This tune was released by Queen in 1986 and performed by me here 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 #546 by Queen

I was a little bit in a hurry with this track....

Vanished

“Thriving Without Me” starts at the lowest moment of my life — a night I wasn’t sure I’d survive — and ends with something I never thought I’d be able to say again: "still alive"

The song is about the people I once made music with… the friends who told me my writing wasn’t good enough, the ones who drifted away, and the ones who went on to make it big while I was still trying to put myself back together.

It’s a song about betrayal, loss, resilience, and the slow climb back to finding my voice after everyone else had already moved on.

If you’ve ever felt left behind — or like you had to rebuild your entire life from the ground up — this one’s for you.


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
February rain, cold steel and silence
Woke up to flowers and fear in their eyes
They said they’d stay, but they faded to shadows
Left me here counting who never said goodbye

[Pre-Chorus]
I built my heart into every band
But the dream keeps slipping through my hands

[Chorus]
And I see them shining on the screen
With faces from the life that used to be
Linda, Dina, all the ones who used to dream beside me
They’re up there smiling, wild and free
While I’m just haunted by the melody
Yeah, all of them thriving without me

[Verse 2]
Linda wrote lines, said mine weren’t worth singing
I walked away before the radio played
Less than a year, and the world was listening
While I was stuck in the echo and the shade

[Pre-Chorus]
I tried again, I found new friends
But the same old story starts again

[Chorus]
And I see them shining on the screen
With faces from the life that used to be
Linda, Dina, all the ones who used to dream beside me
They’re up there smiling, wild and free
While I’m just haunted by the melody
Yeah, all of them thriving without me

[Verse 3]
Now Dina’s rich, she’s flying high in L.A.
Karen’s still strumming with my old friend
Sandy’s laughing behind the drum set
And I’m here wondering how it all could bend

[Bridge]
It’s a cruel kind of beautiful, watching them bloom
While I’m still singing to an empty room
But maybe the stars still remember my sound
Maybe my story’s still turning around

[Chorus]
‘Cause I see them shining on the screen
With faces from the life that used to be
Linda, Dina, all the ones who used to dream beside me
They’re up there smiling, wild and free
While I’m still haunted by the melody
Yeah, all of them thriving without me

[Outro]
But the song’s still burning in my veins
Every scar still whispers my name
I may be lost between what was and what could have been
But I’m still here
Still writing my songs
Still me, still alive...

Thriving Without Me

This song was born from watching from afar someone I care about more than words can say struggle through years of heartbreak, injustice, and loneliness. I wrote “Where the Quiet Knows Your Name” for my dear friend @DJShAnkAri, who has been carrying battles no one should ever have to face alone. Her strength, her pain, and her courage inspired every line of this song.

But somewhere along the way, the meaning grew bigger than just one person.

This song is about those moments when the world feels too heavy to hold—when fear or darkness creeps in and you can’t quite find your way back to yourself. It’s the voice that sits beside you in the quiet—whether it’s someone you love, someone you’ve lost, a higher presence, or even that tiny piece of strength inside you that refuses to disappear.

It’s a reminder that you don’t have to be strong every second. You don’t have to fight every battle alone. You don’t even have to move. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is stop, breathe, and let someone—or something—stay with you in the dark until the light comes back.

“Where the Quiet Knows Your Name” is my way of saying that no matter how lost you feel, you are not abandoned, forgotten, or unseen. Even in the stillness, even in the fear, even when you think no one could possibly understand… there is a presence that stays with you. A voice that knows your name. A quiet that holds you instead of hurting you.

