On a tous envie de partir
Auteur / Compositeur / Interprète : Chris Cost 
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Edition 10/04/2021
Version Pop137 - 07 (chant02 + Ajout Strings)

On a tous envie de partir

Maybe Tomorrow
©2023 Noel Adams, words and music, all rights reserved
Australasian Performing Rights Association (APRA): GW74850082
ISWC: T-331633095-3

[A1]
Maybe tomorrow 
This ocean will be blue again
Ripples will be glistening 
Sailors will be whistling
And my heart will shine like new again

[A2]
Maybe tomorrow
The heavens won’t be looking forsaken
No more clouds of sadness
Just yellow rays of gladness 
To heal me and help hope awaken

[B]
Yesterday overflowed with laughter
You were there 
Smiles were everywhere
But now today, the sea I sail is lonely
And my heart longs for repair

[A3]
Maybe tomorrow
I will understand my role in our story
If I can figure out my karma
Then maybe I will know
Maybe tomorrow

[INTERLUDE]

[B]
Yesterday overflowed with laughter
You were there 
Smiles were everywhere
But now today, the sea I sail is lonely
And my heart longs for repair

[A3]
Maybe tomorrow
I will understand my role in our story
If I can figure out my karma
Then maybe I will know
Maybe tomorrow

[Tag]
When I figure out my karma
Then maybe I will know
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow

Maybe Tomorrow

© 2025 J. Merritt, B. Merritt & P. Fulham  
Janice Merritt: lead vocal, harmony vocals, background vocals, melody, arrangement and mix 
Bud Merritt: lyric, mix, arrangement, mastering, RealTracks*, RealDrums*, MIDISuperTrack and photo
 Peter Fulham: guitar solos/fills, mix and arrangement 
 Thanks to *PG Music.

Sinkhole

V1
Been wandering around the high ground
While wondering about the low ground 
It’s been so long I’ve forgotten why
Searching for a clue to where I’m bound 

Ch
Now I’m floundering about in a sinkhole  
Reckon my middle ground fell through
Why are those people staring down at me
Could it be they simply enjoy the view

V2
I once thought every road went somewhere 
I spent too long trying to tell my own fortune 
Wasted time trying to separate needing from wanting 
It was easy to turn reality into distortion  
 
Ch

SOLO

Bridge
I acted like doing nothing was something
Another recipe for failure  in the making 

Ch

Sinkhole

I’ve got some Dylan
Some Velvet Underground
“Chelsea Girls”
On this mixtape I found
Ribbon on a reel 
My life in sound
Yeah ribbon on a reel
My life in sound

I’ve got some Bowie
From the old “Low” days
The thin white lines
And the foggy haze
The songs get played
Then fade away
Yeah the songs get played
Then fade away

I’ve got some Patti
Singing “Dream Of Life”
She’s howling out dreams
Into the deep dark night
It feels so alive
So it’s alright
Yeah it feels so alive
So it’s alright

I’ve got some Leonard
On this old Walk Man
He comes up after Joni
“So Long Marianne”
Such a heartbreak
Guess he wasn’t her man
Yeah such a heartbreak
Guess he wasn’t her man

Cause that’s my life 
This mixtape I found
Yeah that’s my life 
My replay life in sound
Cause that’s my life 
This mixtape I found
Yeah that’s my life 
My replay life in sound

MIXTAPE (with Joliz)

All acoustic Pop-Folk featuring acoustic steel string acoustic 6-stgring on lead.

Old Memories

1. Movement - Demise:
The first movement portrays a gradual descent, culminating in absolute despair.
After a brief, enigmatic introduction, the piece unfolds episodes of carefree and jubilant dancing, intertwined with moments of social revelry.
But with a hauntingly oppressive cry for help, desperate calls, the work plunges deeper into despair, culminating in utter dissolution. 
The instruments, scattered across the vast sonic landscape, attempt to connect, yet fail.
The first movement concludes in profound hopelessness, with a fragile lament fading away through descending semitones, drained of all strength.

Pandemic Symphony - Demise

Fictitious flask of fortune 
roll over me with evil eye
in wicker casket - pallid, tortured. 

Cast the weapons, the crucifix. 
Like Rome, nature heals. 
The concrete mends in cracks and rain
to shield incoming conquests. 

Bring our tropic pledge. 
Mast flag with the bats 
and Gettysburg barrels.
Downturned underground sightless. 
Beneath green blades and blood. 

Salute your goodnight
before the morning comes around.
The sunshine child 
born to darkness
will rise more bold than I 
and be it foretold.
Slain at their hand.
Their deep red runneth
down their thrones. 

Words by Riley Robinson

Royal Tease

ReggaeBluesFunk :)
© 2016-2025 J. Merritt, B. Merritt & P. Fulham
Janice Merritt: vocals and cajon
Peter Fulham: guitar
Ray Cochrane: bass
Bud Merritt: Mixing/Mastering/RealTracks*/RealDrums*/MidiSuperTracks*
Thanks to PG Music*, Peter & Ray

Baby please forget that stop button
You don't need to hit that button
don't want money, don’t need a mansion

Just hit pause before it's too late
Yeah hit pause before it's too late
Come on now doncha hesitate

I feel like I've been on fast forward
Yeah too long on fast forward
Slow it down, you know my password

Rewind me, take me back in time
Rewind me, take me back in time
Back to when you were all mine

Rewind Me

Another country breakup song.

The backing tracks are from Band-in-a-Box.

Drinking My Weight in Beer

c-I'm drinking my weight in beer
Celebrating you're not here
That's something for me to cheer
So I'm dinking lots of beer

v-You said I was a bum
Even though I called you hun
You were never fun
So away you did run

v- You met my BFF at a gym
While you were taking a swim
Maybe I should drink gin
'cause I never really met him

Chorus

V-I'm as happy as I can be
No ball and chain around me
No need for a lock and key
'cause now I am free

Chorus







Drinking My Weight in Beer

Just a little impromptu-ish take on "Anything You Can Do" from Irving Berlin's 1946 musical "Annie Get Your Gun".
I was joined by mezzo-soprano Bethan Morris, and the piano track was provided by Helen Roberts.

We were making a cake, and found that we are altogether much more fond of fondant than of guns...and honestly who would sign up for a mass shooting if they could join a cake tasting instead..

We hope you'll enjoy our inanities.

Anything You Can Do (Annie get your gun - Iving Berlin - the patissier's ed)

Give It To Me in 3_4 Time

For me, songwriting is a puzzle. I keep at it day after day after day. And eventually all the twisting and turning with words and rhymes morphs something worth smiling about.

Maybe Tomorrow

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