Here's my latest single 'Judy', an indie pop song about life, dreams & spreadsheets. All the important stuff, basically.

Check it out on:
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4WnwbUC9pkhF5oJo2s5IcV
Bandcamp: https://davidtaro.bandcamp.com/album/judy
Youtube: https://youtu.be/BllYMQOmOS4

[UPDATE] Reviews are coming in for Judy!

“From start to finish this song packs a beautiful punch and encourages the listener to ultimately get out there and live their life to the fullest.” - Gifted Balance Records, The Study Lounge Blog
https://www.giftedbalancerecords.com/thestudylounge/davidtarojudy

“A beautiful and pretty sounding song with a stinger ending and a great, radio friendly length, Judy has all the elements needed for a huge hit that already sounds absolutely timeless. One of our favourites in a long time.” - Send Me Your Ears
https://sendmeyourears.com/david-taro-judy/

“Representing the London music scene, David Taro is a singer, songwriter, and multi-talented performer who’s put his signature essence on his latest, ’Judy’. Keeping things genuine in the song’s prowess to tell a compelling story through imagery-filled lyricism, there’s definitely an optimism that comes through by the final notes.” - We Write About Music
https://www.wewriteaboutmusic.com/reviews/david-taro-judy


Thank you for listening

LYRICS:

Judy wakes up
Sips from a cup of coffee
Runs for the bus
Same way she has forever
And if you don’t get too excited
Well, you won’t be sorry

Judy is bored
Largely ignored by colleagues
Chews on a pen
Turns back again to the spreadsheet
And if you don’t have dreams to start with
Well, they can’t get broken
And ah, they can’t get broken

Judy has friends
Katie and Ben and Emily
Known them for years
Drank cheap wine and beer in their company
But she don’t see much of them these days
They’ve all got families
And ah, they’ve all got families

Judy, if wanna live the way you wanna
Who am I to judge you
You don’t have to be like you get told to be like
Don’t need someone to love you

Judy comes home
Has dinner alone in her bedroom
Washes her plate
Stays up til late with the TV
And when she turns the lights off
Well, she won't be sorry
Ah, she won't be sorry
Ah, she won't be sorry

Judy

This is an original song with guitar accompaniment that I wrote on Aruba in May 2021.

Beauty and Pain

“don’t believe in story”

wanna cry
can’t empathize
don’t believe in story

so many lies
can’t recognize
weary of the wary

words that try
can’t characterize
don’t relieve the empty

pathetic sigh
sardonic wry
what it is without story

still and all anyway okay

how trust anyone else
when don’t believe in life itself

haven’t cried
haven’t empathized
lost faith in story

was a man
lived and died
then rose in glory

opened eyes
changed life
sacred ceremony

going where to and from can’t say
no yesterday tomorrow only today
spinning whirling twirling twisting monkey
still and all anyway okay

how trust anyone else
when don’t believe in life itself

bone dry
post-modernized
don’t believe in story

artificial dye
tongue-tied awry
masquerading folly

live and die
no through-line
so it goes without glory

no you no i
hello goodbye
what it is without story

still and all anyway

- - -
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

don't believe in story

All Music written and performed by: John Baker
Main guitar lead written and performed by: AL'Z
All Lyrics written and performed by: Dark Number Nine
Mixed and Mastered by: John Baker

This is our final track of our Vlad series... Couldn't do a Vlad story without a little touch of the supernatural, so we created our own little story. 

My Ancestor’s Brutal Heart

We’d gather ‘round the spirit fire
Hypnotized by tales of old
Relatives would story tell for hours
Full moons, silver, blood, lust and the madness

I watch my younger self
Amidst Transylvanian countrysides
It’s so instinctive to shun the light
Darkness is where I’m drawn and
Will stay because I know I just belong

And at last when night falls
Before I go about the nocturnal life
I kneel down to
Honor our dead who sacrificed
For this country I can roam forever
Home because of my
Ancestor’s brutal heart.

