you write some good songs, a guitar and good lyrics are all that is needed, dig it!!!

You definitely have a certain something that demands repeat listening. I’ll be back!!

© Joe Liberty 2021. All rights reserved.

Let Her Go

Well I was sitting in the lobby of the Commodore hotel 
When in walked a woman I used to know so well 
She was, looking like a million after all these years

As she walked across the room, to the reception desk 
A strange kind of feeling came into my chest 
And all them old memories came rushing in

The times we spent together 
The day that we met 
First time I held her hand I never will forget 
The way she smiled at me for no reason at all 
Still got some old photographs from the time she used to call

Well, last time I saw her she was waving goodbye 
Walking down the road with teardrops in her eyes
All I could do was watch and let her go 
I just let her go

Sometimes I wonder, what it might have been like 
If things had worked out a little differently 
Could we ever’ve  shared this life

Through the years I must admit 
I think about her now and then a little bit
And all them old memories come rushing in

The times we spent together 
The day that we met 
First time I held her hand I never will forget 
The way she smiled at me for no reason at all 
Still got some old photographs from the time she used to call

I was sitting in the lobby of the Commodore hotel 
She turned to leave and you know I, I wished her well 
But all I could do was watch and let her go 
I just let her go 
I just let her go

LetHerGo

Still here, dancing at the end of time.  Here is a ditty. Love..Love...Love.

Halloween in the Suburbs.  ( Steve Killingbeck )

I send my brain waves out to you

And I wonder do they get through

Do you know just how I feel

I hope this reaches you my dear

Woah oh

I just want to love you

Woah oh

Lots of places people go

Lots of places I don't know

But I know that I love you

I used to think you loved me too

Woah oh

I just can't deny you

Woah oh

Memories of what was once

I contemplate while I eat lunch

You know I bet you miss me too

Why do we feel but we never do?

Woah oh

I just want to hold you

Woah oh

Now that time is on our side

Take my hand enjoy the ride

Don't be scared it shouldn't hurt

You look so good in my Tee Shirt

Woah oh

Im right here to love ya

Woah oh

The sun and the moon they shine for you

I'm sure the stars are for you too

There is one last thing that you should know

Take a breath and let it go

Brain Waves

Well I almost scrapped this song but after 3 weeks writing words, and then realizing how fun it is to sing, i kept it. I'm trying to figure out how to add a little lightheartedness to my music, but i think this one just turned out creepy lol. NOTE:  I always felt a little uncomfortable with the words, i just really didn't like them, so I reworked the chorus and a few other lines, and rerecorded the vocals. It seems a little better now...
 

I've seen my own worst enemy
Every night just staring back at me
Through the mirror with such animosity
And baby, it drives me crazy
I don’t understand what’s with this guy,
He don’t know that he’s alive
He combs his hair on the wrong side

I don’t expect you to understand,
But I’ve got these hammers for my hands
I like to start with everything
and smash away what I don’t need
and scattered all around are the pieces off of me
oh baby can’t you see what this done has to me

It’s a strange strange situation 
I need a little information
If it’s real or just imagination
Don’t say it’s so, I can’t believe 
Its down to you and me again
Up against the world my friend
Who can say   how this will end
 
It’s 3am and you’re slamming doors
Cause ‘I don’t speak your language anymore’
While I’m on my knees picking pieces
Of me up off the floor, 
I can’t lose much more, these pieces could be the last of me,
I wish I could see the way you see
is there anything left in this debris

Hammer Hands

Trancy, atmospheric breakbeat @ 128bpm
Mastered using Dolby for SoundCloud Creators (clear sky)

Signs

Music composed and piano performed by @tom-r-gnier
Guitars performed by @juswel
Vocal, Organ, mix and lyrics by @conover
© 2023 Conover/Régnier

She tamed the lips
Extraordinary hips
and when she went home
She left it on the shelf
and I knew her well
St. Thomas bridge is where I met her
and on Saint Valentine's Day, she was gone gone gone
It's cold out there..... bundle up

The St. Thomas Bridge is a 1,500-foot-long suspension bridge, crossing Los Angeles Harbor in Los Angeles, California, linking San Pedro with Terminal Island. It is the only suspension bridge in the Greater Los Angeles area. The bridge is part of State Route 47, which is also known as the Seaside

