Damn Good Tunes

Slow day.
The holes in the clouds makes the 
dream fade.
The pills will not solve it.
No weekday.
Can ever replace the way friday. 
Can transform your world.
Oh, there's a girl.
A pain in your rib cage.
Is all.

Mind-frame.
Is not looking upwards in cold space.
Unravelling as you freeze in place.
The clock keeps on ticking.
You're blown away.
Out from the whirl.
Oh, there's a girl. a millstone you carry is all.

A down day.
Not looking outward but in.
Waste on the table is blown away. 
Can't make the connection between states.
Put on your act.
For the girl. 
She's all you have left in this world.

Oh, a fugue state.
Another enchantment is laid to waste.
Stare in the mirror.
Confused face,
Staring back outwardly fine.
What's mine is mine.
And the girl?
Becomes all-encompassing.




Slow Day

see you

Sandwich Rage: Lyrics
Late night refreshments weighing heavy on your head
McSandwich cure awaits if you can just get out of bed
Make a list, grab your keys, there’s precious little time
Sunday market traffic, have these people lost their minds?

Chorus:
Something on a muffin, yeah!
Something on a biscuit, right!
Add a little cured meat
And a lot of sausage bite
Covered up with orange cheese
Going on a fried egg jag!
It better all be right in here
You’d better not short this bag!

 Sleep is ineffective you need greasy food instead
Something that will help once you’re acetamino-fed
Will breakfast meats help to assuage your fuzzy brain?
Or will short sandwich rage melt you down ‘till you’re insane?

(Chorus)

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not just them, there’s dullards everywhere
But these stakes are high, just get it right, or at least pretend you care
Match my order to your screen, then put it in a pouch
Just one wrong step in this delicate dance and I’ll be shackled to my couch

Sandwich Rage

A Miller has no dreams.
He can not hope to see every horse in every stream.
There's no need to spur.
A horse that's travelling, already up to speed.

Look to the stars.
Stare up all you like, but you'll never get that far.
Look to the sky.
You'll never understand. you're never gonna fly.

The kids dont think in dreams.
Taken, locked away, a never-ending scream.
A future made obscene.
Squandered on a stupid capitalist scheme.

The kids don't think at all.
Waiting for the day they're lined against a wall.
A conflict of the mind.
The world of black and white, pointed, erudite.

Look to the stars.
Shine on alkaline, you're just fine as you are.
Look to the sky.
You're never gonna know why the world is passing by.

While the miller told his tale.
The sword of damocles, descending, deft, unfurled.
The trampling of the damned.
Can you hear them fall? a back against a wall.

Look to the stars.
Climb up any height, the distance is too far.
Look to the sky.
Forget it ammonite. It's where they placed the bar.

Chase Thee Not! The Moon

The first pass of Velma - 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9d8U3mqkA90

Velma

As forty one summers flew by. 
Damn your age and the blink of your eye.
As all presumed miscreance followed by recompense.
Now. 
You're half done.

The pretender who should have been king.
The same man who could not do a thing for himself.
Or others, not following? 
Hard pills to swallow in life.
What a world.

Look... it's boredom or love on the rocks.
There's no way to avoid aftershocks.
It's either earth shattering, else it's a tiny bit... dull.
Choose your girl.

The fantasy life of your mind, 
Can only replace certain parts of the world.
We all have to live in it, hard to find give in it.
Relax.
Have a whirl.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like we've still got the time.
I remember sixteen.
Seems like yesterday, right?

Was there much money where you grew up?
Were there many reasons to aim up?
Was there bread in the bread bin and laughter and music and songs?
Sing alongs?

Were your twenties a wonderful time? 
Or did you spend it trying to make sense of the world.
A drunken, embittering, withering, dallying fool.
What a world.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Now we're all on the slide.
Do you remember sixteen?
Bet you had quite the time.

What has become?
Face the rising sun.

What has become?

Much more to come.
Face the rising sun.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like your right at my side.
I remember sixteen.
It was yesterday, right.

Down we go.
Down deeper we go.

Forty-One

REALNESS TO GREATNESS ft. DMX

New song by Swive from the album Stereophonic Stylings Vol. 1

Written by Indio Romero and featuring Sidney Merritt on guitar and backing vocals, Charles Brownell on drums, Mike Santos on bass, and Indio Romero on vocals and guitar. Available on Bandcamp, iTunes, Spotify and various streaming platforms.

swive-sandiego.bandcamp.com/album/stere…-volume-one

Cat vs Vacuum

First recorded in February 2023.
From the album After Bar Sinister.

It's a song about depression.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh dear, what can the matter be.
From the outside of it all.
Oh dear, all that you'll ever be. 
On the outside of it all.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Oh dear, what can the matter be.
On the outside of the wall.
oh dear, all that you want to be. 
On the outside of it all.

Mr. Jones, won't you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr. Jones, we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think we've made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest, we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider [2024 Remaster]

https://www.instagram.com/fonte_frank/

Bio Frank Fonte 

Joven musico y compositor cubano con un estilo basado en mezclar diversos ritmos y géneros. Vive en La Habana y confia en la música tan variada que se hace alli, pero no se conforma con eso, su meta es expandirse al mundo y a toda la musica que sea capaz de absorber de este.

