Uptempo remastered rock song by Beats Working (UK).
Written and produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions.
Vocals & guitars John Hardman.
(p) Swamp Records UK  (c) Swamp Music (UK)2023 
Original version on the album 'Exaggerate'

Exaggerate

It Don't Bother Me

It Don't Bother Me remaster 2023 - Beats Working

" HEAVY LOVE "

I bought a blockflote and tried to do something with it. I had a lot of fun, although I still need to learn how to play it...

Sheep - Ship

Thread Thru A Needle

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Party In The Sunshine (Acoustic)

I’m wondering why

LoNe WolF - "Land and Water"

Album: "Avant-Garde"


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF



#tracksoftheweek #newsong #avantgarde

Avant-Garde

Land and Water

Typed a truth that bit my hand
Logic slipped through contraband
The graph looked smug, the proof got lost
I called it genius-at what cost?

I tried to fix it
the problem fixed me first
There's rhythm in recursion
and guilt in every verse

I feel silly, oh, so silly
twisting reason till it's frilly
Every thought insists it's wise
but wears a clown nose in disguise

I chased an answer down a hall of drafts
doors of maybe, doors of laughs
Truth peeked through a keyhole grin
"you again?" she said, and let me in

I feel...
not wrong
just misplaced
The melody rewrote my face

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty
Every paradox I own
sends postcards to my comfort zone

If wisdom comes, let it knock twice
I'm out rehearsing bad advice
I feel silly
and honestly
it feels just right

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...
I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...

Silly-Frilly

This is a much more improved edition of my song "Medicine".

Medicine

FENTY fold

Lyrics:
There's a mug on the windowsill, same place as always
Steam's not rising anymore, but I can't throw it away
Your reading glasses catching dust on page twenty-three
The story paused in February, waiting patiently

The house hums different now, like it forgot the melody
Every room's a photograph of what we used to be
I bought your brand of orange juice, force of memory
Stood there with two glasses wondering who I'm trying to see

And I know, I know, I know
The world keeps spinning forward
But mine's stuck in that moment
In the silence

Your coffee's getting cold on the kitchen table
I can't bring myself to pour it down the drain
The light falls through the windows just a little wrong now
And I'm living in a house that looks exactly the same
How the phone sits quiet every Sunday evening
How your voice lives only in my replays
Yeah, everything's exactly where you left it
But your coffee's getting cold, and nothing feels the same

Your note written on the table, "call him just because"
The many things on your grocery list I'm trying to think of
You would hum while doing dishes, something shapeless and perfect
Now that silence fills the kitchen like it's permanent

I wore your jacket to the store, breathing in the proof
That some part of this is real and some part stayed with you
And the strangest weight is learning how to walk right through the days
They seem identical but I can never find the exit of the maze

'Cause I know, I know, I know
That life's supposed to carry forward
But I'm stuck between before and after
And the mug with your coffee's gettin' colder

Your coffee's getting cold on the kitchen table
I can't bring myself to pour it down the drain
The light falls through the windows just a little wrong now
And I'm living in a house that looks exactly the same
How the phone sits quiet every Sunday evening
How your voice lives only in my replays
Yeah, everything's exactly where you left it
But your coffee's getting cold, and nothing feels the same

They say time softens everything but they don't mention
How the empty space becomes its own dimension
How I set the table out of muscle memory
How I bought those tickets for a show we'll never see
How I almost called to tell you 'bout the promotion
How I turned around to share something you'd have noticed
And the cruelest part is knowing there's no more
No more random Tuesdays, no more stories left in store
All the words I saved for later have nowhere to go

Coffee's getting cold, and I'm still sitting here
In a house that looks the same but breathes a different atmosphere
How you'd stack your books and leave your keys beside the door
How the missing isn't loud, it's just the quiet wanting more
How the calendar keeps filling but you're never in the frame
How I'm talking to the air and calling out your name
Yeah, I'm living in a world that's moving on without you anyway
And your coffee's getting cold

(Your coffee's getting cold)
(Your coffee's getting cold)
No I won't pour it out
But I won't pour it out
No I won't pour it out

Coffee's Getting Cold

Singer/Songwriter/Producer from Dallas, Texas making various types of electronic pop music for over 20 years.

I just want to make music that is easy to listen to and makes you feel good.

My music uses my own voice and my album art sometimes uses my own likeness. All rights reserved.

Coffee's Getting Cold

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