Name: Even the Dancers (Had Guns) by Gary Sunshine
Duration: 3 min 44 s
Description: A rewrite a restructured idea, noisy, crispy, but this is the one. Crunchy acoustic guitars a loop and me.

A sonic treat....gave my headphones a work out !

Take Me there - Vocals Lyrics Melodies arrangement - Robyn Youlten
Flutes Saxophone recording engineering mixing -Chris Scheri
Additional instrumentation,guitar Gary Pratt.
From the Epic track - "The Journey" by Youlten/Pratt/Scheri.

Life's dreams,aspirations..the striving,the pitfalls,highs and lows,the dark and light..the passion..the love...you promised me...take me there..XO  AND find the track WITHIN the track - Robyn Youlten Yout Tube - The Journey.   https://youtu.be/CFx0Iv01EbY?t=4

Take Me There 04

JEANNE (HIDE THE MAGAZINE)
a song by gary sunshine

gotta go out and get a new pair of sneakers
so I can walk around see if I see ya
look up and down the street
but I knew you were over at your job

you smirk when you talk
and I crumble when your mad
and I love ya when your happy
and your happy when I'm sad
and I wave to the kind police 
I need help now (I wave to the kind police)
they keep walkin' I keep walkin'

oh no hide the jewelry 
here comes Jeanne
she's hotter than hell
it's the middle of December
and she's cold to me

I could hardly keep from dreaming about ya
well you hide your hair, brush it back in the winter
in the spring you were sweeter 
than a found petunia
like nothing I'd ever known (never seen)

I cried and I cried no I never really cried
I lied and I lied yeah I might of just lied
but I hope you're happy with the man that you chose
with the crooked nose and that stupid walk
what's with that stupid walk

oh dear hide the magazines
here comes Jeanne
she's hotter than hell
it's the middle of December
and she's cold to me

oh no hide the medicine
here comes Jeanne
she's hotter than hell
and she's madder than the devil
and she's looking at me

hide the medicine... hide the magazine 
hide the magazine ....hide the medicine


Jeanne (Hide the Magazine)

I wanted to write a good old-fashioned, take-your-partners romantic waltz ... well, it's certainly in 3/4 time.

The 17th Floor

Buttons so dainty 
My fingers, your curves 
Hair so sweet smelling 
I’m losing my nerve 
Your eyes coolly watching 
My every move 
I want to be like your skin
Obliging and smooth 

When I look at you it puts me in mind  
Of the 17th floor, our very first time 
 
Do not disturb sign 
On the door 
The blouse that noiselessly 
Hits the floor 
The hands once trembling 
Steadier now 
The kiss that lands 
On my eyebrow 
 
When I look at you it puts me in mind  
Of the 17th floor, our very first time 
 
The lift that carried us 
Up to the room 
The curtains wide open 
The wink of the moon
Your whisper as soft
As your wedding dress
Your masterpiece smile
And my artlessness  
 
When I look at you it puts me in mind 
Of the 17th floor, our very first time 
 
Buttoning up 
Your chic apparel 
A band in your hair 
Your boots on as well 
The fire escape stairs 
Then into the rain 
The taxi, that kiss  
‘Let’s do it again’  
 
When I look at you I just want to climb 
To the 17th floor, time after time.

The 17th Floor

I liked the words of the last song I wrote enough to use most of them in this song too. Self plagiarism is an age thing, I guess.
The Stairway to your Heart

Buttons so dainty 
My fingers, your curves 
Hair so sweet smelling 
I’m losing my nerve 
Your eyes coolly watching 
My every move 
I want to be like your skin
Obliging and smooth 

When I look at you it just makes me want to climb
The stairway to your heart another time
 
Do not disturb sign 
Hung up on the door
The blouse that noiselessly 
Hits the floor 
The hands, once trembling 
They’re steadier now 
The kiss that lands 
On my eyebrow 
 
When I look at you it just makes me want to climb
The stairway to your heart another time

The laughter that carried us 
Up to the room 
The curtains wide open 
The wink of the moon
Your whisper as soft
As your wedding dress
Your masterpiece smile
And my artlessness  

When I look at you it just makes me want to climb
The stairway to your heart another time
 
Then buttoning up 
All your chic apparel 
A band in your hair 
Your boots on as well 
The fire escape stairs 
Then into the rain 
The taxi, that kiss  
Let’s do it again  

When I look at you it just makes me want to climb
The stairway to your heart another time

