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Cool Pop Songs #8

This is a companion to one on larapeterssonmusic, a simple collection of songs which have made me sit up and listen.
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Sit Up and Listen II

Folk sound

SpukSchreibMaschine

PIANO MUSIC

New songs from the second half of 2024, taken from the albums, Shiny Yellow Bastard, Blood Orange, and I Shall Never Play The Dane. 







2024 : Not You, Naan Bread.

It was a cold and dark December
There wasn’t much to remember
I was born into this world an innocent child

And ever since they told me
To live my life decently
To live this life in the name of paradise

So I grew up and took a wife
We built ourselves a life
But suffered at the hands of fate and now we cry

Now life has us on the run
Living it ain’t quite so fun
We keep our hopes in the name of paradise

It was a cold and dark December
Nearly went and met the maker
Now anything can happen and I’m glad to be alive

Now I’m growing old so fast
All the loved ones in my past
In their eyes is the name of paradise

In The Name Of Paradise

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

Fishing on the moon. Dreaming flying carps on silver valleys. A Lo-Fi journey into a small, amazing, fantasy world..
by AndxWaves

Fishing On The Moon

Lazy Beach Waves

Poove Nee (🎵Song)

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

the youtube video youtu.be/BO-Tucp8H18?si=189yi1NThis was a pleasure to tell this story though David Wurden music,i enjoyed this and how it turned out,as i have been a nowhere man 4 four years so this was a great way to tell this story,thanks David for trusting me with your music to make something great when we are worlds away,Music sent to gary in australia by David,vocals and mixed at Ramrod Studios sydney mastered by Herman Kavacs
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The musical backing is carefully set-up, the vocalist sings slowly and carefully and makes each note count. Yes, nice stuff. Again, adding the lyrics via edit/descriptive might be good too. Like the refrain also, with just that slight echo at its end. I'm guessing that someone spent many hours glueing this all togethe

Nowhere Man (2)© Copyright collabs with Music David Wurden all lyrics and vocals Gary Hayward

“4 Stars - Q Recommends”
- Q magazine

From the album Strange Part of the Country:

w/ Grammy-winner Tchad Blake (Tom Waits, Elvis Costello), and bass legend Danny Thompson (Robert Plant, Nick Drake)

"One of the most original artists out there"
- Blues Matters magazine

Time Settles - Lyrics: 

And the decision made a hole, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber in my bones
This is what finally separated me from all my friends for whom I became skeletal

Time settles over me
Time settles over me 

And then the places I visit became the same inside world that I thought I was in
And like a fly scribbling the air I know neither the place nor what the hour is

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And I, far off inside, was old

And now the years are closing in, each minute the last minute and following me

Time Settles

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down.

The value of your virtue.
Is decided by someone.
Whom on a glancing glance at you.
Decided you were wrong.
"You'll never be a prince or king.
You can not wish for everything.
You'll not amount to anything.
There's nothing in this life."

Now, there's a lesson somewhere. 
But, I don't think it's begun.
And I can't help from smiling.
As I'm sitting 'neath the sun
"I won't worship commodities.
I feel like doing as I please.
Don't fancy falling, sprawling.
Pleasing every single one."

I declare that there is nothing I can do to win.
Put out there, that I won't try.
Don't know where to begin.
I declare that I will make the best of what I have.
I declare I don't agree that everything is bad.
I declare that I will take what I can get for free.
I declare that looking down is not the remedy.
I agree that any pen can conquer any knife.
I will not take your holiday.
I'd rather live a life.

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down. 

Oh, mother won't you give me.
Some of your advice for free.
Because, when I tried to join them all.
They up and raised the fee.
"I'll never find the golden key,
Upon the ledge of destiny.
Some people are just born lucky.
And I'm not one of them."

I'll never be a player.
Who sits playing his french horn.
I'd never be a doctor.
In the caste where I was born.
"Seems while we choose our destiny.
We only choose periphery.
There's many things you could not be.
Whatever choice you took."

I declare in spite of this, I'm aiming for the win.
I believe that at the starts, the right place to begin.
I declare that I might fly before I learn to run.
I believe that everything is okay in the sun.
I declare that I won't work, to work another another day.
I believe there's gotta be some other better way.
I declare that any pen can conquer any knife.
I declare through everything. 
I'm gonna live a life.

