MATCH: The Musical

Vocal:: Karen Wallo

Executive Producer: Robert Michael Turco 
Written By: Robert Michael Turco & Gordon Kent

Music Production: Stacy Hogan (A Writer's Paradise)
Karen Wallo's Vocal Production: David Ivory and Colin Foley

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Written about my mother giving up our house after the divorce from my father when I was five years old. 

Written in an advanced songwriting class at ASCAP when asked to take a books' title from the New York Times bestsellers list and write a song. I chose "Nothing Down: How to Buy Real Estate with Little or No Money Down"

I wrote the song in class and my blind musician friend Gordon Kent wrote the music to the bridge and we recorded. 

Nothing Down, to me encapsulated my mothers desire to have nothing to do with the house anymore (once love was gone) even though when growing up the oldest of eleven children in Brooklyn, it was her dream to own a house in the suburbs with a small garden. 

She gave her dream up at a loss just to escape the memory of a failed love.

Enjoy my sister Karen Wallo's wonderful interpretation of the lyrics.

Lyrics:

Nothing Down
Words  Bob Turco	Music   Bob Turco and Gordon Kent    © 1985, 2011, 2019, 2023

The moving men are almost through
They’re working on the living room
And I can see the rain		Like tears streaming down the window pain
Little Martin’s looking in the yard
His friends all took it very hard				
And his old ball		He won’t play with it at all

Nothing down		This house is not a home without your love around
So I let it go to be free	
Nothing Left		I can’t believe I’m selling all my memories
So I’ve gone and sold them all for nothing down

I knew that I had lost it all
When I took our wedding picture off the wall
The garden flowers are in bloom	But their splendor doesn’t hide the gloom

Nothing down		This house is not a home without your love around
So I let it go to be free			
Nothing Left		I can’t believe I’m selling all my memories
So I’ve gone and sold them all for nothing down

Still I wonder where you’ve gone
And these thoughts of you live on and on
Maybe someday with some tender love and care
Someone new will take this house and find the joy we use to share

Nothing down		This house is not a home without your love around
So I let it go So I let it go to be free			
Nothing Left		I can’t believe I’m selling all my memories
So I’ve gone and sold them all for nothing down

Nothing Down - (Featuring Karen Wallo)

Male Vocal: Martin Neely
Female Vocal:: Karen Wallo

Executive Producer & Songwriter:  Robert Michael Turco
Martin Neely's Vocal Production: Steve Turner 
String & Music Production: Steve Turner
Karen Wallo's Vocal Production: David Ivory and Colin Foley
Piano: Michael Arrom

This is the second tune in my musical "MATCH"

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Here TEDDY who has lost his wife GEM to cancer sings of his loss and suddenly while he sings the first verse, light shines through his late wife's crystals and colored glass madala. Globules of colored light descend on the stage and audience. The spirit of his GEM appears, though only the audience can see or hear her.

She joins him in the second and third chorus and bridge. He sings toward audience, she on the side, sings and reaches to comfort him. 

It sets up the play where GEM tries, behind the scenes, to help her beloved husband carry on by serving the brilliant (but many times nutsy) artist, singer spiritual  sister "PRETZEL," who GEM sets him up with.

Lyrics:

Until We Meet Again	Words and Music Robert Michael Turco	BMI © 2023
{Harmonies in Bold}

Another lonely night		Without the precious sight of you
	I know you are not here 		But still  I must pretend
Your kiss, I miss so much		The magic of your touch
	My heart will drown in tears			Until 	we meet again	

It is so hard 		to wait		Until we meet again
I need you close	to me		My lover, My best friend
To touch your face	
     To taste your lips	
          To hold your hand
Now each second 	 A lonely lifetime		Until we meet again

Your spirit flying high		With falcons in the sky	
	In life you loved them so		And now you are close friends
I wish I could grow wings	And fly to join you there
	But I’m chained to the ground		Until 	we meet again

It is so hard 		to wait		Until we meet again
I need you close	to me		My lover, My best friend
To hear you laughing	
     With our children	
           A shining sun
Now each second 	 A lonely lifetime		Until we meet again

When you smiled for me		It would strike up the violins
That were waiting in my heart just to be played – by you
Oh, please 	come to me 		and take me in your arms
{I will come to you			and take you in my arms}
So, we can climb on Angels wings toward Heaven

It is so hard 		to wait		Until we meet again
I need you close	to me		My lover, My best friend
I will hold on 	
      As you have asked 
              Of me my love	
But each second 	 A lonely lifetime		Until we meet again

Until We Meet Again - (Featuring Martin Neely & Karen Wallo)

Vocals: Karen Wallo

Executive Producer and Songwriter:  Robert Michael Turco
Music Production: Stacy Hogan (A Writer's Paradise)
Karen Wallo's Vocal Production: David Ivory and Colin Foley

From my musical: MATCH

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PRETZEL (Karen Wallo) the artist/singer "spiritual sister" of TEDDY (Robert Michael Turco) is staring at her new "masterpiece", then listens to an old jukebox, and finally stares into a baby carriage holding a baby and sings about that nebulous and mysterious "something in the middle" of a thing that pulls us inexplicably into Art, Music, even a living thing.

