It ended up a lot more 80s than I originally intended.
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Fish with anxiety problems
Lobsters with anxiety problems
Squid with anxiety problems

They think about
Disturbing facts
They think about
Things I don't want to
But I don't want to
Come across as
The kind of person
You'd walk away from so

I'm trying hard to be happy
Even though everything is wrong
I'm trying not to be down
Even though that doesn't really work

Girls with anxiety problems
Boys with anxiety problems
Robots with anxiety problems

They think too much
They focus on
On all the things that
That could go wrong but
But I don't want to
Come across as
The kind of person
You wouldn't talk to so

[Repeat chorus]

Fish with anxiety problems etc.

[Repeat chorus]
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Produced arranged composed performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original photo (I've messed about with it a bit) Sigmund https://unsplash.com/@sigmund
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I'm Trying Hard To Be Happy

This song is about losing my wonderful big brother when I was a young man. He bought me 'The White Fender Strat' and said quietly through his smile "No excuses now...". Thanks forever bro, this is for you as always.
 
The Valuable Friends:
@janinelevinson: The Queen of Roll, Rock and Soul on the Second Mic
@rick-4-1: Mr Tour Pro on Very Cool Drums
@phil-mcwalter: The Other Stuff


SMOKE

Growing up, looking up
I have never had my toast buttered on both sides
I started crying the day 
I watched my father clearing the overgrown weeds at the top of the garden and realised 
And realised
That wasn’t what he was doing
Ooh no

It was a still day 
So still
It was a still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
And another
Five years

There was a silence 
Where my beautiful dead brother still lived between us 
And that quietness wasn’t burned with the weeds

It was a still day
It was a still life 
So still
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
Another
Five years

Digging the sod in Donegal 
Praying for muscle, bunched like a ball 
Sweat and pride loved standing tall 
Anticipating 
Eye-watering 
Peat-stove fire 
That would 
Warm 
Cook 
And flavour our bones

It was a still day 
Still day
It was a still life 
Still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes

Another
Five years
And another
Five years...

Five years
Tick tock
Five years
My father lost his sense of smell and his pulse in cenotaph central heating
Five years
And my orphaned senses 
Five years
Still feel that fire

And smell that smoke...

© July 2021 - Phil McWalter

Image: 'Peasant Burning Weeds' 1883 Van Gogh

Spotify

Smoke

Dulcinea – Testo e Musica di Flavio Pozzaglio

L’onda sopra il mare sta per arrivare (2v)

Tra qualche giorno io mi vado a sposare (3v) 
E Papà sta male, traspare come un’ombra e stringe le fedi in mano 
lasciato solo alle consuetudini, dice a tutti che gli sembra strano

Tra qualche giorno io mi vado a sposare (3v) 
Primo in un mare
Discorsi e giorni senza un nome
di un bene libero amore al sole
ma l'etichetta non ha ancora il benestare del signore

In un tuo sguardo sembri proprio Dulcinea
Un’ amore appeso a un filo, un mio abbaglio una dea
Sono Alonso contro il vento, sognatore con te al mio fianco
e ci si lancia felici contro i mulini a vento

L’onda sopra il mare sta per arrivare (2v)
Tra qualche giorno io mi vado a sposare (3v) 
E Papà sta male, traspare come un’ombra e stringe le fedi in mano
lasciato solo alle consuetudini, dice a tutti che gli sembra strano

Da un tuo sguardo sembri proprio Dulcinea, un amore appeso a un filo sei il mio tutto, una dea
svetta la fascia tricolore è la repubblica del nuovo amore 
e da domani  questo sacramento non farà più sparlare.

L’onda sopra il mare sta per arrivare (2v) La vita va bene se la prendi come viene (2v)
Solo per te mio rinnovato amore, bellezza che non potrà mai sfiorire



Dulcinea - Text and Music by Flavio Pozzaglio

The wave above the sea is about to arrive (2v)
In a few days I'm going to get married (3v)
And Dad is sick, he shines like a shadow and holds the wedding rings in his hand
left alone to habits, he tells everyone that he seems strange to him

In a few days I'm going to get married (3v)
First in a sea
Speeches and days without a name
of a good free love in the sun
but the label does not yet have the approval of the gentleman

In one of your eyes you look like Dulcinea
A love hanging by a thread, my mistake a goddess
I am Alonso against the wind, dreamer with you by my side
and we hurl ourselves happily at the windmills

The wave above the sea is about to arrive (2v)
In a few days I'm going to get married (3v)
And Dad is sick, he shines like a shadow and holds the wedding rings in his hand
left alone to habits, he tells everyone that he seems strange to him

From one of your eyes you look like Dulcinea, a love hanging by a thread you are my everything, a goddess
stands the tricolor band is the republic of the new love
and from tomorrow this sacrament will no longer cause people to gossip.