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down.

I Declare

03 Good Smell

Atom The Hero

Disco in Space Vol 2

Under the shimmering canopy of the universe and pulsing quasars, we unite in a dazzling dance of light, sound, and unbridled joy.

Disco In Space Vol 2

Whilst seeking out light in the dark.
You whispered and put out your spark.
Supposedly seeking out truth.
You wandered in amongst the brutes.

Oh, Ozymandias, you are.
But you didn't fall very far.
The never-ending stretch of sands,
And every bit flows through your hands.

You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Oh, you howled at the sight of the moon.
You wanted to be me.
You wanted to temper the shock.
Took your shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.
 
You sought out the secret too soon.
The dog star arriving in June.
You barely remembered the tune.
you drank up your fill of the moon.

A beautiful, terrible mind.
Beware spake the sign of the sign.
Your arrow is shot falling down.
You'll never escape from this town.

You wanted to be me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Did it all by the light of the moon.
You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I'm not.
Took a shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.


Blood Orange Moon

Forcing down this drink.
I never stop to think.
Guess I forgot. (Guess I forgot)
Can't ever stop these shakes.
Or another pill to take.
A day to blot (To blot)
Oh, what am I to do?
Can't make it without you.
I had my shot. (My shot)
Who was I supposed to be?
It's easier to see.
Who I am not. (I'm not)

I know that I'm a dickhead on the drink.
I know I'm only made of what they think.
I know reality is what they saw.
I think I always hoped for something more.
Says a lot.

I never wanted change.
Another rearrange.
I've said my lot. (My lot)
Sat firmly back in place. 
Gave up on the chase.
I've been forgot. (Forgot)
Oh, what am I to do?
Happy without you.
To have's, have not. (Have not)
Which one then is me?
I lost it in the we.
I am, am (I) not? (Am not)

I know that I'm a dickhead in the drink.
I know I'm only made of what they think.
I know reality is what we found.
I always looked for something in the sound.
Says a lot.

Says A Lot

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I Miss You, But It’s Still Fuck You

Love doesn’t live here any more

Sneaky Russian, how do you do?
Bet we're thinking just the same as you.
Should we give ourselves a talking to?
What a world.
Oh, American, how do you plead?
Bet you'd like to see us on our knees.
Are you too wrapped up with greed?
To make it work.

Standing out in the crowd.
Why you all gotta talk so loud?
And what's made you so proud?
Of all your words.
Oh, china-man what do you say?
Could we all be friends one day?
Shall we put the bad things away?
We can all be here to stay.
I guess our time is running out.

Can't you all just get along?
We can't all sing the same song.
When neither one is wrong.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.

Half cut with my friends.
We're sorting through.
We'll sort it out.
This world spins round.
Within or without. 

Three sheets to the wind.
We're sorting out.
Just sorting through.
Without a clue.
We lack the clout.
To figure it out.

Sneaky Russian hasn't the means.
The follow up to having a dream.
Contemplating some expensive jeans?
But they are cursed.
You Americans a-wouldn't know.
Why they made the flowers grow.
Not everything's for show.
Some things are work.

Them chinaman digging the ground.
While we're all just fooling around.
Work sixteen hour days.
So the outcome might be swayed.
I guess our time is running out.

Well then Russian what do you say?
Could we make it up to you some way?
The clock keeps ticking on.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.

Half cut with my friends.
We're sorting through.
We'll sort it out.
This world spins round.
Within or without 

Three sheets to the wind.
We're sorting out.
Just sorting through.
Without a clue.
We lack the clout.
To figure it out.

The workers plod along.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.
Om.

Sneaky Russians

God, give me style and give me grace.
Give me something I can grow.
Give me something I can taste.
Now, give me somewhere just to be.
Give me rock and give me roll.
Give me heart and give me soul.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley which no light can penetrate.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm when you sink into the waste.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

You, give me the freedom to use.
Give me fire for the fuse.
Give me someone as a muse.
Now, tell me what you wanna be?
Give me pockets full of sight.
Give me strength to win the fight.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley that no light can enter in.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm in which I can sink within.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley which no light can penetrate.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm when you sink into the waste.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

I'm Falling

A song about moving on without the ones you thought would be with you.

don't talk

New version mixed and mastered by Mariosyjp. Many Thanks.
Check him out here https://soundcloud.com/mariosyjp 

Lyrics

Whilst seeking out light in the dark.
You whispered and put out your spark.
Supposedly seeking out truth.
You wandered in amongst the brutes.