St. Thomas Bridge (Conover/Régnier/Welin)

Chocolate Rabbits

With My friend Sidhartha Gautama, love him !!

sorry

Listen also on Youtube https://youtu.be/FiWfYJqVSLI

No studio, but needed this music, so I thought you might feel the vibe of this demo I remixed from 2021

Chorus

Don’t let the rest 
Bring you down
Don’t let it haunt you
And make you drown
Keep your head 
Above water
Remember
Don’t let the rest 
Bring you down

original release 

Listen to Don't Let The Rest Bring You Down - Mandy Alicia And Hurtful Junez by Mandy Alicia on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/nvYH8

Dont Let The Rest Bring You Down - Solo Demo Remix

A new collaroration with the talented Cosmic Keanu(https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu) around another Robert E. Howard character.
Returning to his Homeland after a life of slaying dark creatures across the globe, Kane finds only sorrow and regret there before an eerie howl drives him on the road:

The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs,
     the air was slashed with foam,
The long tides moaned along the strand
     when Solomon Kane came home.
He walked in silence strange and dazed
     through the little Devon town,
His gaze, like a ghost’s come back to life,
     roamed up the streets and down.

The people followed wonderingly
     to mark his spectral stare,
And in the tavern silently
     they thronged about him there.
He heard as a man hears in a dream
     the worn old rafters creak,
And Solomon lifted his drinking-jack
     and spoke as a ghost might speak:

“There sat Sir Richard Grenville once;
     in smoke and flame he passed,
“And we were one to fifty-three,
     but we gave them blast for blast.
“From crimson dawn to crimson dawn,
     we held the Dons at bay.
“The dead lay littered on our decks,
     our masts were shot away.

“We beat them back with broken blades,
     till crimson ran the tide;
“Death thundered in the cannon smoke
     when Richard Grenville died.
“We should have blown her hull apart
     and sunk beneath the Main.”
The people saw upon his wrists
     the scars of the racks of Spain.

“Where is Bess?” said Solomon Kane.
     “Woe that I caused her tears.”
“In the quiet churchyard by the sea
     she has slept these seven years.”
The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane,
     and Solomon bowed his head.
“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
     and the fairest fade,” he said.

His eyes were mystical deep pools
     that drowned unearthly things,
And Solomon lifted up his head
     and spoke of his wanderings.
“Mine eyes have looked on sorcery
     in the dark and naked lands,
“Horror born of the jungle gloom
     and death on the pathless sands.

“And I have known a deathless queen
     in a city old as Death,
“Where towering pyramids of skulls
     her glory witnesseth.
“Her kiss was like an adder’s fang,
     with the sweetness Lilith had,
“And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood
     in that City of the Mad.

“And I have slain a vampire shape
     that sucked a black king white,
“And I have roamed through grisly hills
     where dead men walked at night.
“And I have seen heads fall like fruit
     in the slaver’s barracoon,
“And I have seen winged demons fly
     all naked in the moon.

“My feet are weary of wandering
     and age comes on apace;
“I fain would dwell in Devon now,
     forever in my place.”
The howling of the ocean pack
     came whistling down the gale,
And Solomon Kane threw up his head
     like a hound that snuffs a trail.

A-down the wind like a running pack
     the hounds of the ocean bayed,
And Solomon Kane rose up again
     and girt his Spanish blade.
In his strange cold eyes a vagrant gleam
     grew wayward and blind and bright,
And Solomon put the people by
     and went into the night.

A wild moon rode the wild white clouds,
     the waves in white crests flowed,
When Solomon Kane went forth again
     and no man knew his road.
They glimpsed him etched against the moon,
     where clouds on hilltop thinned;
They heard an eery echoed call
     that whistled down the wind.

Solomon Kane’s Homecoming (read by Cosmic Keanu)

a collaborative effort w/ the wonderful https://soundcloud.com/noxpox13

noxpox * Lysergenesis - Mutagenic Nights

It's a home-spun kind of sound.    Enjoy your dream . Stevek

Halloween in the Suburbs. ( Steve Killingbeck )

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