The wave above the sea is about to arrive (2v) Life is fine if you take it as it comes (2v)
Only for you my renewed love, beauty that will never fade

Dulcinea

PANDEMIC - Text by Flavio Pozzaglio

I walk around hide my face
From the looks and I guess who you are

Eyes that seek each other
To understand what is wrong now

I draw a circle around now I'm in my space
Nothing must invade my field
but i feel lonely and tired i live only online

Papapa Pandemic parara pa pa papapapa

It does not go away

Pararapapapapapapa

(Marimba only)

I draw a circle around now I'm in my space
Nothing must invade my field
but i feel lonely and tired i live only online

Papapa Pandemic parara pa pa papapapa

It does not go away

Pararapapapapapapa

Papapa Pandemic parara pa pa papapapa

It does not go away

Pararapapapapapapa



PANDEMIA - Testo di Flavio Pozzaglio

Giro in giro nascondo il mio volto
Dagli sguardi e immagino chi sei

Occhi che si cercano
Per capire ciò che ora non va

Traccio un cerchio attorno ora sono nel mio spazio
Nulla deve invadere il mio campo 
ma mi sento solo e stanco vivo solo on-line

Papapa Pandemia parara pa pa papapapa

Non va via

Pararapapapapapapa

(Solo Marimba)

Traccio un cerchio attorno ora sono nel mio spazio
Nulla deve invadere il mio campo 
ma mi sento solo e stanco vivo solo on-line

Papapa Pandemia parara pa pa papapapa

Non va via

Pararapapapapapapa

Papapa Pandemia parara pa pa papapapa

Non va via

Pararapapapapapapa


Dep 27 febb 2021

Pandemia

PANDEMIA

This song was initially an instrumental.  With the great help from Richard and Mellina, we successfully converted it into a vocal song preserving the original title.  See what you think.   Hope you like our work.
Thanks for stopping by.

[CREDITS]
Vocals – Richard John
Lyrics – Mellina Barnett
Music / Arrangement / Programming / Keyboards (synth strings) – Michael C. Lynn
Sax Solo – Mark Douthit @Band_in_a_Box
Guitar Solo (Ending) – Darin Favorite @Band_in_a_Box
Piano – Miles Black @Band_in_a_Box
Acoustic Guitar Picking – Jason Roller @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
Let me lead you through the silver stars			
We can kiss under the moon			
Wrapped inside each others arms			
I can show you where your path could be			
If you walk along with me, come now you’ll see		
		
Watch the sun slip into night			
Hold each other till it’s out of sight			
Don't ever hide or stop thinking of me 			

(Chorus)			
I only wanted to be your secret dream			
No-one else can see, no-one else can dream			
When the sun comes up and I have to wake			
Thoughts of you are still in my head			
Thoughts of all that we have shared			
			
If you like we could dance under the rain			
Life will be full of hope as it begins to change			
Oh I'm watching thru my lattice window			
Behind the glass just like a shadow			
Take my hand and I’ll guide you through			
 			
Repeat Chorus			
 			
As you lay down alone and turn your head			
Feel the cold from your empty bed			
Close your eyes and think of me			
			
Only you can have that secret dream			
No one else can see,  no one else can dream			
Only you can see			
When the sun comes up and I wake with you in my head			
Thoughts of all that we have shared

Collaborations

Lattice Window   (featuring Richard John)

© Joe Liberty 2021. All right reserved.

The first verse is about my own early employment experience. Second an interpretation of business as usual. Third frustration in the acceptance of the status quo. The chorus on what influences the decisions we make.

ForLoveOrMoney

The scene starts with the ones that toil in the field
their sweat is the lube used to grease the wheel
the spoils returned make the big man rich
but the ones in the field are left diggin’ in the ditch

One way or another
with a wink of an eye
when alls said an done
and we all know why
push comes to shove
time to make up your mind
will it be 
for love or money
love or money

Hey not so fast, you can hear the big man say
their paid a decent wage and their free to go their way
But it’s just enough to see them through to work another day 
It’s a steal of a deal coming straight out of your pay

One way or another
and it ani’t no lie
when alls said an done
enough to make you cry
push comes to shove
time to make up your mind
will it be 
for love or money
love or money

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  solo

ooh-ooh-ahh-ah
ooh-ooh-ahh-ah

Damn the indifference, damn the apathy
damn us all accepting its the way its gotta to be
How much longer till we end this malady
and the walls come tumbling down

