Lovely original song. Your voice is great and the harmonies are lovely. Really enjoyed it

Wow, great tune Suzy, I cant recall Ive heard anything else from you, how did I miss you talent?

Great tune, reminds me of 60's 70's psychedelia, Well done!

You are definitely my new favorite singer/songwriter! :)

Liking this a lot and the way you've put it together, great creative work! The link in your SC profile looks very interesting as well, hope to check that out when we have a bit more time. :)

I wrote the lyrics to this song after watching a movie called 'Angel Baby'. It's about a young couple, who both suffer with schizophrenia. They fall in love, she gets pregnant, so they and decide to go off their meds and as a result, their whole world starts to fall apart.
I have a family member who suffers with mental illness, so this is also, a very personal song.  
Cris came up with the guitar line, and we worked on the vocal melody together. 

Looking in a mirror of distorted glass
Blurred and shattered dreams and nightmares go past
Chasing unseen dragons that vanish then appear 
Lost in a fairy tale of fear

Narcotic realities sliding through my mind
Like pale blue headlamps, on a cold and foggy night
And though I've lost my faith, I pray for no tomorrow
Cause there's nothing left of time to borrow

CH.
Looking in a mirror, through a misty haze
My reflection dimly outlined, in predawn hazy grey
Looking in a mirror, no one looking back...aww's

Seagulls flying near the bridge in a limitless sky
If I could take just one step, maybe I could fly
Banshee winds they echo, through my troubled mind
Take that step and leave your pain behind

CHORUS X 2

No One Looking Back ©

.. and what will our centurions say when all the colors fade to gray where they used to run wild and free?
Put a fence around it.
You can charge admission then. 
If we raze it they will come. It's not "if" but "when".
And, all the money makers say God's beauty shouldn't be free.
Some see our perfect world: others opportunity.
Put a fence around it.

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Put A Fence Around It

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Free As A Bird

I experimented a bit with soft FM synths like my older NI FM8 and the Tone2 Nemesis and suddenly there was this 80's-like sound that Liliia Kysil lent her talented voice to. 

Music & Production: Tom Laukemper
Voice & Lyrics: Liliia Kysil

Lyrics:
I can 't hold on any longer, it's torture 
Without you 

Cause On a golden thrown 
Or deep in muddy grounds
 It always seems to come back around  
To you 

My heart and my soul are dancing in the dark  
You light them up with a single spark 
All I need is you

All my life I've been running around 
Trying to find a lover that wants to be found 
And it's you 

Look into my eyes and tell me why we cannot be 
I remember the day that you fell for me, I'm trapped in our history 

All my life I've been running around 
Trying to find that lover that wants to be found 
And it's you

All my life I've been running around 
Trying to find that lover that wants to be found 
And it's you

Look into my eyes and tell me why we cannot be 
I remember the day that you fell for me,
 I'm trapped in our history 

Cause On a golden thrown
 Or deep in muddy grounds
 It always seems to come back around  
Cause On a golden thrown 
Or deep in muddy grounds
 It always seems to come back around 

 My heart and my soul are dancing in the dark  
You light them up with a single spark 
All I need is you

I can 't hold on any longer, it's torture 
Without you

A 20221128 Tom Laukemper Music Release

"Been Looking For You"

Tom Laukemper &  Liliia Kysil - "Been Looking For You"

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

In The Dead Of Night

Foratroca

The second track for the new EP. A personal one and one I'm hyped to keep building.

The Right Kind of Eyes

ATRIUM .

I am a singer/songwriter and record and produce all my own songs with garage band. I'm a work in progress and learning as I go. Thanks for listening and feel free to leave comments.

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