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Mothership

A remake of my song REALISE , that i wrote when i was 16. This one is way better and cleaner! A song is like wine, it gets better with time and even better than wine :)
 it was a very big pleasure working with this one with Gaxillic Productions! good vibrations! thanks again!

LYRICS:

Said i walked down my street
and i've got my cats walking with me
almost the end of the road
and still no one saw me

i've got a lot lot lot of answers on my mind
but no questions to go with it
it makes me so nervous to see
the poor and rich fighting for nothing yeah
i just c'ant beleive how i feel
oh someone please do something yeah

so i sat down under a big tree
two minutes to think oh am i free?
i've got to find a job man for my dream
but all i can do is, to sing!
so i lokked up the sky, got on my knees
and i tought of my wife, my cats and my kids
oh i could have sold my soul too but i beleive
we d'ont need any money to have a good sleep 
so all i can say now is, stand up and scream
before your life end like, one two and three

Realise

Realise (Gaxillic productions)

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

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Red Dress

Bluebird, you will never reach the sky.
So keeping hidden, raise your voice up to the night.
I'll drink my whiskey, smoke my cigarettes till dawn.
The world is frozen, but this fireside is warm.

I was calling out.
I was falling out.
I was broken and bored.
I was reaching out.
I was hanging round.
I was waiting to soar.
Wanting more.
Wanting more.

Bluebird, you will never get away.
(Why would you even want to get away?)
You're only memories, all the rest will have to stay.
(Back in your cage where all the best birds stay)
Hidden only by the pretence that they care.
Like circles drifting from the centre to the air.

I was wondering out.
I was holding out.
I was broken and cold.
I was never round.
I was on the ground.
I was getting too old.
In the cold.
In the cold.

Wanting more.
Wanting more.

Bluebird, are you singing in my heart.
(Singing out from down within my heart)
They must've noticed, you were broken from the start.
(You were broken from the very start)
I'll keep on dreaming, won't you tell me what you saw?
(Just a little hint at what you saw)
When you left me, and I couldn't see no more.
(What am I to do? I can't see more)

Are you calling out?
Are you falling out?
Are you broken and bored?
Are you reaching out,
Are you hanging round?
Are you waiting to soar?
Wanting more.
Wanting more.

Well, you can run, but you can't hide.
There's no escape, from what's inside.
Well, we all live, and then we die.
Imagination helps you get on by. (x2)


Bluebird

Do you see me floating strangely?
From where I stand you look tiny.
I catch raindrops coming at me
The winds push me away from thee. 

I'm glad to leave the Earth honey
I'll be soon there. You won't see me.
The stratosphere is pulling me
I'll be soon there. You won't miss me.

Birds around me act so gently
They sing and dance. It's so pretty.

I'm glad to leave the Earth honey
I'll be soon there. You won't see me.
The stratosphere is pulling me
I'll be soon there.
You won't miss me.

And suddenly, I move fastly
I see the stars and some galaxies
It's like I am outside my body
I'll be soon there. You won't miss me.

You Won't Miss Me

Lunchtime

less than watch me

In My Arms

This tune was released by Robbie Williams in 2002. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #578 by Robbie Williams

One Step Closer Demo

Lyrics:

Forgive me for what I've done,
Just sing me the lullaby.
Those torn wings won't make you fly,
But please, just believe this time.

Lost past hides the light from me,
Still trapped in regret and dark...
Intentions of restless mind,
To make up what could've been...

A lifetime of guilt within,
Pulled under the soothing lie,
Anemic and anchored with
Cold halo you left behind.

So vulnerable...

Daylight tones the dust
From the unsettling hunt for peace,
Chained down to past.
Chimera's voices' lied!
I'm so lost and vulnerable...

Lost

"So Damn Lonely" by These Guitars Say Sorry is a stark, unvarnished piece that stretches across six minutes of near-painful intimacy. Armed with nothing more than an acoustic guitar and a raw, exposed vocal, the track leans into its own emptiness, letting the spaces between the notes speak as loudly as the words themselves. It's a slow, heavy exhale — fragile, stubborn, and unflinchingly honest.

So Damn Lonely by These Guitars Say Sorry

Waters And Waves Pt. II (Country Mile Version)

Lofoten Isles, Norway
More than 25 years as a rookie on my belt
Making music - in my case - is a creative exercise and something I like to do for recreational purposes, above all.
I love that anyone can take a guitar, their DAW, or whatever. Even just pen and paper, and come up with something special and unique that has never been heard or written.
This opportunity, regardless of experience and talent, to enter a universe and go places no one has set foot before, is magic. 
To draw a parallel to soccer, Im a non-league player, and would get attention for all the wrong reasons if I were thrown into a match with Salah, Haaland and the like. Still, by finding my level I can be part of an amateur team that serves a purpose in a local community, like a social meeting spot for people who like football - or don't - to come together, get into talks through a comment on a situation in the match and such. And you know what's coolest of all? Once in a while, when the sun and moon line up, I`m on a streak with my evening prayers or for some other reason have my day, I make this amazing dribble, then score a spectacular goal, becoming the local hero of the day or something. Those moments happen on all levels. Chances are perhaps even better on lower levels for this dribble to never have been seen before, since amateur football is not as controlled and professionalised as La Liga, Premier League, etc, leaving much more room for experimentation and individual creativity.  
I bet you had a few of those moments yourself, right? Send me a sound file, - soccer being a metaphor after all -  of your magic moment, it being a victorious match full song or just this cool detail you like, perhaps a great lyric line, guitar riff, or even cover art, all goes, so I get the chance to enjoy it too, thanks in advance! 
Cheers
Odd Roar

In My Arms

Rob Fletcher

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