Oh, Ozymandias you are.
But you didn't fall very far.
The never ending stretch of sands,
And every bit flows through your hands.

You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Oh, you howled at the sight of the moon.
You wanted to be me.
You wanted to temper the shock.
Took your shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.
 
You sought out the secret too soon.
The dog star the arriving in June.
You barely remembered the tune.
you drank up your fill of the Moon.

A beutiful, terrible mind.
Beware spake the sign of the sign.
Your arrow is shot fallingdown.
You'll never escape from this town.

You wanted to be me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Did it all by the light of the moon.
You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I'm not.
Took a shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.

Blood Orange Moon [Mariosyjp Remaster]

This piece opens with a gentle warmth, its harmonies flowing like a serene stream under soft light. Rooted in A-flat major, it delicately balances serenity and quiet strength, with each phrase thoughtfully shaped to evoke introspection.

The tender yet purposeful melody weaves seamlessly through a subtle accompaniment, creating moments of poignant stillness and heartfelt resolution. Embracing simplicity, the composition allows the emotional depth of each note to shine, while gentle modulations trace a narrative of reflection and quiet hope.

Co-producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered by @a7-recording-studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com/)

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Prelude in A-flat major

A mes parents, au temps passé qui ne reviendra pas, si loin et si proche à la fois..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHHqyTAMjZg
Paroles:
Il me revient des souvenirs,
Pour le meilleur et pour le rire.
C'est comme un film à remonter,
Un livre ouvert sur le passé.
J'avais dix ans dans le quartier,
J'aimais les jeux de mes fiancées,
Jeu de marelle je sais c'est con,
Quand on se veut comme un garçon.

Si le temps passe et les années nous blessent,
Si les volets se ferment un peu.
Si le temps passe et les années nous laissent,
Si comme au coeur un peu de bleu.
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,

Il me revient comme une odeur,
De cuir une banquette arrière.
Une déesse, des hauts le coeur,
Et les gauloises bleues de mon père.
J'avais treize ans dans le quartier,
J'aimais une fille aux yeux clairs,
Et j 'ai gardé à tout jamais,
L'odeur du henné de ma mère.

Si le temps passe et les années nous blessent,
Si les volets se ferment un peu.
Si le temps passe et les années nous laissent,
Si comme au coeur un peu de bleu.
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

To my parents, to the times gone by that will not return, so far and yet so close at the same time..
Words:
Memories come back to me,
For better or for laughter.
It's like a film to rewind,
A book open on the past
.I was ten years old in the neighborhood,
I loved the games of my fiancées,
Hopscotch game I know it's silly,
When we want to be like a boy.

If time passes and the years hurt us,
 If the shutters close a little.
 If time passes and the years leave us,
 If like in the heart there's a bit of blue.
I love to go back in time,
 I love to go back in time,

It comes back to me like a smell,
 Of leather from a back seat.
 A goddess, with a tightness in my chest,
 And my father's blue Gauloises. 
I was thirteen in the neighborhood,
 I loved a girl with bright eyes, 
And I have forever kept, 
The smell of my mother's henna.
If time passes and the years hurt us,
 If the shutters close a little.
 If time passes and the years leave us,
 If like in the heart there's a bit of blue.
I love to go back in time,
 I love to go back in time,

Christian PERUTI 
author, composer, performer

Les volets se ferment un peu

Des cuivres et une guitare wha-wha sur ce titre très année soixante dix.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fry_W_wFQRI
Paroles:
T'es parti un matin, je te revois encore.
Juillet naissait à peine, le soleil était fort.
T'as laissé derrière toi quelques mots d' un message.
Je pars pour autre chose, pour un lointain voyage.
Parti pour découvrir, ou meurent les habitudes.
Ou commencent et finissent, les nouvelles solitudes. 

