This tune was made famous by The Beach Boys in 1963. Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

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Name That Tune #406 by The Beach Boys

A circle song for the break-up, make-up, break-up loop. Acoustic guitar based. Kissing tears lead to a salty embrace … which always ends in tears. Full lyrics below. Get in touch if you are interested in licensing any lyrics:

You hold my hand I stroke your hair
You hold my hand I stroke your hair
The sun rays play with dust in the air
You hold my hand I stroke your hair

We sit on my bed in the pale afternoon
We sit on my bed in my bedroom
I know you’ll be leaving me, leaving me soon
I know you’ll be leaving me, leaving me soon

You kiss the tears as they roll down my face
Kissing tears turns into salty embrace
Salty embrace always ends in tears
Tears just lead to kisses on the face

I touch your back as you turn away
I help you pack and ask you to stay
You won’t be back and won’t be swayed
I watch your back as you walk away

All old promises of youth
All hold faith with the truth
All told honest and naive
All so you wouldn’t leave

You kiss the tears as they roll down my face
Kissing tears turns into salty embrace
Salty embrace always ends in tears
Tears just lead to kisses on the face

Kissing Tears

Verse 1:

I can’t tell time
It won’t do what I say
I try to take control of time
But time always gets its own way

Time waits for no one 
So goes the old cliche
But if you wait until the time’s just right
You can watch time slip away

Chorus 1:

I’ve heard it said by people who know that
Only time will tell
But time don't say a single thing
I suppose that’s just as well

Verse 2:

I can't trust time
It seems to come and go
And where it went when it's gone
I swear that I don't know

More and more and On and On
I watch time dissapear
Into itself or something else
It leaves me waiting here

Chorus 2:

The universe is particular
About the time it will allow
The only time it does approve
Is the moment happening now

Verse 3:

I can't save time
It doesn't want to last
It's here for such a little while
And then becomes the past

The past can't be saved
It not really here at all
No more than the future is
As best as I recall

Chorus 3:

Seems to be a law of nature
That's universally true that
Three O'clock is too early or late for
Anything you want to do.

Verse 4:

Time fills all the spaces 
If you give it enough room
But it's still a mystery
How it got so late so soon

Time gives me everything
And then takes it all away
Things still seem to happen
In a weird but timely way

Bridge:

If time's a game
It's hard to play
It's got complex rules
And it takes all day
It's not much fun
You just can't win
But it's a beautiful game
When played by children

Verse 5:

Time is my enemy
Time’s my only friend
It's something that i never earned
But I still get to spend

We're all given so much time
You can’t get an extra bit
You can sqeeze or stretch it any way you like
But you’ll never make it fit

Chorus 4:

I can't save time, keep time or take time
Would if I knew how
Thought I had a tale about time to tell
But I'm out of time right now

Telling TIme

Telling Time

This tune was released by Rod Stewart in 1975. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

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Name That Tune #585 by Rod Stewart

New Songs of Love and the Morning Light
Verse 1a: D > G
When I wake up in the morning and I’m rolling out of bed
Pour myself a cup of coffee, watch the sunrise from the deck
Verse 1b: A > G
The only way that this gets better is with you here by my side
To see your footsteps in the dew, to share the beauty in your mind
Chorus: D > A > G > D > A
New songs of love and the morning light - This is life and I’m alright
New songs of love and the morning light - This is life, and I feel alive
Verse 2a: D > G
All these years slip by so quickly and I think back to better days
I miss the way you used to see me, so many things I can’t take back
Verse 2b: A > G 
The only way that this gets better is to be a better man
To feel your hand wrapped around my finger, to show the way with no regrets
Chorus
Bridge: possible – bm > G > D > A…. G > D > A …. G > D > A
And in the quiet moments, I try to still my mind
Try to mend this damage that I’ve done, but I’m struggling to find…my wayyyy
Verse 3a:
I see you in my reflection, the rest I hardly recognize
Each day a chance for my redemption, my only hope to see you smile
Verse 3b
So here I stand, embrace the morning, a sip of coffee for my soul
I feel your hand grab on to mine, and I’m filled with joy, yeah, here we go, yeah here we g

New Songs of Love and Morning Light

My Only Fan

My Only Fan (feat. SUN)

