Name: How do you do this to me by John Nicholson
Duration: 3 min 34 s
Description: Falling so hard for someone and all you want to do is to hold them forever.

We do a little yearning <3

Falling so hard for someone and all you want to do is to hold them forever.

How do you do this to me

Mono Lake, bird of paradise - hope you like it x

Ronan Goron - lead vocals, drums, acoustic guitar, synthesizers, keyboards, hand pan, production
Valentina Tesorone - backing vocals, bass
Tom Coyne - electric guitar
Jamie Ray-Scarratt - mastering
Ella Stewart - artwork

Mono Lake

From grassy squares to the undergound
Suburban explosion a queen is crowned
down country lanes with an e type sound
white lady assassin to whom I'm bound

Where were you my dear on that empty street
potempkin houses with no place to meet
abandoned weapons
water coloured sweet
cynaide scented candles, our lovers final treat.

Lyrics: Kieran Flynn
Performed and arranged by Richard Hall

Assassin Assassin

marijuana

Untitled2

this song is so deeply personal that i had to revise some lyrics to feel comfortable posting it lol

Shadow (Demo)

A warm, mid‑tempo heartland rock song about two young lovers in a small town who believe their present will last forever. The lyrics follow their late‑night rituals, hopeful plans, and the bittersweet realization that time and change eventually pull them apart. Nostalgic and conversational, the song balances intimate storytelling with a singalong chorus that remembers youthful certainty while accepting life’s steady forward motion.

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Lyrics

Intro  
[Spoken, intimate, half‑sung:] “Main Street, summer night — where everything felt like forever.”  
Vocal hum follows the spoken line, sliding into the first melodic motif

Verse 1  
He’s got a faded tee and a pocket full of change,  
She’s got a crooked grin and a plan to leave this place.  
They meet by the soda shop where the jukebox knows their names,  
Two restless hearts that think the world will stay the same.

Pre‑Chorus  
For a little while the map is only theirs to read,  
A whispered promise, a cigarette, a midnight creed.

Chorus  
Oh, we were young and we were certain,  
Radio on, windows down, the night was ours to keep.  
We held the stars like they were pennies in our hands,  
But morning came and taught us how to leave.  
Oh, life rolls on, and the pictures stay golden,  
Two names on a porch that the years will keep.

Verse 2  
She writes her future on the back of a diner check,  
He swears he’ll find a highway that don’t look back.  
They slow‑dance in the parking lot to a song that’s half a prayer,  
Laughing at the future like it’s something they can wear.

Interlude  
Vocal hum echoes the chorus melody

Verse 3  
Years will come with quieter shoes and different doors,  
They’ll keep the names like coins in old coat drawers.  
Sometimes a postcard, sometimes a face in a crowd,  
Sometimes the streetlight calls and you stand there proud.

Bridge  
Time’s a slow teacher with a stubborn, gentle hand,  
It folds the map, it burns the edges, it scatters plans like sand.  
But every now and then that corner calls your name,  
And you remember how the small things felt the same.

Reprise  
Oh, we were young and we were certain,  
Radio on, windows down, the night was ours to keep.  
We held the stars like they were pennies in our hands,  
But morning came and taught us how to leave.

Instrumental Part  
(Instrumental section)

Chorus Reprise  
Oh, we were young and we were certain,  
Radio on, windows down, the night was ours to keep.  
We held the stars like they were pennies in our hands,  
But morning came and taught us how to leave.  
Oh, life rolls on, and the pictures stay golden,  
Two names on a porch that the years will keep.

Outro  
Small town Sunday, small town Sunday.  
Small town Sunday, small town Sunday.

© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Small Town Sunday

Homeless (demo)

written, arranged, produced by Ebril.

Lyrics:
He wore his collar beneath his sweater
he drew colors I've never seen before
he ties his brushes with a string of leather
in the end, what was it all for
as if he was a story no one told

And down the road
blades of blue grass grew 
and sing
it was dark once but now it always shines
and I think, that I miss it

If its what you want
why is it so hard 
to run for it?
to sleep
to wake
to sleep
to wake


Is there anything new on your mind today?

no its all the same, all the same
roll my window down
and let the cold wind hit me everywhere
and tangle my hair
cause its getting cold now
its getting old now

and if its what you want
why is it so hard
to run for it?
to run
to run
to run
to run

Running To The Next Bus Stop

Troy Tate monitor mixes: 30th anniversary edition

I Don't Owe You Anything

Born in Melbourne Australia, I grew up listening to Paul Kelly and Crowded House. I loved the greats such as Bob Dylan and The Beatles and dreamt of writing songs that could stand the test of time. Music to me should tell a story and reflect on experiences and passions that explore what drives us all mentally and emotionally. I write from my heart and I enjoy how lyrics or a note can affect the listener. I love hearing from my listeners and I can be found on many other platforms such as Spotify or Apple Music.

How do you do this to me

John Nicholson

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