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The Girl in 14G
The Girl in 14G was written by Jeanine Tesori for the American actress and singer, Kristen Chenoweth, and featured on her 2001 debut CD, Let Yourself Go. The song is based on her personal experience: when she first moved to New York City, she couldn’t sleep due to the constant noise. She meets her noisy neighbours and tells how she finally gets them to keep quiet. We hear elements from the opera Tristan und Isolde, the aria Queen of the Night from The Magic Flute, as well as Swan Lake.

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The Girl In 14G (arr. Bert Willemsen) - Jeanine Tesori

Queria hablar español, and so
I wandered my way to Bolivia 
Now from my cell in the heart of La Paz
I pine for my lovely Olivia

Olivia appeared like a long-lost dream
From Heaven she said God had hastened her
“Sip my elixir of love,” she implored 
 My trust then I readily placed in her

We sang to the stars of the southern sky
And sipped sucumbé, tea and lemonade
Danced to the whims of her passion until
Polícia cut short our escapade

O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me 
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?    

My sentence may outlive my life, but now
I must not let misery harden me
Locked in La Paz for the rest of my life 
I pray presidente may pardon me

O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me 
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?    

My lovely Olivia. Of course, I forgive ya
Olivia, I give ya my love    
Olivia, te doy mi amor    

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music composed with Suno AI

Olivia

Another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I lean on a tall oak, my cheek to her bark
And mourn my companion as the woodland grows dark

Oh, I miss my companion, always more, never less
As the years wrap around me, they embrace my distress
I return to you empty. Speak again what you teach
From the ages inside you round and as wide as my reach

Then the oak speaks for hours and her wisdom I heed
I hear in her silence all the solace I need
"Stay standing, she minds me, "let death do its worst
"Welcome each sunrise as if it's your first"

Yes, another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I must leave you again now with tears on your bark
But I'll come back each autumn till my memory goes dark

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Companion

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, I hate to walk with you downtown
Justine, I hate to walk with you downtown
You talk so loud and you're always putting me down

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, you wear your clothes inside out
Justine, you wear your clothes inside out
Your hearts so full of anger and your heads so full of doubt

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, come and get your cigarets
Justine, come and get your cigarets
You left them on the table and I'm trying to forget

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

© Copyright 1976, 2000 , 2025Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Justine

Well, I never climbed a mountain, no, I never even tried
What’s the point of crawlin halfway to the sky? 
When everything I wanna see is somewhere in your eyes
And I never have to ever leave your side 

No, I’ll never solve a mystery or cure a rare disease
My face will never grace Time magazine 
And though I try to please you and keep you trouble free
I can never ever give you guarantees 

But every day I try to make you smile and never cry
Help you soothe your wounds and chase away your blues 
I’ll never get it all right and always come up shy
But I’ll never ever give you alibis 

Oh, there’s so much more I haven’t done and so much more to do
To be the man you hoped that I would be 
But there’ll always be one promise you can count on comin true
I will never, no not ever, not love you 

And every day I try to make you smile and never cry
Help you soothe your wounds and chase away your blues 
I’ll never get it all right and always come up shy
And I’ll never ever give you alibis 

Oh, there’s so much more I haven’t done and so much more to do
To be the man you hoped that I would be 
But there’ll always be one promise you can count on comin true
I will never, no not ever, not love you

No, I’ll never, no not ever, not love you 

Words © Copyright 2014 Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno AI

Never

let’s remember Alice Ball, long unrecognized 
found a cure for leprosy, so long ago   
Alice died at twenty-three      
white men called her work their own
I think we all know why
I think we all know why

let us give Charles Drew his due, long unrecognized
taught us how to share our blood, so long ago
volunteered to donate first
white men turned charles drew away
I think we all know why
I think we all know why

where have all the lepers gone?
Alice healed them all
blood banks save so many lives
Charles made it so
why were they not recognized?
jealous white men feared their fame

I think we all know why
I think we all know why

© Copyright 2025
Music with Suno AI

We All Know Why

Everybody thinks jocks are dumb
Not the case where I come from
I know what it takes to read a faking fullback
I know what it takes to anticipate an all-on sack
I know what it takes to make sure you don't head on out onto the gridiron with your
jock on backwards

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

Cuz if you hustle instead of pace your defense with bump-and-run coverage, you may
miss the sack opportunity and rush around the gap on the snap and meet a stiﬀ-arm
defender when double coverage demands running out the clock, because your
opponent is in field goal range and the kicker's putting yards behind every triple-man
screen around the passing pocket, so now you have the watch the other team's coach
take a Gatorade shower and you're screwed!

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

Cuz if you hustle in the wrong direction, you miss a squeeze play on the balk and get
caught with one run down, bases loaded on an infield-fly base on balls, dirt dog
followed by a screwball clutch pickle full-count, late-run pressure situation forcing a
grand-slam wall climber, because you sent your sweeping curve to a switch hitter with
an RBI pinch-hitter pick-oﬀ at the end of position change close-call, causing your
coach to start cussing out the umpire, instigating a bench-clearing brawl and you're
screwed!

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

You know, just because some jocks don't interview like philosophy professors, doesn't
mean they don't know a lot more about a whole lotta shit you never even thought
about much less could understand

I know what it takes to keep your point guard clear
I know what it takes to make the bleachers cheer
I know what it takes not to dunk the ball in the wrong damn basket

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

Cuz if you hustle with the wrong intention and you don't let the game come to your
after a one-and-done wheel oﬀense to answer a zone defense crooked zebra pick-and-
run, you end up putting pressure on the crossover defense clutch shot when you need
a squeeze oﬀense, one-on-one, man-to-man oﬀ pass rather than a triple-dribble hook
shot for less time in the paint in favor of a three-pointer oﬀ the glass with a buzzer-
beater, full-clock laid-oﬀ shot time missed in the last half second to bounce you right
out of the bracket and you're screwed!

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

You think I'm making this shit up, don't you?
It takes brains

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno.com AI

It Takes Brains

The second in this series, so in dorian mode. With bagpipes!

#23 Amber Waltz

“Back Home To Me” captures the quiet resilience and aching hope of the 1940s home front. Set to the sound of slow radio ballads and echoing factory halls, this song is a letter in melody—written by someone waiting, praying, and holding on. A tribute to love in wartime, and to the memories that kept hearts strong until peace returned.

💌 For all the ones who waited.

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The '40s (Back Home To Me)

A Billion Points of Light

J'en Ai Rêvé  - Sleeping Beauty

Marie Myriam - L'oiseau Et L'enfant.mp3

This is my version of the ending song of Avengers: Endgame. Enjoy it!! :)

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LYRICS (english):

Never thought that you would be 
standing here so close to me 
there's so much I feel that I should say 
but words can wait until some other day

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
Haven't felt like this, my dear
Since can't remember when
It's been a long, long time

You'll never know how many dreams
I've dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time

AVENGERS ENDGAME - It's Been A Long, Long Time (Cover by Iria)

The French Version of One Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty

Once Upon a Dream (French Ver.)

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.

It Takes Brains

Peter Lloyd

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