composed, arranged and produced by Hail From Grey (Yannis Skiadas)

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

It is a clear night sky full of stars. People are going into their homes, locking the doors behind them and making sure the windows are also closed. David walks through the street, it is dark and decadent. The flickering street lights reveal parts the sidewalk sometimes. The stalking shadows are more evident now. They are watching David from a distance. Every Time a bit of light strikes the street, they retreat. Only to get closer to David when it is dark again.

As he walks, a cloak of darkness subtly hides the stars and helps the shadows to get closer to David, he turns in a corner, into an alley. It is partially lit. A shadow approaches the light and its face is drawn: inhuman, cold, with big eyes, cold smile. He approaches David, sniffing him like a predator to its prey. David empties his pockets and offers everything to the creature. It sees the loot with little interest. He grabs them and continues to threaten him. The fear is reflected in David’s face, a bony hand caresses his chin. From the now dark sky, The City’s face looms over the buildings. It is a face of death. And it is ruthless. David looks up in terror. Its hands control the shadows like puppets. The shadow that harasses David runs its sharp blade-like fingers down his face.


"You’re going nowhere. I’ve got the knife, so stay put and don’t move. Guess you like your life"


It removes its hand from David’s face and gently pulls his shirt. David resists uselessly.


"Just come. I SAID, just come. I’ll take you!”


He runs his blades through David’s abdomen and stabs his stomach while staring into his eyes. He falls on his knees with blank eyes. Lost. The rest of the creatures come out of the shadows as if to feed on their prey.

Three Sides of a Tragedy I (Reworked)

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

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.”