Spaces

written by Dino Fernandez, on 5/29/2021

(Verse1)
There was a time back then,
I didn't know any better.
I only did the things I wanted,
While everyone did the same.
You kept it all inside you.
I always asked how you were.

(Verse2)
We ended up taking each other for granted.
We tried, that's the way it went.
I thought we walked on the same side,
Looked at life eye to eye.
You kept it all inside you,
& I didn't know what to do.

(Bridge)
You didn't tell me, you couldn't say.
I swear I asked you, I know I did.
I thought about you, but you just said nothing.
I thought I knew you,
But there's always something you kept from me.

(Chorus)
You & I flew out to the skyline,
Crashed it to the swollen ground.
You & I pierced the winded cloud
& placed it on our make believe.

(Verse3)
Remember when we were younger,
Tomorrows were filled w hope.
You cherished & accepted all the flaws I had,
No matter its shape or weight.
I couldn't face what was going on,
You wouldn't have done what you did.
It's hard to take in what became of you.

(Bridge2)
You didn't tell me, I couldn't show.
I swear I asked you, I know I did.
I thought I knew you, I should've known better,
I thought I loved you, I should've loved better;
You needed me.

(Chorus2)
You & I brushed the farewell skies
& stole the evening's darkness.
You & I dove into the ocean
& drowned in the sky!

(Ending fade put... end)

You And I

Demos with Protis

Friday Night (co-write with Protis)

Sending Some Sunshine 
  
Copyright 2022 by Kennan Zishka 
 
Music by Protis 
Vocals by Teodora
Lyrics by Kennan Zishka and Leanor Johnston
  
The sun sometimes 
Hides behind the clouds 
Or at least sometimes 
It seems that way 
The wind seems colder 
Across my shoulders 
Across my shoulders 
  
Thanks for thinking of me today 
Thanks for sending some sunshine my way 
  
The day sometimes 
Takes a turn to grey 
Or at least sometimes 
It seems that way 
The sky seems darker 
Far from the harbor 
Far from the harbor 
  
Thanks for thinking of me today 
Thanks for sending some sunshine my way 
  
I’m looking to the horizon 
Wonder where the time has gone 
Leaving scars 
Leaving scars 
I sometimes need a reminder 
To find a sky that’s kinder 
To my heart 
To my heart 
  
Thanks for thinking of me today 
Thanks for sending some sunshine my way 
  
My sails sometimes 
Need to catch the wind 
Or at least some time 
For breathing in 
A fresh gust that knows 
Warm as the sun glows 
Warm as the sun glows 

Thanks for thinking of me today 
Thanks for sending some sunshine my way

Zishka - Sending Some Sunshine featuring Protis and Teodora

Spaces (feat. Michael Scriha)

Felons Barrel Hall | 14.10.22

This was originally by first ever co-written song!  It was a parody of the John Denver song "Sing Australia."  When I say parody, I mean original lyrics that are sung to the tune of an existing song.  When my siblings and I were kids, we would have a series of babysitters look after us while Mum was out working at night.  The lyrics for this song were written by myself and one of our regular babysitters back in the early 90s (possibly around 1990).  I remember i was having a bubble bath at the time, and our babysitter locked herself and I in the bathroom as we penned this very cheeky song!  This one was part of a series of parodies that we wrote about each other, and absolutely no-one was safe!  There were tales of working Mums, tantrum days and very naughty kids, just to name a few.  For my submission this week, only the lyrics (with a few tweaks here and there) remain from our parody.  The title has changed slightly, with the chords and melody being used from one of my previous songs for the Club written to the theme "Latitude."


VERSE 1
A voice that is so piercing
Is a boom inside my head
Fills my dreams at night
It's gonna haunt me when I'm dead

I wake up in the morning
And my eyes are blood-shot red
The sound starts getting closer
Sp I hide under my bed


VERSE 2
I get up and I leave my room
But it just follows me
Way out in the garden
It echoes through the trees

I plug my ears with cotton wool
But it still bothers me
I hope that she will lose her voice
Somebody set me free


CHORUS
In the bathroom, in the kitchen
In the lounge room, in the loo
In the bedroom. in the garden
I can hear my sister's voice

Zip it sister!
Zip it sister!
At the end of the street
I can hear my sister's voice!


VERSE 3
I have such a headache
Now I can't think straight
I don't know what I'm doing
And I'm really running late

I sit down and I hear it
That sound I really hate
It's driving me bananas
Let me leave this state


VERSE 4
This song is nearly over
But I must tell you this
The one that caused our heads to spin
That loud and rowdy miss

If you haven't guessed yet
I'll tell you who it is
My sister is the culprit
I am positive


CHORUS
In the bathroom, in the kitchen
In the lounge room, in the loo
In the bedroom. in the garden
I can hear my sister's voice

Zip it sister!
Zip it sister!
At the end of the street
I can hear my sister's voice!