Early on I discovered
I can shift into this creature
That hovers above castles
That still hold
Forbidden secrets

I can’t help but spin around
I call it my vampyric happiness
I’ll always relish when that
Otherworldly being bit me
And this is where the myth really ends
And the truth of my immortal life begins

CHORUS

Time is slow but Days
Still go by and by and
I notice when I pass, well, any mirror
I keep fading,
But I’m thrilled to report
Now I have no image
Has it been five years?
Another like me laughs
“Like five hundred”

I can’t help but spin around
I call it my vampyric happiness
I’ll always relish when
That otherworldly being bit me
This is where the myth really ends
And the truth of my immortal life begins

CHORUS

(c) 2022 Dark Number Nine

6. My Ancestor's Brutal Heart

Playing Games

Might need to turn it up a little:)
**remixed 12/23 to fix boomy guitar and adjust eq on multiple tracks:)***
All rights reserved 12/5/2022
Artwork by Robin F. Williams 

I know… if I look away
I’m better off to see…
Time in a different way
And how it should be…
The minutes move so slowly
And sow their seeds…
Morning takes away the darkness
Eventually…

And if…I don’t miss the chance
To take it all in inside
Before walls come crumbling down
And we run and hide…
The hours show so little mercy 
Don’t you see
That we’re given what we need
Eventually…

The hours show so little mercy 
Don’t you see
That we’re given what we need
Eventually…

Eventually

“Electric Candles”

I’m living fire
Bodily combustion
Burning blue under snow

Tendered words don’t warm me
I receive them—cold, cold, cold

I’m flesh and wonder
Presence ecstatic
But I feel alone

Emoticons don’t embrace me
I can’t feel what’s not here to hold

With an analog urge
I try to form myself into a sentence
To convey myself
On the digital surge
With only image to fill the lack of presence
I misspell myself

Electric candles
Burning not burning
In an alien, blue glow

You are without me
I only feel you—cold, cold, cold

Custom commons
Vicarious persons
Who the hell wants to know?

Be here with me
Let’s learn how to know and be known

Electric candles
Hissing with their flicker
Without human warmth
We freeze
A space so vacant
An air like static

Electric candles
A current from an outlet
Two simple pins that never truly connect
For real

Electric candles
Burning imagination
Visions as real as psychic hallucinations
That burn out when touched

Electric candles
Bluer than a held breath
The hope is lit
But shorter than a glim’s breadth
With no warmth to feel

- - -
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Electric Candles

Run To It (feat Milko)

“Pitch In”

I try to open my heart
But anger slips quick inside
I try to be a man of peace
But I’m shakin’ mad all the time

I know it starts with me
But can’t anyone else—pitch in?

I try to be courageous
But I’m better at compliant
I try to stand by the truth
But I stand there dead silent

Some try to change the world
God bless ‘em, you’d never know
I’d like to change the world
So I guess I’m one of those

I know it starts with me
But can’t anyone else—pitch in?

- - -
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Pitch In

“What’s a People Do?”

All we carried precious
To erect our paradise
Seems to lack the hardiness
To meet the present trials

For the damage is obvious
To all with level minds
And the laborers plenteous
Who might their hands supply

When a foundation cracks its full span
What’s a people do?
When their old tools fail in their hands
What’s a people do?

Not for want of meetness
Does a hammer miss its mark
Nor for want of handiness
If sturdy from its start

But the hands of the duteous
Are weak from leisure’s idle
And their skill but dubious
When untaught for such trials

When a foundation cracks its full span
What’s a people?
When their old tools fail in their hands
What’s a people do?
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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

What's a People Do?

What’s making that noise? Whatever it is it can’t be feeling very well
The hum of civilisation at  a thousand decibels
Carrying information that it’s all gone straight to hell

Evo-psychologists and neuro-tick scientists sneak around
In the slums and the back alleys of every town
Looking for brains to devour and people to put down

And all the artists walk around like the ghosts of their dead idols
With stolen clothes and stolen words and stolen lack of ideals
Good artists copy great artists steal but kleptomania is a disease

And the news shows are the new crime drama series
The more violence the more viewers the more money there is
all while investment bankers murder millions sanctioned by grand juries

And we’re all so cynical, all so bored so weary
Must be thermodynamics or inevitable game theory
And postmodernists and new atheists fight it out man you should hear it

And the polygamists are in bed with almost everyone
Strategically gaining influence one orgasm at a time
Knowing that only they can stop this far-gone decline

And the consultant lecturer makes a killing on his method to avoid
The status anxiety society has given him since he was a boy
Just get rich! And enjoy being self employed

Now look at me I’m a wreck am a fool am disaster
A bundle of issues and a discount-rate quantity of hurt
With my M-W complex and nostalgia and longing for her

What’s making that noise?

Entropy

Plastic Flower

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