Because this song was written for ShAnkAri, I also wanted to do something tangible to help her step out of the nightmare she’s been living through. I’ve started a GoFundMe to help her secure legal support and protect her and her family during this critical moment.
If you feel moved and are able to help — even a little — it truly means more than words. 🙏💜

👉 GoFundMe:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-save-shankaris-homeone-last-chance-for-justice

This song is for anyone who has ever felt alone in the shadows. I hope it wraps around you the way it wrapped around me while I wrote it… and the way I hope it wrapped around her. 🫂


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
When the night hangs heavy on your window
And the air won’t let you breathe
When the world is loud with shadows
Sit down here… right next to me
Let the trembling have its moment
Let the weight do what it must
You don’t have to rise above it
Just be still… right where you trust

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the whisper in the doorway
I’m the hand that doesn’t shake
When you can’t find where you’re going
I’m the place your fears can break

[Chorus]
Be still, and know you’re not forsaken
Be still… you don’t have to say a thing
When you’re lost and every light is taken
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

[Verse 2]
If the dark drips down your heartbeat
And your memories feel unkind
If the past crawls in beside you
Pulls your breath out of your mind
Let the hurt sit in its corner
Let the tears fall how they fall
Every storm you’ve carried inward
You don’t have to carry all

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the echo when you’re hollow
I’m the anchor in the rain
When the path forgets to show you
I’ll remind you where you’ve been

[Chorus]
Be still, and know you’re not forsaken
Be still… you don’t have to say a thing
When you’re lost and every light is taken
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

[Bridge]
If the morning… never finds you
I’ll sit with you… in the night
If your hope… loses its color
I’ll stay until it’s bright
If you feel yourself unravel
Or forget your way again
I’ll be here… in every shadow
‘Til the shadows start to bend

[Final Chorus]
Be still, there’s nothing you must carry
Be still… you’re safe inside this flame
When the world feels far too dark to bear it
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

Where the Quiet Knows Your Name

KC went to Sparky’s and he saw her, sitting underneath that Red Stripe sign.
Girls like that don’t show up much at Sparky’s Bar & Grill, and he said right then and there, “I’m gonna make her mine.”
It won’t be easy, but nothing ever is that’s worth your time.
He may go home alone tonight, but it won’t be from lack of trying.

KC pulled his chair up to her table, he pulled every trick out of his bag.
1st he asked her, “What’s your favorite color?”
Her smile lit up her face, & she said, “I like plaid.”
It won’t be easy, but nothing ever is that’s worth your time.
He may go home alone tonight, but it won’t be from lack of trying.

What’s it gonna take for him to somehow break the ice?
How’s he gonna make this work?
Only getting once chance, so he’d better get it right.
If he messes up he’s going home alone tonight.

Turns out she likes going to the ballet. Wrestlemania is more his style.
She digs foreign films without subtitles. He watches Three Stooges, feed his inner child.
It won’t be easy, but nothing ever is that’s worth your time.
He may go home alone tonight, but it won’t be from lack of trying.

Found out that she was a published author. Wrote some books, the titles he forgets.
He told her, I too have books at my house, but he didn’t tell her most had not been colored yet.
It won’t be easy, but nothing ever is that’s worth your time.
He may go home alone tonight, but it won’t be from lack of trying.

What’s it gonna take for him to somehow break the ice?
How’s he gonna make this work?
Only getting once chance, so he’d better get it right.
If he messes up he’s going home alone tonight.

If you visit Sparky’s you can see it, just in case you truly had some doubt.
A plaque erected underneath that Red Stripe sign,
Despite the odds the mighty KC had struck out.
It wasn’t easy, in fact it turns out it could not be done.
KC went home alone that night, and that’s the reason this song is being sung.