Zip It Sister

Back in 2008 gas prices were way high, and Lisa came to me with this idea. Lisa is the lead singer, I sing backup, and Mr Mystic does a short Deejay near the end.  SusieCool

Pain at the Pump                                      
© Susan Foster-Trewick/Lisa Firestone  BMI
e-mail: susiecool2001@yahoo.com  lisa@lisafirestone.com

Pain in the butt, Pain in the neck
pain in the knee, what the heck
a hundred pains that make me grump
But nothing great as the pain at the pump

I had a headache past time to go
I slammed the car door on my toe
a four letter word just slipped out
the little one laughed, and screamed it out
my head is throbbing to the beat
My toe’s a mess, starts to bleed
I’m 10 minutes late where I should be
And the gas is smack on “E”
I held back from crying till I saw that sign

Pain in the neck Pain in the rump
Pain in the back Pain at the pump (repeat)

Mobile, Exxon, Chevron, Shell
Three, four dollars plus…what the hell?
As if they need more of my dough,
a car wash too? The answer,  NO!
The numbers keep on rolling 
Seventy, eighty, ninety nine
The jackpot’s high, but my bank account 
is at the bottom line
suddenly that hummer, not so cool, mm mm bummer
		CHORUS

Scrolling, numbers keep on like slot machines
only problem is all I got is 
A couple quarters left in my jeans  
Oh those guys are grinning, winning 
They think they’re going to get me
But the numbers keep on spinning
Forget this SUV I’m buying a hybrid

Pain in the neck Pain in the rump
Pain in the back Pain at the pump (Repeat and fade)

Pain at the Pump

This grungy song was written by Ryan Downing, and was recorded at two studios. The instrumental track was laid down at Twelvepitch Studio in Dadeville, Alabama, and the vocals were laid down at the Shout House in Childersburg, Alabama. The track was mixed and mastered at the Shout House. We hope you enjoy it! Copyright 2020 Twelvepitch Records.
Personnel:
Drake Jennings: vocals
Michael Polland: bass and backing vocals
Isaac Hayes: drums
Michael Richardson: distorted rhythm guitar
Brett Moseley: lead guitar
Ryan Downing: rhythm guitar.

Candy Cane

This song was written by our bassist and vocalist Michael Polland. It was recorded at the band's Twelvepitch Studio from July-September 2020 across 4 recording sessions. The track features Michael Polland on an Epiphone SJ200 acoustic guitar, Rickenbacker electric bass, and double tracked/harmony vocals, Ryan Downing on a modified 1955 US Strad parlor guitar with a rubberized floating bridge, Drake Jennings on a Rhodes 73 Suitcase electric piano, and Isaac Hayes on a '70s Slingerland drum kit. Copyright 2020 Michael Polland and Twelvepitch Records.

Old Times (Like Those)

Love is Illogical 

V1.
The synapses in my brain
Run around like mice in mazes
It is driving me insane
I am slowly going crazy
I was OK till I met you

Ch.
Love is illogical
It makes you scream and shout
Love is impossible 
To understand what it’s about 
Love is pathological 
It can be cruel and mean
One day you are a slave 
The next day you’re a queen 
Illogical!

V2.
Tell me why do angry bees
Sting away at my emotions 
You have brought me to my knees
I can’t stop the motion 
Can’t escape your honey voodoo

Ch.

End.

Love is Illogical

Protis has been writing music since 1998, when he was still in high school. The name Protis came about from watching the TV show Pokemon; his original name was Piggy, and just how Pikachu evolves into Raichu, well he decided that Piggy would evolve into Protis. The name has stuck ever since then.

Protis is a big fan of computer-based music.  The first computer program he used for music purposes was Cubase Lite on good ol' Windows 3.1 operating system.  Over the years he moved on to Cubast VST, where he further developed his skills as a songwriter.  Most of his early recordings were instrumental works, as at the time he was unable to compose decent lyrics.

After a while, Protis decided to leave the realm of General MIDI and progress into the world of loops and samples.  He accomplished this by using the ACID range of products.  Countless hours were spent with this brilliant piece of software, coming up with lots of cool beats.

Protis has also dabbled in the FruityLoops software, now called FL Studio.  He utilised FL Studio to write songs which contained his first self-penned lyrics.  He was surprised at just how well his lyrics came across in each song, fitting in well with the music.  And all this from someone who could never write words to his songs!

Zip It Sister

Protis

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