Coûte que coûte, 
Sur d'autres routes,
là ou les vents n'osent souffler,
Ou les Dieux mêmes n'iront jamais,
J'irai changer ma vie un soir coûte que coûte.

As tu trouvé quelqu'un pour te tendre la main,
Quand tes heures se firent longues, quand tes nuits se firent loin.
As tu marché longtemps sans trop te questionner,
Sur les risques du temps que bercent nos années.
A tu gardé le gout, des amis de passage.
Tu dis qu'ils valent le coup, puisqu'ils parlent ton langage.

Coûte que coûte, 
Sur d'autres routes,
là ou les vents n'osent souffler,
Ou les Dieux mêmes n'iront jamais,
J'irai changer ma vie un soir coûte que coûte.

Mais un jour quelqu'un t'a dit un soir de fête,
Si tu veux je te mène, ou les routes s'arrêtent.

Soir de fête et de quête, 
Et les routes s'arrêtent.
Soir de fête et de quête, 
Et les routes s'arrêtent.
Soir de fête et de quête, 
Et les routes s'arrêtent.
Ou les routes.

Christian PERUTI
Auteur, compositeur, interprète

For this song, I created an arrangement very much from the seventies. The brass and the wah-wah guitar, along with a change in rhythm and tempo, give the song a certain originality.


Lyrics:

 You left one morning, I can still see you. 
July was just beginning, the sun was strong.
 You left behind a few words of a message.
 I'm leaving for something else, for a distant journey.
Party to discover where habits die. 
Where new solitudes begin and end.

Cost what it may, on other roads, 
where the winds dare not blow, 
where even the Gods will never go,
 I will go change my life one evening,
 cost what it may.

Did you find someone to lend you a hand, 
when your hours grew long, when your nights became distant.
 Did you walk for a long time without too much questioning,
 about the risks of the time that lull our years.
 Forever the taste of passing friends.
 You say they are worth it, since they speak your language.

Cost what it may, on other roads, 
where the winds dare not blow, 
where even the Gods will never go,
 I will go change my life one evening,
 cost what it may.

But one day someone told you on a festive evening,
If you want, I'll take you where the roads stop.

Evening of celebration and quest,
And the roads come to a stop.
Evening of celebration and quest,
And the roads come to a stop.
Evening of celebration and quest,
And the roads come to a stop.
Where the roads.

Christian PERUTI
Author, composer, performer

Coûte que coûte

This is “You’re Still Here” like you’ve never heard it before. “Lara’s Cut” is not just a re-recording - it’s a rediscovery. 

The emotions come through with full force - raw, soaring, and unapologetically powerful. Blending Lara’s ethereal signature sound with a bold new edge, this version captures the weight of every word and the strength behind every note. It’s a fearless expression of what it means to still feel, still remember, and still hold on.

LYRICS
When the day is through, I feel you near, 
Whispers of your voice, so strong, so clear, 
Guiding me through shadows, hand in hand, 
You were the rock on which I learned to stand.

You taught me love, without a word to say, 
In your silent strength, you showed the way, 
Through every storm, you stood by me, 
Now in my heart, your love’s the key. 

Oh, I miss you, but I feel you near, 
In every memory, you’re still here, 
Grateful for the time, for all we’ve shared, 
A love so strong, beyond compare.

The world feels colder since you’ve gone, 
But your light inside me carries on, 
Every lesson, every smile you gave, 
Lives on in me, beyond the grave.

Oh, I miss you, but I feel you near, 
In every memory, you’re still here, 
Grateful for the time, for all we’ve shared, 
A love so strong, beyond compare.

In the echoes of our laughter, in the tears we cried,
I find you in the moments where our worlds collide,
In every breath I take, in all I do,
A part of me will always be with you.

Oh, I miss you, but I feel you near, 
In every memory, you’re still here, 
Grateful for the time, for all we’ve shared, 
A love so strong, beyond compare.

Oh, I miss you, but I feel you near, 
In every memory, you’re still here, 
Grateful for the time, for all we’ve shared, 
A love so strong, beyond compare.

So here’s to you, for all you gave,
In my heart, your love will stay,
Grateful for a bond so true,
Forever. Dad, I'll cherish you.