LA LUZ FINAL- Frank Fonte

Tú sabes que sí, que quiero vivir
que quiero brillar cerca de ti
No es el momento de encontrar otra razón
que diga el tiempo
cuando muere este dolor
Tú me das la luz final
y la verdad sin verla no es igual
No hay luna para este cielo porque a ti te duele
no hay huellas en el sendero porque a ti te duele
Yo canto desde lo oscuro
trepando por las paredes
doy alas a mis latidos para que vuelen
pero duele
No hay luna para este cielo porque a ti te duele
no hay huellas en el sendero porque a ti te duele 
Te duele

Quiero verte, tocarte, tenerte
tanto tiempo aquí a mi lao no fue por gusto
Le canto a la noche como animal 
para que no me saque más sustos
Reina del mar que me domina
o diabla que vino a probar su propia medicina
Tú me das la luz final
y la verdad sin verla no es igual
No hay luna para este cielo porque a ti te duele
no hay huellas en el sendero 
porque a ti te duele Y
o canto desde lo oscuro
trepando por las paredes
doy alas a mis latidos para que vuelen
pero duele
No hay luna para este cielo 
porque a ti te duele
no hay huellas en el sendero 
porque a ti te duele Te duele

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La Luz Final

Links

Frank Fonte - La Luz Final

Take off! These chains are falling away.
There's a message in your morning I just can't face.
I lay myself down, and I dream.
One day, there'll come a moment I can't breathe.

Lift off! I'll never follow you home.
Won't you give me Hill and Valley where I can roam?
A little corner for my peace.
This town has gotten dirty, and I can't leave.

There must be somewhere I should be?
There must be something I can't see?
There must be something I could take?
There are so many rules to break.
I throw it all away.

Hold up? You're old. Not feeling so great.
True, I see your storm clouds gather, and I'm tempting fate.
You don't leave any space to dream.
Left it all behind, just wasted behind the scenes.

There must be something I could be?
There must be someone I can see?
I'm running out of pills to take.
It's just another rule to break.
I throw it all away.

Get up! I will not be on my way.
You can wait another lifetime before I fade.
You see, my field is evergreen.
I still think in terms of what I've yet to see.

Take off! These chains are falling away.
There's a message in your morning I just can't face.
I lay myself down, just to dream.
One day, there'll come that moment I won't breathe.

There must be somewhere I should be?
There must be something I can't see?
There must be something I could take?
There are so many rules to break.
I throw it all away.

There Must Be Something

As the light from the morning streams in through the cold window pane.
All the ghosts in the city streets, hiding their heads from the rain.
You won't keep my city clean.
Took all my dopamine.
Raining and cold.
You can't give my dreams away.
Lost them all yesterday.
Mourning, now I'm old.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

As the noise from the cars gets in, hide from the night, you're in starlight, never day.
This way, you can never win, dont know where to begin.
Morning, Mrs Jones.
And, a check in the mirror shows where all the dark things go.
Always, feel the same.
Fuck it, let's have another line, forget the march of time.
Fire, it glows.

Ah, You don't even need to get far.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't need to know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

Morning (Que Sera)

She was a killer!

sex and candy? NO, time to grow up. Sex and Weed

Sex & Weed Remix

Verse
Please allow me to reintroduce myself,  
I'm the echo in your prayers, your cries for help,  
I've whispered to kings and danced in the flames,  
Smiling sweetly while I call your name.  

Verse
I rode through Rome with a crooked crown,  
Watched empires crumble, then I burned 'em down.  
Lit cigars off a dying sun,  
Then sipped red wine while the plagues begun.  

Chorus
Ohhh- Ohhhh! Can you guess my name?  
I wear every mask, I play every game.  
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! I’m the face in the flame—  
Just a friend with a taste for fame.  

Verse
I played chess in the palace halls,  
Whispered secrets through cathedral walls.  
Signed the deals that sealed your fate,  
All with a smile and a twist of fate.  

Chorus
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! Can you guess my name?  
From the gallows to the halls of fame.  
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! I don’t need to explain—  
I’m the shadow that sings in the rain.  

Bridge
[Conga and Piano Groove]  
[Guitar Lick Solo – bluesy, teasing]

Verse
I kissed the lips of Marilyn’s ghost,  
Danced with rebels, drank with the hosts.  
I watched the world spin round again,  
And I laughed in the thunder and danced in the sin.  

Chorus
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! You still don't know my name?  
It’s been carved in stone and lit in flame.  
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! Don’t cry or blame—  
I just give you what you claim.  


No more sympathy for the devil

Save Me from Myself

Whistlin'

Skinwalkers

Shine

I wrote this song about my girlfriend and if you have someone in your life that you love and care about, then this song is for you. 

Last Song

"Payso Peach delivers a raw and soulful blend of hip-hop and R&B with If It Ain’t You. A track that captures emotion, passion, and truth perfect for fans of heartfelt lyrics and smooth vibes. Stream now and feel the energy."

IF IT AIN'T YOU

LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

https://jeremybrizzi.bandcamp.com

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