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

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?

“Get Wise, Child”

Dazzled by the shine of each dashing smile
Child, you better wise to the guise of guile
Give your heart to dance to their passing fancies
You're like to end up lonely, bitter, and angry

The world is false
And full of greed
They’ll praise your faults
And deceive your needs

Find yourself a love that esteems and improves you
One whom pairing to will make a marriage of gratitude

Through cold, dark nights
They’ll by your side attend
You’ll hold them dear
And thank God for so good a friend

Fallin’ into cults for that special direction
Double-check your step ‘cause bad thoughts ’re infectious
The world is like to debase with a myriad voices
Listen past their noise cause the most are joyless

The world is false
And full of greed
They’ll praise your faults
And deceive your needs

Find yourself the truth that uplifts and refines you
The one the world can’t shake because it builds true fortitude

Through bleak, long days
It’ll keep from distress
You’ll hold it dear
And thank God for your good sense

The world may sway
In violent madness
But don’t you fear
‘Cause you’ve prepared a strong defense

Get wise, child
The world will joy-ride you
Get wise, child
Don’t let the world decide you

Get wise, child
You need a true friend beside you
Get wise, child
You need the truth to guide you

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Get Wise, Child

"How about a night? 
A night of unrest!
A night of profound indignity!"

I've never had someone fight me so much that I dare to question my bidding.
Even more than intrigued by your instincts and scared that you seem so unwilling.
There's been a change in your ways that have brought change in mine, too. And I might just start killing.
But I'll wait til I know if these thoughts are a new part of me, or if I'm just being silly.

How about a round?
A round on the house!
Goblets of fire!
How about a night? 
A night of unrest!
A night of profound indignity!

(You can bring me back to life)
Before I feel nothing, and slip away, slip away
(I'll bear the weight this time, cause it's right)
Show you a whole different side of me, I'm not a waste

I regret things, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. I've grown. And I'll just keep living.
 Another day to make sense of my instincts and share the gift that keeps giving.
In a room filled with a strange air, I am safe there, cause I know. I'm just visiting.
 Gonna keep on, there's a way still, you won't fall away on me like that. We'll make our way to the city.


How about a night!? A night of unrest! A night of profound indignity!

This is where I went when I went insane
And I don't think that I am coming home again
Locked up in a corner of your mind, no
I don't think that I am coming home

The ceiling and the wall melt into one
Just like the sky and the ocean
The seaguls all are staring at my face
No I don't think I'll ever leave this place

And now sir Oswald Mosley is lecturing the hall
While faint echoes of voices come from the walls
And as the waves come closer they rise to a
Roar

This must be the edge of the world
Here where the sky is made of mirrors
And the crowd is getting larger by the day
There's the Mitford sisters and Margareth Mary Ray

Now there's Edward Bernays and he is shouting at the floor
That no waves are crashing through the open doors
And the hungry eyes of seagulls never stop demanding 
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I don't want to live in your imagination anymore
And I don't think that I am coming come

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