with the dope female chop, loop.
Built the  idea, theme, track around it.
Looking for singers. Dm...
Uploaded on 15/08/2025.

Never lonely

Give me just one night,

Let's dance until the morning wakes up.

Your eyes carry the light,

That the darkness breaks.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Your closeness sounds like a sound,

Like a whisper deep in the horizon.

Everything is silent, but I only hear you,

My soul sings for you.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

And when the morning comes,

You stay in every word.

Love and pain united,

You paint my heart so much.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Schenke mir nur eine Nacht.m4a

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My doctors project that it may take another two years before I regain full lung function, so while I am still recovering, I will continue to share pieces from the archives... I allow you to use any vocal tracks I upload; just be sure to give me credit when you do, and please feel free to download my eBook(s) via the link(s) provided and share it with whomever… I hope you enjoy what I have to offer.

Love you all <3

Marty Andersson: From the Archives - The Bitter End A cappella | Inc. Link to Free eBooks

road to loneliness, is about feeling lost and a stranger wakes up the hope again. it shows that some out there may help the broken ones

Lonleyness .mp3

[Verse]
A shadow falls but I stand tall
The echoes fade I hear the call
A spark ignites in the frozen air
Who knew the strength was hiding there

[Chorus]
Light in the darkest of times
It’s where the heart truly shines
Through the cracks and through the pain
We rise again we rise again

[Verse 2]
The storm it howls but I won't bow
The fire's dim but I'll show you how
To hold the ember till it grows
A tiny flame that overthrows

[Prechorus]
Step by step we break the night
Holding tight to borrowed light

[Chorus]
Light in the darkest of times
It’s where the heart truly shines
Through the cracks and through the pain
We rise again we rise again

[Bridge]
When all you see is black and grey
Remember stars are born that way
The pieces fall the world’s unkind
But hope’s a thread you’ll always find

[Chorus]
Light in the darkest of times
It’s where the heart truly shines
Through the cracks and through the pain
We rise again we rise again

Light in the Darkest of Times C

BACKROOM THUNDER

The front room was all smiles and sweet tea,
voices polished smooth as river stones.
But the backroom —
that’s where the weather lived.

You could hear it through the wall
if you stood still long enough.
Low voices.
Pauses heavy enough to bend the air.
A chair scraping back just a little too slow.

Nobody ever said fight.
They said talk.
But thunder don’t need permission.

That room held secrets like humidity —
thick, breathing, unavoidable.
Deals made without handshakes.
Truths spoken low so they couldn’t be repeated loud.

When the door cracked open,
silence rushed out first,
like it was afraid to be seen.
Then came the smell —
sweat, smoke, something electric and old.

You learned young
which footsteps meant calm
and which meant you’d better stay quiet
and let the storm pass.

Backroom thunder never strikes outside.
It waits.
Builds.
Rolls around your chest
long after everyone pretends the sky’s clear.

Even now,
every raised voice sounds like a warning.
Every closed door
feels like it might remember me.

backroad thunder

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So Long

BRIAN P MATHENY