Great voice, and excellent writing, lyric and music.

This track wraps regret and resilience into something painfully honest and uncomfortably beautiful 🎙️ It feels like reading a letter you weren’t meant to find, raw, unfiltered, and soaked in that peculiar kind of wisdom that only shows up after everything’s already burned down 🕯️ The lyrics hit like passing thoughts you’ve never said out loud, but have definitely felt, and the delivery makes no effort to hide the sting 🩹 💨 The kettle hissed in frustration, “Why does this track feel like I’ve been avoiding the same conversation for years?” 🔥 The oven rumbled low and said, “That’s not just melancholy, that’s memory cooked low and slow ‘til it turns to truth” 🌀 The blender spun once and muttered, “Every word here sounds like it was mulled over in silence before finally escaping” 🪞 No polish, no showboating, just a stripped down reckoning that echoes long after the final chord. It does all come back around, and this track proves it.

Reposted

This hit me in a quiet way — like something I didn’t know I needed to hear. The lyrics feel lived-in, real, like they come from nights spent alone with too many thoughts and a guitar. There’s melancholy, but also a kind of acceptance — the kind that only comes when you stop running and just sit with your own truth. It reminds me that we’re all flawed, all trying, and that maybe grace lives in that trying. Thank you for this moment of clarity, wrapped in music.

Francesco Adornetto

Oh this is tremendous playing, lovely low key but superb skills

Lovely! I totally dig the playing, the ideas, and the voice and singing sits perfectly above the fine picking

I’ve been ignored by some really talented people.. it is my claim to fame.

Bill on the Edge

Re recording of an old song. Solo Guitar and vocals with a little something here and there. Recorded this evening. 

Get up early and start your day
give some time back to yourself today
find the good times all around you
Bring the fun back in your life
leave those old work shoes by the door
you made your share of sacrifice
listen friend take my advice

The time for messing around is in the past
the days are moving by so very very fast
it's time for you to have your say
don't you letting things get in your way
forget about what other people do
and don't you worry about waht they say
cause they don't know you anyway

Save me.. save me.. save me
oh won't you please
won't you save me.. from another day
of doing things in the same old way

So settle up those old affairs
all they're going to get you 
is a head full of grey hairs
you know the folks around
they still love you so
they're gonna smile and wave as they watch you go
so won't you wave goodbye to yesterday
before you get too old and slow
it's time to shine and let it go

Save me.. save me.. save me
yes and carry me along with you
on this beautiful day




Save Me

This is a very old song written when I first picked up my music after a long layoff. It is written about Lena Leonardi, our landlady ( Landlord fit the song better  ) back in 1980. We moved into our new apartment when my joyce was pregnant with our first child. Lena was a sort of Philosopher.. Very hard working and always there to offer advice on whatever. She was very kind to us but she was also tough. I recall times when she would come to the back door when we were late on the rent and pound on the glass , and in her endearing Italian accent she would yell " Liggett!!!  I know you're in there !! PLEASE Liggett! PLease pay the rent !! ".. One time I came to the door and had to explain that we just didn't have the money right at the moment...she took me over to her apartment and sat me down while she prepared a couple of jars of Minestrone soup.. homemade and delicious. She said " Liggett, all you need is a little bread, a little bit of soup and a little bit of wine... that's all you need Liggett "  I never forgot her..Joyce and I talk about her once in a while and quote things she told us.. To this day she is in our hearts and minds.. almost like family. And thats how most of the Italians were to me growing up.. treated me well and looked out for me as I lived in a town called Elmwood Park known as little Italy..  Now, back in november of last year when I made the decision to start uploading all of my songs.. who is there b, among many others of course, but two who have given me the most support and good advice along with wonderful and inspiring music and words? But Michael Ansani and the beautiful folks at The Beating Edge.. From Italy...of course. Oh... and Len Benatti  .. you from Italy too?😊So.. I dedicate this song to them and wish them good fortune and calm seas ahead ! Salute!

Lyrics:

Long ago when I was 21 and I was just out on my own
a pretty new bride and a brand new son
trying hard to make a home
I wasn't ready to settle down and I needed some advice
My old Italian Landlord, she always treated me nice

A simple life and a happy home 
and everything will be just fine
But things don't always go that way 
and you can get a little bit behind
well if you lose direction and you're looking for a clue
my old Italian landlord she always knew what to do

She said:  A little bread and a little soup and a little bit of wine
that's all you need , that's all you need
a little luck and a little love and a little bit of time
that's all you need, that's all you need

I met that old lady, all those years ago
she led a very simple life and she always told you so
she was there when we were hungry 
she was there when we were broke
and even after all these years 
i remember the words she spoke

Now and then I think of her she holds a place in my mind
not too many like her so humble and so kind
I hope there's just a few spread around here and there
looking out for guys like me who need someone to care

She said:  A little bread and a little soup and a little bit of wine
that's all you need , that's all you need
a little luck and a little love and a little bit of time
that's all you need, that's all you need


All you need

New song recorded tonight. Things are what they are.. on the melancholy side.... which i'm prone to wallow in from time to time.