Stairway To Your Heart

Song written by Bryan Ciliberto

Bryan - Guitars, bass, keyboards vocals
Henri - Drums

Friend of a Friend of a Friend

the friend of a friend of a friend says she knows you
but if it happens again I’ll pretend and send my reply
In the end I won’t bend or resend my clean offer
again and again and again I’ll never say why

sheep dog sleeper
he says what's yours is mine
is your parrot a practiced speaker
when she toes the party line

camptown widows lurch
preteen dreamers dream
of a future that won’t hurt
where things are only as they seem

he friend of a friend of a friend says she knows you
but if it happens again I’ll pretend and send my reply
In the end I won’t bend or resend my clean offer
again and again and again I’ll never say why

cast iron sinners
and the grand dragoman
i’m a loser and a winner 
catch me if you can

why so dark and gloomy 
why so sad and blue
eat your hot pink cotton candy
life is sweet and so are you

Friend of a Friend of a Friend

Bodies lying in the desert sun
The sequel to evil if there ever was one
In the land of an eye for an eye
They call that "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide
The children of darkness, the children of light
Hey man, they're your words, they ain't mine
I see children on both sides
Not some tragedy to monopolize
For some "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide
Fast forward to a week gone by
The body count is no longer tied
Two things true at one time
A righteous army commits war crimes
In some "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide
I know I got no leg to stand
Just a white man on stolen land
In America, we worship the kill
We'll put your face on a twenty dollar bill
For some "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide
I fear every coffin you lay in the sand
Is just the seed to some poison plant
Maybe you reap what you sow
Maybe just another lawn to mow
In some "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide

Justified Genocide

"Clouds Over My Head" is a song written by Bryan Ciliberto circa 2004-05
Recorded and mixed November 2024
The players:
Bryan Ciliberto - acoustic guitar, electric piano, harmonica, vocals
Roger Wuthrich -  bass, vocals
Rich Adlin - electric guitars, vocals
Henri Ciliberto - drums


Clouds Over My Head

November had come & gone
We made our plans to get away
And think about it then
December had lost it's charm
We made a pact to get along
See how far we get

I bought you a brand new cigarette case
Lined in gold & wrapped up in lace

But I've got this Cracked Guitar in my hands......

The city is closin' in
We walk uptown to get away
& go back down again

I bought you a brand new cigarette case
lined in gold and wrapped up in lace

I got this cracked guitar in my hands
& no one to play it for

Cracked Guitar

A rewrite a restructured idea, noisy, crispy, but this is the one. Crunchy acoustic guitars a loop and me.

Even the Dancers (Had Guns)

ALL KINDS OF CREEPS
a song by gary sunshine

All Kinds of Creeps (DEMO)

LIFE (YOU MESSED UP GOOD)
 a song by gary sunshine

just up the road
I wasn't looking
you never watched
yeah like I never cared

just down the street
where we could go meet
but we never dated
and now .. 
we'll never know 
if we ever could of made it
just another day if we could

yet something out of nowhere
comes a life

I couldn't hide it
yet my aim was you
yeah but you had a smile
and that's all it took

life .. we weren't fooled
smiled for the camera
and into
nothing ever matters as much as it does
when you are looking behind

just like something out of nowhere
comes a life

Life Life

something out of nowhere 
comes a life

hey
I was away
yeah but you found another
what could I say
you messed up good
I still think about you
even though I know I shouldn't

but every turn you take leads to something, you know
like maybe we were never ever meant to be

like something out of nowhere
comes a life

comes a life...

and like every word ever said
but I know I could never stand
if I ever will ever know
and the life you might like to change
and life.........


Life (You Messed Up Good)

Former member of NYC’s own Circus of Power (Columbia Records, RCA Records..)I am both excited and anxious to get back out there to promote last year's record, “Beer, Picks & Old Records". Gritty sounds & colorful stories of America, equal parts Country, Punk, Blues & Pop.  13 tunes about losers, lovers, thrill seekers & troublemakers. Working on a new record for 2021; many of those songs are included here with new ones added weekly.

Along with my years with Circus of Power I was with NY Loose , The Silos and the punk/pop band Screaming Sneakers. Having  worked with such diverse artists as Guns N’ Roses, Gravity Kills and New Zealand’s Steph Casey, you might say dues have been paid and then some.

Nice review for the record...
https://veglam.com/2019/08/27/gary-sunshine-beer-picks-old-records/

I've completed collaborations with Pall Of A Past World "Winnebago", Shoemansky "Homesick", Bergman "Ian Brown" & "Stoned Butterfly", Steph Casey "My Lovely Letterbox" & "A Love To Stay In For", "The Sandman's Orchestra "To Haunt You", and Sink\Sink "Hardbitten".

I had a great time doing these and I look forward to exploring more opportunities to collaborate as time allows.  

Thanks for stopping by. Means a lot. I appreciate your comments a great deal.

Even the Dancers (Had Guns)

Gary Sunshine

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