Sunny Days Are Over


Thirty nine different reasons for running away. Oh hey. 
Shit goes downhill, at least that's what the old timers say. No way.  

Always stay close to me.
Always a knife in my heart.
Always stood by my side.
Always the drugs tear it apart. 
Never looking back anyway.
Not used to you walking away.
Never wanted to leave.
But I couldn't possibly stay.

Thirty nine different excuses which you have now made. No way.
Plenty of secrets which we can both take to the grave. Oh, hey. 
Theres nowt to be done and there's nothing more that we can say. Go way.
The truth is a fallacy, it really depends on the day. Fuck sake. 

Always stay close to me.
Always a knife in my heart.
Always stood by my side.
Always the drugs tear it apart. 
Never looking back anyway.
Not used to you walking away.
Never wanted to leave.
But I couldn't possibly stay.

Thirty nine summers it's true that I've seen better days. Like today.
But only physically my mind as strong as a safe. What you say?

Always stay close to me.
Always a knife in my heart.
Always stood by my side.
Always the drugs tear it apart. 
Never looking back anyway.
Not used to you walking away.
Never wanted to leave.
But I couldn't possibly stay.

Thirty nine winters battling through the wind and the rain. Stay safe.
Thirty nine different reasons for getting away. What a waste.

Always stay close to me.
Always a knife in my heart.
Always stood by my side.
Always the drugs tear it apart. 
Never looking back anyway.
Not used to you walking away.
Never wanted to leave.
But I couldn't possibly stay.


Temps Perdu [E.P]

Thirty Nine

Very Easy Rough

Vodoo Doll

First song for Three Sides of a Tragedy III

Lyrics:
She loves him
And She wants him
Will do whatever it takes
To make him stay

He sees her
And he feels her
He treats her well
And leaves her after he gets laid

He was not supposed to go
Why did he leave her
Specially after having his kid

They’re on their own
Mother and son

Goes now through life
Holding hands
With her beautiful boy

She’s cleaning
She’s sweeping
She gives it all it takes
To keep a home

She’s hungry
She does their laundry
While they don’t give a fuck
And barely pay her for her job

And the money’s not enough
How will she feed him
Now she’s beginning to steal

She knows it is wrong
But she's got a son
Then she gets caught
Has to find herself another job

Is this what I ‘ve got?
For breaking my back working hard to take care of my kid

Is this what I got?
For trying to do the best I can inside this misery

Yeah, this is what I got
I sell my body cheap which suffers pain and much distress

I need to change all this
I need to find another way of bringing home all that we need

She wakes up
Puts on some makeup
Goes down a thousand stairs
To get paid

They see her
They tease her
They feel her well
And pay her after they get laid

And it's a humiliating road
And Some of them hurt her
She's lucky to get back in one piece

Climbs up the hill
Until she's home

Tries to draw a smile
Gives him a kiss
And will do all over again

Rough Beginning

A Velvets track i love to play...Another one from a songbook i have:)

Sunday Morning (VU Cover)

Another Character Resized

Friends in low places by Hope Street

Joe Tibbits - Vocals and Guitar
Barry Harman - Bass

Chaos and Silence

Friends In Low Places

When the wolves are slain, and the hills reclaimed.
We’ll lay down our swords, and our fallen mourn.
But we’ve not reached that moment, we’ve not reached that moment.
And we’ve got to breathe until it comes.

Little love, have you lungs enough?
Or were you born too late to be this tough?

There will come a night, your voices will harmonize
And your dissonance will resolve to seraphs’ chants
But this is not that evening. We’ve got to keep on breathing,
and compose until that peace becomes.

Little love, have you lungs enough?
Or were you born too late to be so tough?
To be so tough? To be so tough?

Bm7b5   C#m7b5   Dm   Em   F+   G    A

Somewhere down the road, our bodies will go cold.
They’ll return to dirt, and nourish well the Earth.
But we’ve not reached that moment, we’ve got to breathe, atone and,
And struggle till that hour comes.

Gentle love, have you lungs enough?
Or were you born too late to be this tough?
Little love. Are you rough enough?
Or were you born too late to be so tough?

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℗© 2021 Thyatira Music BMI
Music and lyrics by Kahlil's Razor.
All performances by Kahlil's Razor except main drum part by Nick Schlesinger, and female vocal by Breanna J.
Mixing by Nathan Daniel and Kahlil's Razor. 
Mastering by Nathan Daniel.

Lungs Enough?

composed and produced by Yannis Skiadas (Hail From Grey)

Naked Sun

wistful reminder of global warming: guitar & vocal

rockon2017

when winters froze

If you lived in Caracas in the late 90’s it is possible you heard his music when visiting the underground music scene, under a different name that is. A slow, dark and sometimes hard type of rock. Moving through classic and progressive rock. Strange music, not everyone's cup of tea, but with a growing audience.

Or maybe you saw and heard him moving through the city while playing his acoustic guitar with his friend and musical teammate. Playing and singing songs from The Beatles and Pink Floyd, to Cat Stevens, Soda Stereo and Nirvana. Maybe you paid them for their performance in money... or in beer.

After a long 20 years retirement from music (because life), he came back as Man from the Box. With a similar and refreshed music style and thrilled to start working with music again. Still loyal to the rock, progressive and experimental genres, Man from the Box plays music that feels eclectic, yet direct and personal, merging personal lyricism with unpredictable arrangement.
 
The now Sweden-based artist mastered the skill of blending insightful production values with skilled musicianship and great vocal performances.

“I never stopped thinking and dreaming in music. I feel such a big relief now that I started composing and producing again. It is never late.”

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