Going Home Alone

This is a song off my new album dropping on the 30th I hope yall enjoy ts and the album itself when it drops

Monster (prod.bychxsebank)

Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, Ding, dong

Bells in the air, nobody stares
Built to command, now background noise
Strangers walk by, faster than time
Signals and screens claiming our ears
Ding-dong, ding-dong, echoes prolong
As if they know someone is home
Once they gave names, marked what we claimed
Now they just mark seconds we spend
Ding, dong, ding, dong

Meaning on sale, memory stale
What we did once, we don’t do now
Stories collapse into the cloud
Archived as data, sorted for use
Bells keep their pitch, holding their niche
Not for belief, only for proof
Proof we were here, proof we agreed
Proof we once cared who we would be
Ding-dong, ding-dong, echoes prolong
As if they know someone is home
Once they gave names, marked what we claimed
Now they just mark seconds we spend

Merry on loop, hollow and true
Merry, because someone insists

Bells in the air, nobody cares
Still they persist, steady and bare
Not to remind, not to rewind
Only to ring without a cause
Ding-dong, ding-dong, nothing is wrong
Nothing is fixed. Freedom is that
History mutates, we improvise
We choose the rules after they break

Onward they sound, rootless and proud
Not tied to faith, not tied to place
Calling no home, needing no throne
Simply a tone carried by air
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Future is loose, unknown and new
We build it strange, bold and our own
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Nothing is known, we write the rest
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong

Forgotten Bells (based on "Shchedryk" by Mykola Leontovych)

Born on a Train

This is not your typical holiday single. Through A Christmas Odyssey Part Two is a progressive rock journey that reimagines Christmas as more than nostalgia—it’s about rediscovering enchantment in the face of love, loss, and the passage of time. With soaring guitar solos, shifting time signatures, and atmospheric synth layers, the track blends the grandeur of prog rock with the warmth of holiday storytelling. This track explores how the magic of the season evolves as we grow older.

A Christmas Odyssey Part Two

Si j'avais eu vingt ans en quarante, qu'aurais fait,  qu'aurais je été?..
Zied  Zouari au violon et Juan Saubidet à la contrebasse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cI4bA808bU
Paroles:
C'est un hiver dans le Vercors, 
Des flammes lentes, sur un bois mort.
C'est un hiver, comme les autres,
A peine un peu, plus froid peut être. 
Sur les hauts plateaux enneigés,
Les Messerschmitt se sont posés.

Si j'avais connu ces années,
J'avais eu vingt ans en quarante.
Qu'aurais je fait, qu'aurais je été.
Une âme fière ou repentante?

C'est un hiver dans le Vercors,
Des flammes qui lèchent un bois retors.
C'est un hiver, comme les autres,
A peine un peu, plus froid peut être.
Sur les hauts plateaux enneigés,
C'est leur jeunesse qu'ils ont laissé.

Si j'avais connu ces années,
J'avais eu vingt ans en quarante.
Qu'aurais je fait, qu'aurais je été.
Une âme fière ou repentante?
Et on remonte encore les pistes,
Oui on remonte toujours les pistes.
C'est un hiver dans le Vercors,
Des flammes lentes, sur un bois mort.

Christian PERUTI  - A.C.I.

Zied Zouari on violin, and Juan Saubidet on double bass, in perfect harmony in 'Le Vercors.'
 I must admit that I am always moved every time I listen to it. 
It is taken from a seven-song EP scheduled for early next year.

Lyrics:
It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Slow flames on dead wood.  
It's a winter, like any other,  
Perhaps just a little colder.  
On the snowy high plateaus,  
The Messerschmitts have landed.

If I had known those years,  
I had been twenty in forty.  
What would I have done, what would I have been?  
A proud soul or a repentant one?

It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Flames licking a stubborn wood.  
It's a winter, like any other,  
Just a little, maybe a bit colder.  
On the snowy high plateaus,  
It's their youth that they have left.

If I had known those years,  
I would have been twenty in forty.  
What would I have done, what would I have been.  
A proud soul or a repentant one?  
And we trace the paths again,  
Yes, we always trace the paths.  
It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Slow flames, on dead wood.

Christian PERUTI - A.C.I.

Le Vercors

This song was inspired by a friend of mine who's going through a battle with cancer and it became very apparent that not only was he going through it, his loving wife was also going through it supporting him. This song needed to be written for all the partners that suffer as well.
Created using Band in a Box and Sonar.
Written 11-14-25

This Is Us

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Going Home Alone

Scott Orr