Heart made of gold nah its made of plastic 
Used to think other wise that shit was tragic 
Don’t even know why you wanna go and match it
Bae that was the past tense 
that’s where ima leave u 	
Them stories you telling they be see thru	
Only one chance I can’t give you a v2 
Cuz you know id say me too
When u ask if ima come thru 
This like the hundred thousand time 
And every time you know them walls ima run thru
Shooting my shot like a gun do 
Empty the clip not at 1.2 
Ill show you this aint no front too
Now we end up in the same loop
Different tempo with the same tune

You can bet that ill be on my way baby

Even though it might cause some set backs
Within a couple of minutes ill text back
Knowing its you its finna cause a jet lag
Finna skip traffic with a jet pack 
Flying thru town I’m on the way
Finna leave earth and go to space 
Land on mars take u on an alien date
No one like me u can’t duplicate 
Or replicate 
So don’t hesitate 
To be my bae
Even for the day 
U don’t have stay 
Or be my main 
U can be my side 
Just for the night 
If u tryna ride 
Then lemme slide 
That is no lie 
So don’t lie 
Cuz ill be there in no time 
Singing this in the mean time

X(stasy)

He's just a Georgia Boy through and through

Georgia Boy

A lively western swing tune celebrating how the sound of Texas found a second home out west. Home of Western Swing tells the story of Bob Wills heading to Hollywood, Tex Williams, Spade Cooley, Hank Penny, and the California dance halls that kept the fiddles playing and the pickers paid. A musical nod to the Dust Bowl migrants and the Golden State’s role in keeping the dance alive.

LYRICS
(c) 2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
Bob Wills headed west to Hollywood town,
Fiddle in hand, put the hammer down.
Rounded up the Playboys, set ‘em to play,
In a California honky-tonk way.
Made them movies, took that sound on tour,
Spread the Texas style from shore to shore.
He said, “The world needs a fiddle to sing,”
So he brought it to the coast with a Western Swing.

[Chorus]
Now don’t get me wrong, I love that Texas thing,
Where the ranch hands danced and the fiddles ring.
But give a cheer for the Golden State scene—
When you come to California, it’s the home of Western Swing.

[Verse 2]
Tex Williams crooned with a style and grin,
Spade Cooley led that big band in.
Hank Penny played till the break of day,
Kept the cowboys swingin’ down L.A. way.
They might not have birthed it, but they fed the flame,
Put a little Hollywood shine on the Texas name.
They kept those pickers and fiddlers fed,
With a Western beat and a Bakersfield thread.

[Chorus]
Now don’t get me wrong, I love that Texas thing,
Where the steel guitars and the cowgirls sing.
But raise a glass to that westward dream—
When you come to California, it’s the home of Western Swing.

[Bridge]
Oklahoma rolled in with the Dust Bowl wind,
Brought the songs and the drive to begin again.
We opened the dance halls, said “Y’all come play,”
‘Cause out here, the music still feels that way.

[Verse 3 / Tag Verse]
So from Tulsa Town to old San Jose,
Let's give that rhythm and steady sway.
Now Texas started the fiddlin’ thing,
But the coast gave it wings and let it swing.

[Final Chorus]
Now don’t get me wrong, I love that Texas thing,
It’s the roots and soul where the cowboys swing.
But the west wind’s hummin’, hear the banjos ring—
When you come to California, it’s the home of Western Swing.

[Outro]
Yeah, the Lone Star birthed it, but the Coast made it sing—
When you come to California, it’s the home of Western Swing!

Demo

Home Of Western Swing

The Lamb (Country v5)

I began writing the harmony and the main guitar riffs of this song right on Blackout Tuesday. Watching antiracism protests around the world, really got me inspired. Hence the title of the song.

No Racists Allowed To Enjoy

I write songs.  I'm not a performer any more than I need to be to have my songs heard once in a while. I hope that better musicians than I encounter my songs and decide to play them.  I just write songs to have them exist in the world. If the world likes them then the world can do with them what it will.  All these recordings are demos.  I've tried to make them as musically interesting as I can but they are all awaiting the skilled hand of someone who knows how to make songs shine.

Telling Time

Daniel Weinstein