The melody has a great hook, the vocals are just so easy to listen to, and lyrically, this is so well written.

That was great.  Tapping my foot during the whole song.  Also, liked the lyrics.  You know I will share this.  Good job.

Particularly enjoying the acoustic guitar breaks

I'm hearing so much 50s R&R and Motown in this one, ES! Great vibe.

What Do You Say (Let's Get Gone)
© 2019, 2025 Noel Adams, words and music
Australasian Performing Right Association (APRA): GW71158495
ISWC: T-326163004-6

=== LYRICS ===

[A1]
A full moon is rising big and bright
It’s begging for you and me to share its light
And to step outside and make some fun
So what do you say?
Come on

[A2]
Let’s meander down the avenue
Just me and you and a path for two
There’s plenty to do and the night is young
So what do you say?
Come on

[Bridge]
Out there, neon signs are dancing
It’s a carnival of colour and wow 
It is entrancing

[A3]
Adventure waits for you and me
So share some thrills and keep me company
Just grab your smile and let’s get gone
So what do you say?
Come on 

[Instrumental for a tap dancing duo in the style of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers]

[Bridge (2)]
Tonight, the moonlight seems to be calling
It’s like magic fills the air 
And it is enthralling

[A3 (2)]
A night of nights waits for you and me 
Let’s enjoy being footloose and fancy free
Just pack-up and lock-up and let’s get gone
So what do you say?
What do you say-yay? Hey come on

[TAG]
Pack-up and lock-up and let’s get gone
So what do you say?
What do you say?
Hey! Take a break
It’ll be worth it
Trust me, you’ll love it
I promise
Come on

What Do You Say? (Let's Get Gone)

Steel Skies

Autrice Compositrice Interprète : Melusine 
Production & Arrangements : Jean-Marc Boulier

Pense A Eux

She’s a peanut butter mixer
And you can’t fix her
She’s a peanut butter mixer
An optical elixir

Jelly bellies bouncing
Uncle Skippy's pouncing
Crunchy and creamy
Smooth and dreamy

She’s a peanut butter mixer
And you can’t fix her
She’s a peanut butter mixer
An optical elixir

Caterpillar eyes
Liposuction thighs
Radiation tracksuits
Politicians on mute

She’s a peanut butter mixer
And you can’t fix her
She’s a peanut butter mixer
An optical elixir

Twist and twirl it
Then you swirl it

Peanut Butter Mixer

A tribute to Black Sabbath, pioneers of their genre. They recently announced a farewell gig with all four original members of the band to perform in their home town Birmingham, England on 5th July 2025 at Villa Park, the home of Aston Villa football club.

© 2025 Dairv Dubbleyew

One Last Time

Rotten to the Core

A teenager's first love just broke up with them. They mope around until lovesick blue fades away and they find another love of their life.

The harp is from a MIDI harp loop.
The piano is from EZKeys2
The strings are from Band-in-a-Box
All are using my sound sources.
Via my breath and keyboard controllers I am playing the Swam violin and Bassoon.


Lovesick Blue

My grandfather is very sick and in the hospital. The only way I know how to show I care is to write a song. Ergo, I present: "Coolest Man". A song for Geoff Newton.

Lyrics:

Pour out a glass for my grandfather,
Wise were his days and his eyes were like rays of light,
that stilled,
the time,
away.
Oh, my grandfather is,
the coolest man,
you ever did meet.

Coolest Man You Ever Did Meet Yeah The
Coolest Man You Ever Did Meet Yeah The 
Coolest Man You Ever Did Meet Yeah The
Coolest Man

Coolest Man You Ever Did Meet Yeah The
Coolest Man You Ever Did Meet Yeah The
Coolest Man You Ever Did Meet Yeah The
Coolest Man

Oh, yeah.

Composed, performed and mixed by Norsa.

Coolest Man

Freedom is not Free - Master 12/23/2011 Lyrics by Tony Harris

AS I ENTERED THE VA HOSPITAL FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
MEMORIES, FLOODED MY SOUL
CHINA BEACH - NAM - SEVENTY ONE CAME TO MIND
AND ONE YOUNG MAN I NEVER WILL FORGET
WITH BOTH LEGS GONE AND RIGHT ARM MISSING
A WEDDING BAND TOLD ME THAT A WIFE WAS WAITING
I OFTEN WONDER WHERE HE IS TODAY
AND I WONDER IF HE IS OK

CHORUS
SOMETIMES WE FORGET THAT FREEDOM IS NOT FREE
THOUSANDS HAVE DIED FIGHTING DON'T YOU SEE
IN A FAR AWAY COUNTRY IN HARMS WAY
PLEASE REMEMBER THEM WHEN YOU PRAY
PLEASE DON'T FORGET THAT FREEDOM IS NOT FREE

AS I ENTERED ARLINGTON FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
ALL THE WHITE TOMBS BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES
AS THE HONOR GUARD SLOWLY PLACED THE REEF
IT SEEMED THAT I FELT MY HEART SKIP A BEAT
I THOUGHT OF THOSE WHO HAD DIED
AND ALL THE MAMA'S THAT HAVE CRIED
THERE IS NO WAY TO IMAGINE ALL THE PAIN
FREEDOM IS NEVER EASY TO OBTAIN

REPEAT CHORUS

PLEASE DON'T FORGET THAT FREEDOM IS NOT FREE

Original (BMI)

FREEDOM IS NOT FREE - Lyrics by Tony Harris / Music by David Walker (Original)

People come from miles just to tell me I’m pretty
Dress me like a queen, drag me off to the city
But I don’t want to know their lies
And I don’t want to hear their cries

‘Cause I just want to know you
I just want to grow old with you
I think I told you
Take me home

There’s a man on the street and he wants my money
There’s a man on TV and he thinks he’s funny
Maybe it’s the other way around
Take the next exit. I don’t want to be found

‘Cause I just want to know you
I just want to grow old with you
I think I told you
Take me home

You know my dreams always die
And I’m alone left to lie
Awake reviving you

Whenever I hold you, my heart starts raging
While everyone around me seems to be aging
Whenever I kiss you, the world stands still
Whenever I promise, you know I will

‘Cause I just want to know you
I just want to grow old with you
I think I told you
Take me home

Take Me Home

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