Lyrics:

Something In the Middle	Words and Music Robert Michael Turco	BMI © 2022   

Studying my painting		Don’t know what it means
Staring here for hours		Up, down, and in between
Something in the middle 	Draws me
Something in the middle	Calls me
Something in the middle	Makes me feel this way

I was listening to this jukebox	Playing out the grooves
Trumpet talking sweetly		Got me flowing with its moves
Something in the middle 	Draws me
Something in the middle	Calls me
Something in the middle	Makes me feel this way

	Something in the middle 	Moves me
Something in the middle	Soothes me
Something in the middle	Makes me feel this way
Oh	It’s sometimes bitter		Sometimes sweet
	But it makes me feel complete
{Verse music break with trumpet lead}
I like studying his face		And watching while he sleeps
The rhythm of his beauty		Pulling me in deep
Something in the middle 	Draws me
Something in the middle	Calls me
Something in the middle	Makes me feel this way

Something in the middle 	Moves me
Something in the middle	Soothes me
Something in the middle	Makes me feel this way

Something In The Middle - (Featuring Karen Wallo)

Producer - Lorenzo Crescibene
Vocals - Lorenzo Crescibene & Robert Michael Turco
Written by: Lorenzo Crescibene &  Robert Michael Turco

For play MATCH: Written by  Robert Michael Turco

Pretzel and Teddy are serenaded Italian style in their first "date" at the Bingo Brothers Ristorante.

Lyrics:

Everything Italian	
Words and Music RMT and Lorenzo Crescibene 	© 2009, 2023. BMI

I got a flag on my wall that’s red, white and green
And a picture of the Pope and the Italian national team
Got my neighbors sweet wine in a bottle by my bed
 	Makes me warm all over when it flows to my head

		Poppas in the basement bakin’ up pies
			I’m writing songs in Neapolitan time

Here 	Everything’s Italian 		(Yeah Everything Italian)	
Here 	Everything is cool		        (That’s cool with a capital I)
Here 	Everything’s Italian	        (Everything Italian)	
	Yeah Here Everything has soul	(Hugs and kisses over homemade wine)

My neighbors and my family 	jammed in our backyard
	Parties on the weekend, all week we work it hard 
Playing and crooning with all our might
	We got the citronella candles so the bugs don’t bite

		Momma brings out coffee and anisette toast
		 	Uncle Louie tries singing but he’s deaf as a post

Yeah Here 	Everything’s Italian 		(Yeah Everything Italian)	
Here 	        Everything is real		        (As real as the moon in the sky)
Here 	        Everything’s Italian		(Everything Italian)	
	Yeah Here Everything tastes fine	(Figs, hot peppers and the Easter pie)

Bridge:		No one cares if you’re a little bit weird		
                              In an Italian way
				Just take a shot of ‘Buca	
                                           It’ll be OK	That’s right

Yeah Here 	Everything’s Italian 		(Yeah Everything Italian)	
Here 	        Everything is cool			(That’s cool with a capital I)
Here                Everything’s Italian		(Everything Italian)	
Yeah Here       Everything has soul	        (Hugs and kisses over homemade wine)
Yeah Here 	Everything’s Italian 		(Yeah Everything Italian)	
Here 	        Everything is real		        (As real as the moon in the sky)
Here 	        Everything’s Italian		(Everything Italian)	
	Yeah Here Everything tastes fine	(Figs, hot peppers and the Easter pie)

Match

Everything Italian - (Featuring Lorenzo Crescibene & Robert Michael Turco)

In this scene Pretzel sings to a young girl in the audience.

Executive Produced  Robert Michael Turco
Piano - Michael Arrom


Lyrics:

All the Birds are Talking 	Words Robert Michael Turco    Music Robert Michael Turco & Gordon Kent  © 2022
From the musical “Match”

I know why the Birds all fly	‘Cause honey when I’m with you I’m flying too
And I know why the owls go, “Who”  That’s just their way of hooting at you

You’re the one!			You’re the one that makes the Blue Birds sing
You’re the reason that the swallows come back in the spring {3 part Harmony)

All the birds are talking in the language of love
All the birds are talking in the language of love
All the birds are talking
All the birds are talking about you {3 part Harmony)

I know why the doves all “coo”	That’s just their way of saying thank you
And I know why the rooster’s crow	      That’s the way the roosters propose

You’re the one!			You’re the one that all the Robins adore
You’re the reason that the Sea Gulls stay close to the shore {3 part Harmony)

All the birds are talking in the language of love
All the birds are talking in the language of love
All the birds are talking
All the birds are talking about you {3 part Harmony)

The woodpeckers are carving up the bark
They’ve got you initials inside of a heart
I’ve got a parrot that only talks in French but
I don’t need an interpreter to know what he says, 
says!

You’re the one!	You’re the one that makes the Blue Birds sing
You’re the reason that the swallows come back in the spring {3 part Harmony)

All the birds are talking 
All the birds are talking 
All the birds are talking {3 part Harmony)

All the birds are talking about you	{3 part Harmony)		about you (hold)