©2022 Noel Adams, words and music, all rights reserved.
Australasian Performing Right Association (APRA): GW62440692
ISWC: T-307413824-8

This tree keeps on standing
It was here when Mozart was a boy
For birds, it’s a home
And for squirrels that run, jump and roam
It’s a playground and a big adventurous toy

This tree keeps on standing
Through the years, it’s been my friend
I was ten when mama died
And I sat here and cried and cried
And this tree gave me hope and helped me mend

Sunshine and rain
Blizzard and hurricane
Unwavering, it braves them one by one
It never gives up
Never gives in
It’s always growing, reaching for the sun

This tree keeps on standing
So proud, resolute and true
Sturdy and strong
Unafraid it faces what comes along
And I cross my heart and promise
This is how I will love you

Sturdy and strong
I’ll fearlessly face what comes along
And with all my heart, I promise 
I’ll be as steadfast as this tree

This Tree

A song suggesting the relationship is sinking,  But there's still the hope of patching it up.

The vid:  https://youtu.be/HHU67XaGPzw

Down Down Down

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

A teenager's first love just broke up with them. They mope around until lovesick blue fades away and they find another love of their life.

The harp is from a MIDI harp loop.
The piano is from EZKeys2
The strings are from Band-in-a-Box
All are using my sound sources.
Via my breath and keyboard controllers I am playing the Swam violin and Bassoon.


Lovesick Blue

The Emperor has died. As the Royal and flamboyant funeral march goes through the streets of his kingdom his citizens mourning his death.  

I am way outside my comfort zone on this one.

Band-in-a-Box is supplying the drum, background strings and guitar tracks.  I am playing everything else.

The Emperor's Funeral March

A song about cleaning up the mess --or not.

The vid:  https://youtu.be/lJtoNC_ox0E

When Shift Happens

Why do today what I won’t do tomorrow
Cause I don’t know where I’ll be
Anyone can see what’s hanging on my clothesline
I don’t care as long as you’re hanging with me

You say I’m silly, a willy, a low-land hillbilly
You say I’m adorable
I’m a sinner, a winner, an intellect beginner
But I’ll never be a deplorable

When I see a man just sitting on the sidewalk
I say, Brother, let’s talk man to man
Everyone near or far is my neighbor
Brother, I’m gonna help you the best that I can

You say I’m silly, a willy, a low-land hillbilly
You say I’m adorable
I’m a monkey, sugar junkie, a small-town flunky 
But I’ll never be a deplorable

You say I’m silly, a willy, a low-land hillbilly
You say I’m adorable
I’m electric, eclectic, calmly apoplectic 
But I’ll never be a deplorable

Electric Eclectic


© 2025 Janice Merritt, Bud Merritt & Peter Fulham
Janice: vocals, melody, progression & arrangement
Bud: lyrics, arrangement, mix and mastering 
Peter: guitars 
Thanks to PG Music & Peter Fulham

Intro 
V1:
relaxing in the park surrounded by roses
blue birds are singing, the leaves are swaying
I let my worries and tension slide away
enchanted by blue skies with clouds slowly dancing 

Rest

Refrain
 oh no! here come the scrolling zombies 
tangled in the tech gods’ web

V2
led by a phone like a carrot on a stick
no time to waste there’s always another app
earbuds have replaced mother nature’s call 
stepping in line tap tap tap
 
Solo

Bridge: 
Alger's Rhythm Kings lay down the beat 
for Zombies who’ve passed the point of retreat. 

V3
driven by ones, zeros and pixels
buried deep in their reels and likes
no light no life in their staring eyes
up down left right go the finger swipes

Refrain 

Outro solo

Tag

Scrolling Zombies

Darcy lit a Newport with a gas station match
Leanin' on Joey’s Civic, the paint all scratched
With a trunk full of tools and 8-track dreams
She said, “They say Bushwick’s changing, but it’s still the same to me”

Joey had a scar from the Navy days
Said he used to fix turbines out in San Diego Bay
Now he’s doin’ drywall for a friend in the Heights
Said, “Baby, we’ll be alright, just gotta make it through another night”

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

She had a spiral notebook full of names
Some ol’ boyfriends and schemes that never came
But Joey only read the poems she wrote in bed
About motels by the ocean and the words she never said

At her cousin’s place off Dekalb Avenue
Took turns in the shower, shared the one good bath towel
She worked part-time at the thrift on Flushing
Stole snacks for Joey when the hunger came rushing

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

Some nights they’d dance to the car stereo
Some nights they’d fight about nothin' at all
She’d cry in the front seat, he’d punch the dashboard
But they never stopped showing up when the other one called

That winter hit hard and the heat got cut
But they wrapped up in blankets and called it enough
She said, “This ain’t pretty, but it’s better than gone”
He said, “Darcy, you and me, we’ve been holdin’ on this long”

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

Brooklyn Love Song (with Joliz)

Noir Jazz feature electric guitar on lead. Powerful and emotional.

It's Been A Long Time

Just me spouting off about some of my pet peeves. 

I'm a Grumpy Old Man

C- I'm a grumpy old man
That's what I am
A grumpy old man

Have you ever picked up a can of something and looked at the serving size and instead of 2 or 3 servings it says about 2.5 servings.  What the hell don't they know how much they put in there?

Have you ever purchased a box of cereal or potato chips and the package says the contents may have settled? You open the bag or box and it is only half full!  It didn't settle you didn't fill it!

Chorus

Don't you love those jar covers with little tabs that you have to bend up and pull to open the jar. Do you know how they attach that covering? You're in luck because I'm gonna tell you. They use the strongest adhesive they can find! If you are not a professional wrestler then good luck at opening that jar.

Hold it for a second guys I'll be right back. Hey you kids get off of my lawn. Where were we?  Oh ya

chorus

Speaking of jars have you noticed how tight those metal caps over the covers are now? They are obviously using the strongest robots on their production lines to tighten them.

Don't you love those ads that say something like now using real peanut butter. What the hell were they using before?  Plastic peanut butter?

chorus

Have you ever used plastic wrap, aluminum foil, wax paper and tried to use the built in cutter?  Instead of perfectly ripping it off the damn box either bends, breaks or those push in tabs on the end of the box don't hold the roll and it ends up on the floor! Why can't they make the box strong enough to use as directed? 

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A Grumpy Old Man

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.

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