Nice and smooth Scott. Do you do all your own instrumentation or do you have a band ?

Very nice! You have such a mellow soothing voice

It’s a heart-shaped box with memories I’m trying to forget.
Walking on a tightrope, without a safety net.
But I still remember, ‘cause it’s not over yet.
I still remember that smile.

Tickets to that concert that were torn, just like my heart.
Matchbook from a restaurant; the flames we tried to start.
One by one those matches pulled apart.
I still remember that smile.

Given time, the memories will fade away.
I’m still tryin’ to remember these, go for a spin ‘round the block.
I start cryin’, won’t you please consider unlocking the lock.
All I’ve got left is right here - in this box. This heart-shaped box.

Heart Shaped Box

This tune was released by Dire Straits in 1978. 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 #577 by Dire Straits

 Fear is the greatest hindrance to the creative process!!! Just do it... and let it show you what it wants to be. ❤️‍🔥🤩❤️‍🔥

I'm not afraid

Short, sharp, punchy punk-edged toe-tapping rock. Enjoy...

I’m the art. I’m the heart. With every step, I break apart
From catwalks to streets, I roamed. A body inked in a world unknown

Latex noir, my rebel guide. Captured moments, no compromise
In a fish tank, I lose my head. To catch the perfect shot, I’ve bled

Like every brushstroke, bold and bright, I dive into the dark, take flight
I get higher than I thought, then I rise again. Then I rise again
 
A string snaps, lovers break. In every move, I recreate
In every move, I recreate. In every move, I recreate
I’m the art, I’m the heart with my recreation
 
Chew on my dreams, swallow my thrill. Painting trees, bending my will
Fashion’s calling, take control. With my friends, we’re on a roll
 
I’m the art, I’m the heart. With every step, I break apart
Latex noir, my rebel guide. Captured moments, no compromise
Keep me reinvented

Electric Canvas

What happened to the time? It flew.
It’s as if we truly knew the time was fleeting.
Perhaps we didn’t take the time.
Maybe we both just lost our minds at that first meeting.
And the clock ticks on, it’s the same old song.
So, the old is gone, the new moves on, and here we are again.

But the old is not forgotten, the new is not yet done.
The same things just keep happening, and we’ve only just begun
To understand the time, and to realize,
That growing old with you is what’s keeping me young.

The moments are not always kind
But that never stopped us try’n, that song kept playing
Still we’ve never lost our way
Always found the words to say what needed saying.
And the clock ticks on, it’s the same old song.
So, the old is gone, the new moves on, and here we are again.

But the old is not forgotten, the new is not yet done.
The same things just keep happening, and we’ve only just begun
To understand the time, and to realize,
That growing old with you is what’s keeping me young.



Growing Old with You

Lyrics: Deep-rooted suffering, our relationship is going down the drain. A shattered love and the paths only take me away from you, it's each man for himself, each one goes his own way, and we reach a deeper well and what could have happened to us? The worst is to see that we weakened, I'm aware, that I carry half of this guilt with me, it's better to move on, we need to resolve it, it's a full stop that marked us both, insisting doesn't make sense and after the suffering comes relief, we need to resolve this torment Face to face. Every story has a beginning, a middle and for both of us it's the end, a relationship like this is bad and it's not normal, I'm going to tell you now my decision, it's to end it!

Face to face

Paesaggio di cartapesta è il quinto singolo di Pietro Labonia con l'etichetta Rhoon Records.
Registrazione: Labobros Studio
Mastering: Fabricio Ariel Sarmiento

Paesaggio di cartapesta

It’s Murder

Got no use for schedules, won't be needing plans.
Wandering around seems fine to me.
Get there when I get there, unless I change my mind, I guess we’ll see.
I’m not charting courses, I don’t need a map.
I just left my watch back on the shore.
I have learned the hard way, I’m not gonna fight it anymore.

The dream is real, mine are the only hands on deck.
Water as far as you can see.
Come what may, doesn’t matter, what the heck.
Just my boat, the wind, and me.

You can have straight and narrow all you want.
I don’t see the point in keeping up.
Out on the horizon is good enough for me, just wish me luck.
I’ve got no agenda, got no one to meet.
Guess we’ll see just what I’ve got in store.
I have learned the hard way, I’m not gonna fight it anymore.

The dream is real, mine are the only hands on deck.
Water as far as you can see.
Come what may, doesn’t matter, what the heck.
Just my boat, the wind, and me.

The sun will not always be shining, the wind will not always blow.
You may not ever see me again, you don’t know.

The dream is real, mine are the only hands on deck.
Water as far as you can see.
Come what may, doesn’t matter, what the heck.
Just my boat, the wind, and me.

Just My Boat, the Wind, and Me

I don't know why i wrote this, but quite clearly in my little book I had most of it down on December 14th.... I suppose this is a song about making it all count, and possibly not being afraid to chase something you want, no matter what the odds are.

One More Day (Acoustic Demo Master)

Good Ol’ Boy

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

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