Faster

This is one of my 'lounge series' acoustic thingies.  A simple one-take song/story for voice and piano.

Listen

Listen, I want to tell you, I respect you, I admire you
Listen, I want to open up, enfold you with my heart
You’re looking closed up, I’m feeling shut down, is there no place we can meet?
I’ve lost the shape now, words have vanished, think I’m talking in my sleep

And you’re not even listening, no you never even heard
Now you drown me out, shut me down, I’m bewildered and I’m hurt

Listen, I want to tell you, what’s the point in carrying on?
Listen, I’m giving up now, just can’t take this pain of losing
You’re looking closed up, I’m feeling shut down, is there no place we can meet?
I’ve lost the shape now, words have vanished, think I’m crying in my sleep

And you’re not even listening, no you never even heard
Now you drown me out, shut me down, I’m bewildered and I’m hurt

Listen, I need to tell you, how I love you deep inside
Listen, goddamn you listen, it’s no use, you run and hide
Been building walls up so long now, you’ve walled yourself away
If I come too close, you’re cornered and you toss my love away

Then I notice that you’re crying, in a small and subtle way
But there’s no way in to hold you, so I have to walk away
And I realise your pain now, the parts of me you heard
had to drown me out, had to knock me down, you couldn’t bear my words

And it’s all over now, the phone keeps ringing
and there’s really nothing left for us to say
it’s all over now, I watch you as you turn and walk away

Listen...

A past lover keeps showing up in my dreams and reminding me of my failures.
From my new LP " Low Profile". My best tracks from 2023. Thanks for listening!

Lyrics:
I get my melancholy straight from the IV drip
A Xanax, a red eyed flight on the sky ship
That's when you appeared
I'd been gorging myself on 
Televised violence
It's like synconized swimming
You were grinning while the plane was rapidly descending
(You smiled all the way down)
The atmosphere was colorless
Odorless
Void of all surface and all texture
I'm reveling in my psychosis
You reminded me I never finished my
Junkyard magnum opus
You still show up in my dreams

We were entering into 
An impressionist painted landscape
With a language that we just didn't understand
You reminded me that I'm a big believer
In blindly believing
And I need to start drinking in
A little bit more in what I'm seeing
We're like suburban dadaist
Coming in, out of the rain
My mind was racing
Like those 808 beats
There all the same
Well, that's the way the Goddamn wheel rolls
You headed off into the night
You never told me to change the angle of the light
You still show up in my dreams

"You never even had it even when you had it your hands,"
You've got to bring it right down
To where the sideways ends in the light
I'm digging down deep
I'm digging down slow
I'm striking oil 
Or the fires down below
You still show up in my dreams

You Still Show Up In My Dreams

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So Lonely Now

My Own Light 150 BPM

You sit in your home
Sans fun
Sans stairs
Baldilocks and the three hairs
You mount your zimmer
You used to be a sinner
Now your glued to your chairs
Baldilocks and the three hairs

Baldilocks and the Three Hairs

The Brain Train

Oh baby yeah I see you flying on a jet plane 
My propellers looking pretty old and lame 
Flying so high you can’t feel the pain 
Of crashing to the ground in the pouring rain
Everything was perfect til it all came down
It was all perversions of the peace you found 
Chasing all the versions of the times you frowned 
Living in a life that never made you proud 

Oh baby yes I definitely see you there
I Just didn't give a fuck I didn’t even care
Staring at me patient just to catch my eye
Must have me confused for a passive guy 
I don’t even give a fuck about the times
We made loving memories to let them die
Smother me in misery to see me cry
You wont find another me in a 

I spy with my eye 
Circumstances to defy
My romantic aliby 
Of eating lobster while you die 
Drowning in despair 
You are cursing out your prayers
You pray to your fucking god 
I decry the man upstairs 

Oh Baby

I assure you I am NOT some guitar guru shredding complex riffs to oblivion. I am merely a man who has too much going on inside and needs a release for his soul. I create more electronic style alternative tracks under the name Razzi but I needed a place for the stripped down and raw sound of my rock tracks to live. A place where they could breathe, and stand alone, away from the complexities of their more electrified and meticulously produced counterparts.

I look forward to hearing your truths about life adventures, convictions and turmoil. Personal Expression is the one thing we have left nobody can take away. Use it and let it emblaze yourself a path forward....

All Music, lyrics, vocals and production done by this guy. Enjoy...

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Oh Baby

Robinson Rox

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