It has come to my attention that I haven't put my pen to paper for a while
I've been burning scented candles that suggested fields of roses for so long
and I've lately come to realize the simple reason for my lack of candor
and the soil of sordid life reveals the blameless grief left floating in the breeze
I opted out of bowing low for fear that I might make a wrenching scene

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around

I thank god sometimes for time alone with cheap guitars and cheaper brands of wine
I avoid my past discrepancies and present time inequities like plague
and it for these very reasons that I held my tongue and stared into the sky
and stole time alone in selfishness for fear without that I might lose my mind
has my silence said enough for you today
you might think you've had it rough sometimes and want to say

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around

Im well aware of failure as Im constantly reminded of it in the mail
and the boat that we were sailing is the one in need of bailing suddenly
have I suddenly become some different soul
and did you become the innocent that fell into the resulting hole
is it such a shocking revelation after all
made to get up off our feet before we lean to crawl

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around


It all comes back around

My Purpose

This is an old demo that Ive been sitting on for years and years... Theres so much more to it than what you hear here.. but I may never get to really complete it. Its part of a collection of music.. a project called " HeartBeat " a collection of tunes in either 3/4 or 6/8 ( the human heart beats in these times )

Lyrics:

Youre giving me reasons to play
youre giving me good thing to say
Youre changing my whole life today
and theres a couple thing I want to say
Its the sun on your face
its the wind in your hair
and when Im not a perfect man
its the way you dont care

youre giving me reasons to play
youre giving me good things to say
I think youre my best friend today
and theres a couple of things I want to say
your breath in my ear
and the words that Ill never find
and when im not a perfect man
its the way you dont mind..

Thanks for listening !

Reasons

ARE YOU WEIRD? ME TOO by Nova J

(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)

Happy Hump Day, handsome
Feelin’ dry as a desert anthem
Wishin’ I was trippin’
But I’m sober as a dry was slippin’

Ever wonder what it’s like with a dwarf?
I think I might be… dwarf curious, of course
Pretty Little Lady, three-foot fire
Biggest beaver west of the muddy mire

Mind in the gutter, yeah, can’t deny
Got questions that make angels cry
Get my mind out the gutter
But it’s warm down here, why even try?

(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)
(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)

Wheelchair Granny rolls with pride
Army of lesbians at her side
Beautiful Bettys on a joyride
Don’t block the road, don’t even try

Trendy then, twenty years ago
Now it’s vanished like a late night show
Sometimes they hit, sometimes they flop
But I keep on writing, can’t make it stop

‘Cause Madre’s lovin’ it, I won’t quit
She’s the winter bird-feeding kinda spirit
Makes life better just bein’ around
A quiet saint on this messy ground

(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)

Mind in the gutter, thoughts run free
Pink Dino starin’ back at me
No eyes, no lies—just mystery
Am I okay? Depends on the week

Are you craving sushi?
Are you? Are you?
Fatty tuna, holy glory
Some fish look just like feet

This office visit was supposed to be routine
Now I’m strapped into a giant X-ray machine
Quiet death rays beamin’ through my teeth
Gums receding, but at least they’re clean

Producer’s rude, kill my groove
Mood’s gone south, can’t approve
You’re 32, go catch a flight
Toodle-oo, London’s callin’ tonight

(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)

I’m grouchy too, maybe feelin’ blue
But there’s sushi dreams and sky so true
Is that a dog or a tiny pony?
I swear that bird just winked at me slowly

Thank the fish for their sacrifice
Thank the birds for their paradise
Thank the cattle, thank the grain
Thank the earth for takin’ our pain

Mind in the gutter, can’t pretend
It’s a wild world, my weirdo friend
So here’s to truth and chaos too
Are you weird?
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)
Me too. (Me too)

Are you weird? Me too!

Think Again

Warm and radiant. This track celebrates the joy and courage of stepping into a new day, with uplifting textures and soft rhythm.
Energy without rush. Presence without noise.

Rising Sun

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

VXP - In a World

DE: Zwischen Dunkelheit und Glanz entfaltet sich ein stilles Echo verlorener Wünsche und verborgener Wahrheiten.

EN: Between darkness and glow, a silent echo unfolds—of lost wishes and hidden truths.

