Name: Where Memories Breathe by Max Yoshio
Duration: 4 min 9 s
Description: Reinterpretation and remix by Licia Furtado

SONGCATCHER
Copyright 2024 Rinaldo/O'Brien
Music by Whitman Rinaldo; Lyrics by Alex O’Brien 
All Rights Reserved

Whitman Rinaldo: vocals, electric guitar, mixing/mastering
Moe Howard: piano
Chris Fuller: bass

She ran to the river
To try and catch a song
When she got to the river
A voice asked her what was wrong

So she climbed up a mountain
She hoped a song was waiting there
When she climbed up the mountain
A voice whispered in the air

Inspiration is magic
It’s a gift on a breeze
No, don’t worry, you can’t hurry
It will come when your mind is free

So she sat in the silence
No thoughts of gold or fame
When she found her silence
A choir of angels came

Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah

She was met by a choir of angels
Singing her heavenly songs
Healing and making her strong

Inspiration is magic
It’s a gift on a breeze
No, don’t worry, you can’t hurry
It will come when your mind is free
It will come when your mind is free
It will come when your mind is free

RELEASED ON SOUNDCLOUD: July 17, 2024

Songcatcher - Featuring Whitman Rinaldo

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Video now at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lTXvFZJpF8

She stood there in "the shiver ring"
That was the name we gave the ring
Our footsteps made in the snow, a circle of truth

Let go all the lies and the make-believe
There's no snow jobs in the shiver, shiver ring
So she stood there and spoke her truth
When she said "I love you"

And in the cold, cold wintertide
The hard truths can't be denied
And I, I say I love her true
I really do

When we stepped into the shiver ring
Our breath in the air was glistening
A vapor born of something new

So goodbye winter and hello spring
Now we're rising from the shiver ring
My love, oh I remember
And everything still rings true

Tom Hanson - acoustic guitars, vocals
Dan Lawonn - cellos

The Shiver Ring

Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter
Playin’ twister
Handsome mister
Had his arm around me

He can’t resist her
Tempting whispers
Turned to kiss her
I broke down suddenly 

He said I was the one, I fell for his persuasion
Propaganda, telling lies, politician faking
Bet he looks her in the eyes, repeats that shit verbatim 
When I realized, I just let her take him

They stand in glory like they won a contest 
I start to question was he ever honest
I wanted healing, but he wanted trauma 
Careful what you wish for, now we got it

Ugly dresses
Tumbleweeds
At the alter dreaming 
He’s chasing the dream with me

My name in stars 
Boulevards
When we speak it’s just my 
guitar memoirs in his car 

He said I was the one, I fell for his persuasion
Propaganda, telling lies, politician faking
Bet he looks her in the eyes, repeats that shit verbatim 
When I realized, I just let her take him

They stand in glory like they won a contest 
I start to question was he ever honest
I wanted healing, but he wanted trauma 
Careful what you wish for, now we got it

Walking down the aisle,
Hands and knees shaking
I don’t think he knows what 
a big mistake he’s making

But I don’t really care 
I don’t even need him
Yeah, he got a wife
Baby, I got freedom

I stand in glory cause I won a contest 
They love my music cause I’m so honest
I wanted healing but he wanted trauma 
Careful what you wish for, now we got it

Now we got it

shapeshifter

Dear Diary, 

I have a story to confess
I just need to get it off my chest
I did something so salacious
Let’s keep it on a need to know basis

Dear Diary, 

I have a dirty little secret
You’re the only one I trust to keep it
Hush hush, on the down low
Hidden underneath the pillow

Last night I was sleeping in his bed
and scratching his head
and kissing his neck
I was starry eyed, he was Van Gogh
He’s my ex, I should’ve said no 

But once he started grabbing my hips
and licking his lips
I couldn’t resist
I went further than I should go
Signed his body

Xoxo

Dear Diary,

I’m telling you this in confidence
Please don’t share it with an audience
It’s so much more than they can handle
If they found out it’d be a scandal

Dear Diary,

Typically, I’m a good girl
I wear my sunday dress and pearls
But between us, I‘d do it all again
He felt more like heaven than a sin 

Last night I was sleeping in his bed
and scratching his head
and kissing his neck
I was shipwrecked, he was Leo
It was going down, I couldn’t let go

‘Cause once he started
grabbing my hips
and licking his lips
I couldn’t resist
I went further than I should go
Signed his body

Xoxo

I’d take the fifth if I had to testify
I’d make up a lie, I’d give an alibi
I’d be clueless
But the truth is…

Last night I was sleeping in his bed
and scratching his head
and kissing his neck
I was starry eyed, he was Van Gogh
He’s my ex, I should’ve said no 

But once he started grabbing my hips
and licking his lips
I couldn’t resist
I went further than I should go
Signed his body

Xoxo

Last night I was sleeping in his bed
and scratching his head
and kissing his neck
I was shipwrecked, he was Leo
It was going down, I couldn’t let go

‘Cause once he started grabbing my hips
and licking his lips
I couldn’t resist
I went further than I should go
Signed his body

Xoxo

Dear Diary

dear diary

This is about the life of the artist, Eduardo Paolozzi, and about using experiences to inform the creation of art.

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Such a lot to think about 
When your family is
Pulled down under the waves
That crash
Around the sunken ship
That was trying to take you back home

The sea we used to gaze upon
From the family shop that sold ice cream
To kids, they were on their holidays
Before they went back home

Close your eyes
And you can go right back there

What do you see?
Eduardo draws it carefully
The fisherman and his wife
Are calling
They want to help you get back home
Before it’s too late

Melt down those memories
Make something new
For a station
By a building

It’s a 100ft tall
It towers above

Melt down those memories
A ritual forgot
Sculpted anew
Just like the wave
That swept your family away

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Credits:
Vocals by Lyv (https://linktree.com/lyveriana)
Guitar by Gabb (https://www.fiverr.com/gabb_matos)

Song for Eduardo

She’s got a soft heart
But is Berlin tough
She was 7 years old
When the wall opened up

Her mother lit candles
For the ones who fled
Her brother played Bowie
On an old cassette

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

She turned 21
In the east side bars
With the ghosts of poets
And their old guitars

These days she’s a writer
And she carries the sound
Of that early November
When the wall came down

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

Last Days Of The Wall (with Joliz)

Reinterpretation and remix by Licia Furtado

Where Memories Breathe

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

  Lyrics:

I have to ask myself
Is it all your fault, is it just you?
If I need someone to blame
It's easier to turn away
Feel big for one more day

But I am here to learn
And see myself for how I am to you

Are you the only one who did wrong?
If I need someone to blame
I don't see myself, only you
But I can make mistakes
It's easier to turn away
Feel big for one more day

But I am here to learn
And see myself for how I am to you

Am I the only one who can see..?
We are both to blame
You also make mistakes, like me
If we need someone to blame
It's easier to turn away
Feel big for one more day

But I am here to learn
And see myself for how I am to you..

I am here to learn..

I am here to learn...

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-Thank you so much for listening! 🫶

I Am Here To Learn

I Drown inside my mind

Max Yoshio, (maxyoshiocomposer@gmail.com)

Max Yoshio. Composer. Vienna's classical heritage confronts the freedom of modern folk.

His work navigates between expansive instrumental landscapes and songs where the voice acts as a central texture, creating narratives that fuse the ethereal with the organic. Designed to integrate into audiovisual works, his sound builds atmospheres of contemporary nostalgia through arrangements that are both minimalist and cinematic.

Where Memories Breathe

Max Yoshio

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