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"Gloomy Sunday" is a song composed by Hungarian pianist and composer Rezső Seress and published in 1933, as "Vége a világnak" ("End of the world"). Lyrics were written by László Jávor, and in his version the song was retitled "Szomorú vasárnap" (Hungarian pronunciation ("Sad Sunday"). The song was first recorded in Hungarian by Pál Kalmár in 1935."

"Gloomy Sunday" was first recorded in English by Hal Kemp in 1936, with lyrics by Sam M. Lewis,[2] and was recorded the same year by Paul Robeson, with lyrics by Desmond Carter. It became well known throughout much of the English-speaking world after the release of a version by Billie Holiday in 1941. Lewis's lyrics referred to suicide, and the record label described it as the "Hungarian Suicide Song". There is a recurring urban legend that claims that many people committed suicide with this song playing."

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On An Empty Downtown Street
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

On an empty downtown street
Moving slowly in the rain
The wipers swishing out a beat
The whole world is on retreat

A few more blocks and I'll be there
Why I'm going I don't care
I look up to the third floor
Do I dare, up to your door

[bridge]

I only want what I can't have
And what I have is of no use
Whatever dreams I may have had
Long ago they all went bad


[instrumental]

I don't even try to stop
And go by the parking lot
My hands shake, I grip the wheel
One more time around the block

Three times now, that's enough
Time to drive and keep on going
All I have is in this car
Up ahead they say it's snowing

[bridge]

I only want what I can't have
And what I have is of no use
Whatever dreams I may have had
Long ago they all went bad


[instrumental]

I only want what I can't have
And what I have is of no use
Whatever dreams I may have had
Long ago they all went bad

On an empty downtown street
Moving slowly in the rain
The wipers swishing out a beat
The whole world is on retreat

[instrumental]

[outro]

On an empty downtown  street (L1)

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Apocalypse

recorded December 2015 in Brooklyn, NY

Written by Greg Gonzalez
Greg Gonzalez - vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar
Phillp Tubbs - keyboards
Randy Miller - bass
Jacob Tomsky - drums

Recorded by Greg Gonzalez
Mixed by Rocky Gallo
Mastered by Greg Calbi

Cover photo by Ryan Zoghlin
Cover design by Randy Miller

Released on Partisan Records

Apocalypse

It must be something psychological - Katie Lee

Featuring:
Romero Lubambo: guitar
Larry Grenadier: bass
Bashiri Johnson: guitar

Produced by Matt Pierson
Recorded and mixed at Sear Sound, NYC by Chris Allen
Mastered by Mark Wilder at Battery Studios, NYC


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Windmills of Your Mind
(Michel Legrand - Theme from the film "The Thomas Crown Affair" - Original version sung by Noel Harrison)

Round
 
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind !

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone,
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream,
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind !

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly ?
Was it something that you said ?
Lovers walk along the shore
And leave their footprints in the sand

Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand ?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong ?

When you knew
That it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color
Of her hair !

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles
That you find
In the windmills of your mind

Windmills of your Mind

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small.  I am, however, solely responsible for selecting them.

On an empty downtown street (L1)

I and Ai