originally uploaded on march 29, 2021

she call me up every single night
just to check up on me, make sure I'm alright, yeah
but honestly I don't think I've seen
the sun in quite a minute, think I'm dying, yeah
she call me up every single night
just to check up on me, make sure I'm alive, yeah
but honestly I ain't seen the light in quite a minute, think tonight I'm gonna die, yeah

oh, it's a lonely road
think I'm going out alone
oh, it's a lonely road
think I'm going out on my own

think i'm dying

think i'm dying (prod. kygzeii)(remixed/remastered)

Passing Time

Christmas Song 2023. To quote myself "I have zero ideas for a Christmas song this year, I just can't believe it's Christmas again already".. that's it, that's the idea.

Time Flies (It's Christmas)

We're Getting Older by Ivor Game
Words and Music copyright 2024 Ivor Game
Released 17th May 2024

We're Getting Older

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

“Missed That Train” is a reflection on the moments we let pass us by — not just a train pulling out of a station, but all the small chances, words, and decisions that quietly shape a life.
Written like a conversation with time itself, the lyrics unfold as a personal journey through regret, memory, and subtle acceptance.
It’s about standing still while the world moves on — and realizing, maybe too late, what that silence really meant.
Poetic but grounded, the words stay with you — like the sound of something you almost caught… and didn’t.

„Missed That Train“ erzählt vom Verpassen – nicht nur eines Zuges, sondern ganzer Möglichkeiten, Worte, Momente, die ein Leben prägen.
Der Songtext wirkt wie ein leises Gespräch mit der Zeit: ehrlich, bildhaft, nachdenklich.
Es geht um das Innehalten, während alles andere weiterzieht – und um die späte Erkenntnis, was dieses Innehalten wirklich bedeutet hat.
Ein Song über Reue, Erinnerung und die Kunst, loszulassen, ohne sich selbst zu verlieren.

Missed That Train

Saw the red lights blinkin’, platform 9
Hands in my pockets, just killing time
How fast it goes when you look away
Just a blink, and that steel bird flew away

It wasn’t just a train, you know what I mean
It was twenty-seven chances I’ve never seen
A road trip I never took at nineteen
A kiss I skipped, too scared to be seen

I missed that train, and I miss a lot more
Like the look in your eyes when you opened the door
Like the song we never danced to in July rain
Yeah, I missed that train… and I’d do it again

Used to think life waits, but it don’t
It hums down the tracks, whether you come or you won’t
And the station clears out when the moment’s gone
Silence louder than a goodbye song

I saw a crow where your shadow stood
It looked at me like you once would
I stepped, then froze – the sky turned gray
And nothing moved… but time, anyway

I missed that train, and I miss a lot more
Like the words you whispered, like your coat on the floor
Like the dream I let die in the morning gray
Yeah, I missed that train… and it slipped away

Now I walk by tracks like a ghost in a frame
Still chasing smoke, still cursing my name
Some doors close, some don’t make a sound
But that train…
It never slowed down


Missed That Train

“Same Street, Same Sky” drifts through the quiet poetry of everyday life—those tiny routines, half-forgotten dreams, and the soft ache of places that never really change. It captures a neighborhood caught between comfort and restlessness, where people move in loops, seasons blur together, and even the sunsets feel tired of trying. Beneath the calm surface runs a tender longing for something beyond the familiar hill, paired with a warm, nostalgic glow. The song invites listeners into a world where time slows, memories linger, and the ordinary becomes unexpectedly cinematic.

„Same Street, Same Sky“ erzählt von der stillen Poesie alltäglicher Momente – von kleinen Gewohnheiten, verblassten Träumen und dem leisen Ziehen in Orten, die sich scheinbar nie verändern. Es beschreibt eine Nachbarschaft zwischen Geborgenheit und innerer Unruhe, in der Menschen in Schleifen leben, Jahreszeiten ineinanderfließen und selbst die Sonnenuntergänge wirken, als hätten sie die Lust auf Besonderheit verloren. Unter dieser ruhigen Oberfläche liegt eine sanfte Sehnsucht nach dem, was hinter dem bekannten Hügel liegen könnte, begleitet von einem warmen, nostalgischen Schimmer. Der Song lädt dazu ein, in eine Welt einzutauchen, in der die Zeit langsamer vergeht, Erinnerungen bleiben und das Alltägliche plötzlich filmreif wirkt.

Same Street, Same Sky

Mrs. Langley’s trimming roses again
Same pink ones, dying in the August rain
Kids chalk monsters on the driveway floor
Until the clouds eat the sun once more

Jason’s car still won’t reverse
He curses fate, then blames the church
The corner store got rid of beer
Now there’s just dust and diet cheer

Same street, same sky
Same sigh, same why
No bang, no break
Just slow, slow ache
Na Na Na – this town don’t cry
It just forgets how to say goodbye

Mail’s late, but no one minds
Nothing comes but parking fines
We talk in loops, pretend we change
But the weather and our lives stay the same

“Ever wonder what’s out past the hill?”
She asked – while folding laundry still

Same street, same sky
Same breath, same lie
No flame, no fight
Just dim porch light
Na Na Na – and a pie gone dry
This town don’t leave, it just lets time slide

Even sunsets feel rehearsed
Like they’re bored of being beautiful first

A dog barks loud, no one looks
The clock rewinds inside our books
Tom paints his fence for the fourth July
The same white dream, the same old lie

Same street, same sky
Same damn lullaby
Da Da Da – we laugh, we lie
And watch the years like buses go by

A storm rolls in without a name
And no one here remembers rain


Same Street Same Sky

Writer of poetry, lyrics, thoughts and words, turning them into unique musical compositions with the help of ai.

Hello people!
My new artist name is SEBASTI4N. Same quality, different name.

Ivor Game is a self produced Singer/Songwriter from just outside London, who has over the years toured his acoustic shows across England and beyond, to Los Angeles, Nashville, parts of Europe and Ireland.

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