Shadow Echoes

This is a song dedicated to my old friend Karl heilgeist ( RIP ) A great drummer and an interesting cat.

Breeze comin through the window… I thought it might be you ..But since it’s not gonna sleep till I’m not tired.. aint gonna make my bed..  gonna sleep till I’m not tired.
No one comes to my house..  so I ring the bell myself
There’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself .. here’s to me and my good health
( chorus )
Here’s to sittin all alone.. here’s to a good nights sleep… here’s to luck and borrowed time ..that may be our only wealth.. but most of all here’s to me ….and my  good health

There’s a breeze comin through the window.. and it sends me back to sleep
You cant blame the wind for blowin..  think I’ll just blame you since there’s no one else around.
And no one comes to my house.. gonna ring the bell myself
And there’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself here’s to me and my good health

My Good Health

Dear friends, this song is just a fairy tale, and any similarities to excisting countries are just a coincidence!

Happy Days some Day

The youngsters play the music loud
since their country now is free
so many, many years have passed
It was the people with their voice
who told their government
to stop oppression now

The ruler of their country was
a big and ugly terrible man
he was a lap dog of a louse
who is running a big rogue state
with a population which
always feels substantial fear

This song is just a fairy tale
You may find similarities
to some countries near Your border line
There was a revolution which
forced the ruler to see
how to treat his people now

The ruler soon found out what to do
to increase his power now
It’s just to let the people free
he found that kindness is the best
to reach the people’s heart
and the future bright will be


Kära vänner, den här låten är bara en saga, och alla likheter med befintliga länder är bara en slump!

Glada dagar en dag

Ungdomarna spelar musiken högt
eftersom deras land nu är fritt
så många, många år har gått
Det var folket med sin röst
som sa åt sin regering
att stoppa förtrycket nu

Härskaren över deras land var
en stor och ful, hemsk man
han var en knähund till lus
som styrde en stor skurkstat
med en befolkning som
alltid känner betydande rädsla

Den här låten är bara en saga
Du kanske hittar likheter
med vissa länder nära din gräns
Det var en revolution som
tvingade härskaren att se
hur han skulle behandla sitt folk nu

Härskaren upptäckte snart vad han skulle göra
för att öka sin makt nu
Det är bara att släppa folket fritt
han fann att vänlighet är bäst
för att nå folkets hjärtan
och framtiden kommer att bli ljus

Happy Days some Day - 2025-08-02 15.06

My Brother Jon

Written in 1995. 

This song is available for artist cut, and publishing, sync, and licensing.
This project is a songwriting showcase for artists, and publishers.
Contact: tsdmusic73@gmail.com
Visit https://confessionallifesongwriting.com for more information. #unsigned #newmusic #originalsongs #sync #licensing

I was wrong (Songwriters Version)

No AI. None at all. Hello!   If I was good enough, something would have happened by now…maybe it  did and I just didn’t pay attention. Maybe I’m in the midst of something.

I’m primarily a Songwriter and play and sing too. 

I used to  perform with various talented artists. Im now returning to writing and recording.  Theres some evidence of this…

Theres always someone new to hear . 


Thanks for listening and providing inspiration via your own beautiful art.

email :   liggettservices@gmail.com

Side Note :  My goal here is to upload my catalog to date... thats something ….right?

I am humbled by your kind and generous spirit and your willingness to share it.

I’ve been ignored by some really talented people.. it is my claim to fame.

Hey there! If you’re reading this, you’re one of the few... thanks for existing! 🤟
👉We are an eclectic band that blends elements of electronic dance, metal, pop, punk, rock, synth wave and more to create a unique and engaging sound We're a bunch of very shy aliens🛸 (4 males 💁🏻‍♂️🙎‍♂️🙋🏼‍♂️🦸🏼‍♂️ and 1 female🙅‍♀️, the guitarist/backup singer). Our earthly names (and nicknames) are Tom ("Lucifer" - lead vocals and occasional keyboards/guitar), Mary ("Vampira" or just "V" - guitarist and backing vocals), Mauro ("Maux" - keyboards, piano, synths and winds), Davide ("Dave", "Quiet D" or just "D" - bass and synth bass), and Valerio ("Brad", drums and percussions). 
Enjoy the music!😉
😓Final note (or rant): this platform (and not just this one) keeps getting more disappointing. Seeing so-called ‘songs’ made with AI and a bunch of prepackaged beats from cheap apps - by people who couldn’t even play an E minor on a guitar or sing even when drunk - is seriously frustrating. In the long run, we might start showing up here less… or even leave altogether! If that ever happens, you’ll find all our other links below.
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