One way or another
with a wink of an eye
when alls said an done
and we all know why
push comes to shove
time to make up your mind
will it be 
for love or money
love or money
love or money

ooh-ooh-ahh-ah
ooh-ooh-ahh-ah

ForLoveOrMoney

Dead Zone di Flavio Pozzaglio

Eccomi io sono qua
In questo giorno che non è come io vorrei

Eccomi di nuovo qua
Ad affrontare demoni che sento dentro me

Questa ascesa è lenta e ad ogni passo mi manca il respiro si va sempre più su 

La neve e alta e queste gambe che non vanno più … sento è la dead zone

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Dead Zone by Flavio Pozzaglio

Here I am, here I am
On this day that is not what I would like

Here I am again
To face demons that I feel inside me

This ascent is slow and with every step I take my breath away as it goes higher and higher

The snow is deep and these legs are no longer going ... I feel it's the dead zone

Storie

Dead Zone

For the promptwriting it's not a challenge thread https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/post/topic=7279.0

Breakfast at noon

Sprinkling the breakfast
with bubbles, sparklingly fresh.
Bread & butter & what not,
am I coldreading you,
Or loosing the plot?
Baking bread, grinding beans,
slowly rising
From confusing dreams
Don't squeeze that orange
  all over the place!

Breakfast at noon
(Cereals, Continental, Vegan toast)

Pretty soon
we will be back in the room
but now's the moment
to chase away the gloom

Tea, my dear?
There is still time
For now and all tomorrows
This should be the line
That we don't want to cross
before breakfast is done.

Making bread, taking time

Gotta get back
to the breakfast
as soon as I can!

Zoom ba be day bye doom dai
dum a dum da boobe di bay

Picture https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/nl/collectie/RP-T-1950-165 Rijksmuseum publiek domein     Carel Nicolaas Storm van 's-Gravesande
1915.

Breakfast at noon

Wig Wham Sam. This Weeks Number 7

(Stay here with me)
Here with me
Heavy weighs the heart
Breakdown, feel my ribs crumble apart
Heathens takin all their needs for wants
But baby, maybe?
My explicits sound deranged, compared to the heavens we'd attain
Despair seems to veer its ugly face
Swapping time in its place
No one has to know
A fever entraps the soul
Embrace the unknown

Perception's a lesson
Unwritten, less you want it told
Now I know what I want
I want you like you wanted me
Comedown par the course
Quick now like before
We've got no reason to trust
Expect the lust between us
Now I know what I want
I want you to squeeze time for me

I want you here right next to me
But asking deemed a plight too disastrously
Keepsake all the cadence we've sought
For the thieves steal more than hearts
Don't say that this isn't what you want
You've been bringing out my flaws
I guess it wouldn't take you long
To sense that something's wrong
But when it's pouring rain
We'll be touching just the same
Or so I thought

Kiss me while the curtains drawn
I wanna feel flesh
Can we lay until dawn
You're the music to the song
It's all I wanna do
Spend some Reckless Nights with you
Say what comes into our mind
Without assurance compromised

It's all that we can do
Is it safe to say the truth
(Yeah)

Downpour

What you need
Is a stable boy
Yeah you need someone
You can rely on
Yeah you need someone
Who'll bolt the stable door
Before the last horse has gone

And love it's such a cheesy song
But we've all got to sing along
Yeah love is blind it's plain to see
That love will never let us be

What you need
Is a stable boy
Yeah you need someone
Someone who isn't me
Yeah you need someone
Who'll bolt the stable door
Before the last horse has gone

[Repeat chorus]

[Repeat verse]

[Repeat chorus]

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Produced arranged composed performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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The picture (detail) is from 'The Mystery of Love is Greater than the Mystery of Death' by Russell Oliver.
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20210317 Yet another attempt at a better mix
20210301 Uploaded another attempt at better mix
20210228 Uploaded attempt at better mix

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Stable Boy

Autodidatta Musicista Polistrumentista, Arrangiatore e  Cantante. inizia sin da giovanissimo  a manifestare una spiccata e istintiva propensione per il ritmo e la musica  
E' Compositore, Autore e compone nel cd Il Cuore fa di Irene Fargo il brano Libellula, "canzone che in una veste apparentemente delicata, descrive il grande dramma della pedofilia vista dagli occhi di un bambino".
One Man Band della musica pubblicata qui, alla composizione al master.  ;))
Buon Ascolto! se vi va lasciate un commento o un like mi farà piacere! GRAZIE!🌟

PANDEMIA

Flavio Pozzaglio (Rufus)