You're Still Here (Lara's Cut)

Graced

Everybody has an inner dark side witch can be sweet sometimes...

My Sweet Darkness 2025 version

This track is about what it feels like to be in a relationship and arguing. 
This demo version is the female vocal piano version. The production version of this track is still being finalised. Thank you for taking the time to listen.

ARGUMENT

Enjoy the music video it's a blast: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcHY4EX7BUk

Once again, I am beside myself with joy to honour the memory of my high school bestie Dan Wayne Dunlop (October 4, 1957 – November 17, 2012), by producing and publishing his original song "Out In A Week".  Dan and I first met in junior high school, and we became best friends in high school.  We were bad, had tons of fun and jammed together often for many years. 

Dan wrote "Out In A Week" in the late 1970s, recording it on a cassette player using a drum machine, his guitar, and his own vocals.  I first attempted to revive the song I had on cassette using AI technology, but that didn't pan out.  Instead, and with the contributions of some amazing musicians, I re-recorded the song, performing the vocals, alto sax and keys. 

In many ways Dan was my mentor, I admired his independent nature, talent and drive.  A born comedian, cartoonist, singer, guitarist, puppeteer, film producer, radio talk show host, cameraman, film editor and, with all that talent, he also had a big heart. Truly an outstanding person who influenced so many people who are to this day grateful to have known him.  I hope I did him proud with my rendition of  "Out In A Week" and the music video.  Once again, I feel great pride and love in keeping his legacy alive by immortalizing his artistry.  I love you brother (RIP).

The Song:

"Out In A Week", with its hard-hitting blues-rock vibe, sentences the listener to jail for criminal behaviour, followed by the elation that accompanies the prospect of getting out in a week.

Song: Out In A Week
Lyrics: Dan Wayne Dunlop, AKA Fastmandan & Thomas Patton AKA TomCattt
Recorded at TJP Entertainment North York, Ontario and Pezmosis Music Productions Oak Ridges, Ontario
Mixed and Mastered: Mark Pezzelato at Pezmosis Music Productions Oak Ridges, Ontario https://www.pezmosis.com/
Production and Engineering: Thomas Patton
Lead and Harmony Vocals: Thomas Patton
Keyboard: Thomas Patton
Alto Saxophone: Thomas Patton 
                            : Selmer SAS711B
Bass Guitar: Bernie Serrao
Electric Guitar: Dan Strudwick AKA Brother Daniel
Drums: Mark Pezzelato
              https://www.pezmosis.com/
Album Cover: Thomas Patton
Photography: Thomas Patton
Copyright: 1182165

Cattt Man Do

Out In A Week

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“Golden” by These Guitars Say Sorry is an acoustic folk ballad that blends warm guitar tones with emotive, singer-songwriter storytelling. Featured on the artist’s third album, the track is lifted further by harmonies from The Choir of Phantoms.

The lyrics move between fleeting golden mornings, rose-filled gardens, and shared struggles in “the same sinking boat,” offering a bittersweet reflection on beauty, hardship, and resilience. Despite the rain, ruin, and distance, the song carries a persistent optimism — a reminder that the best is yet to come.

For fans of Billy Bragg, Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake, Bright Eyes, Damien Rice, Iron & Wine.

Genre Keywords:
acoustic folk, indie folk, singer-songwriter, acoustic ballad, storytelling folk, reflective folk, lyrical songwriting, emotive folk music

Golden | Acoustic Folk Singer-Songwriter Ballad (These Guitars Say Sorry)

“I Am Stronger” blends soulful R&B with gospel power, choir chants, and church harmonies. A story of resilience told through uplifting verses, massive sing-along choruses, and cinematic instrumentation. From the shadows to the light, this is music built to inspire — stadium-ready, heart-filled, and unforgettable.

#Soul #R&B #Gospel #Choir #Anthem #Uplifting #Inspirational

I am Stronger

The night is heaviest just before the dawn you cannot see. The burden is greatest on the climb you cannot yet summit. You stand in the dark, certain you are lost.

    You are not lost. You are being guided. This ache is a map. This silence is a teacher.

    So breathe. Endure. For indeed, with hardship will be ease. Indeed, with hardship will be ease.

    This is not a random pain. It is all part of the plan.

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