This song is a heartfelt tribute to a woman who had more guts and integrity than me in a corporate environment, as I got caught up in trying to be a proper bureaucrat and she insisted on being herself at any cost. The song weaves a partly-fictional story (but all faithful) of how she got fired and why I didn't. The sarcasm in the song is at my expense, not hers.
I had a beaten-up old upright piano in my kitchen in my rented house in Pasadena, and I came up with this strangely frenetic arrangement on that piano. Then I added a spooky keyboard line from my trusty Juno 106 synth... and so on. I don't know if I was channeling Harry Chapin in this song, but I THINK I was.
lyrics
She walked into my office at 4 pm
I still remember the look on her face
She said, “I’ve been fired on account of the dress code,
I guess I’ll have to find work in some other place.”

We rode forty floors down on the elevator
I said “I’ll be sorry to see you go”
She said “It’s you, you should be worried about”
And left me standing like a bureaucrat in the snow

CHORUS:
She didn’t look hurt like she should be
Just kind of sad and kind of free
Like she always knew she’d have to go
And leave me standing like a bureaucrat in the snow

I watched her red socks move along the sidewalk
And a tight yellow top right down to her thigh
Her black silk pants nearly reached to her ankles
I walked back in the building and straightened my tie.

CHORUS

- instruments and vocal: J.M. Kearns
- song by J.M. Kearns

Bureaucrat In The Snow

This is an almost finished remake of "Enchantress"! I switched out Teto's UTAU voicebank for her SynthV version instead. It is VERY easy to use her SynthV voicebank. Her english is almost flawless.

Enchantress 2024 (Unmastered Remake)

Modern Life Blues

“Mais tu as quel âge ?” est une chanson humoristique et cynique qui aborde la fameuse question de l’âge à la fois comme un compliment flatteur et une remarque qui pique. Entre les rires et les vérités, la chanson joue sur l’ambiguïté des compliments de façade et des petites piques sur le temps qui passe. Rythmée et malicieuse, elle invite à accepter avec humour les regards posés sur nous, qu’ils soient admiratifs ou un peu trop sincères. Une mélodie légère pour se moquer avec tendresse de cette obsession de l’âge !

Avant tout, l'amour

Mais tu as quel âge ?

Nothing Really Matters © 2024 by John Tabacco

Nod 11: Vocals, Guitar
Kennedy Oswald: Harmonies, Guitar
Moon Landing Jr. : Drums
Vixen Roswell : Bass
JT : Keyboards
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios III, Ronkonkoma, NY 


NOTHING REALLY MATTERS
Plug in 
Plug out
No need to shout
No one's gonna hear you
No one's gonna hear you

Step up
Step down
Undo that frown
No one's gonna fear you 
No one's gonna fear you

It's dog eat dog
And you’re on your own
You’re worth is limited to your cellular phone
And while the world may be a hostile place for dreamers
We’re all heading towards the great unknown
So who cares?

Move left
Move right
No line of sight
No one has to see you
No one has to see you

You’re good
You’re bad
Your mind goes mad
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters

It's dog eat dog
And you’re on your own
You’re worth is limited to your cellular phone
And while the world may be a hostile place for dreamers
We’re all heading towards the great unknown
So who cares?

Goodbye Saint Petey
Goodbye Saint Clair
Suffice it to say
You’re going nowhere
As everyone has to bite the bullet at one point
That great equalizer has got you covered

It's dog eat dog
And you’re on your own
You’re worth is limited to your cellular phone
And while the world may be a hostile place for dreamers
We’re all heading towards the great unknown
So who cares?

Nothing Really Matters

Lower Intelligence

blame

A nice little ditty about desecrating the tombs of our idols. Enjoy!

Grave Robbers

Every word I shout, they call it lies
Truth denied, they cover their tracks, I surmise
(Conspiracy)  as I unveil the unseen
No escaping what's real, I won't be silenced, no serene
Misinformation they claim, but they can't hide their shame
I'm prying open the chains, exposing their game

They're calling it a theory
I'm breaking through the smokescreen
They label it misleading
But truth is what they're fearing

Open eyes, they label me insane (I'm not to blame)
Chained down by their deceit, I'll tear apart their reign
Lies thrown my way, but they won't silence the call
I stand tall, their echoes will crumble and fall
Exposing the facade, I'm storming through the blinds
In the chaos, truth's fire will blow their minds

They're calling it a theory
I'm breaking through the smokescreen
They label it misleading
But truth is what they're fearing

The masses scream out loud, we're breaking the shroud
Unfazed by their games, we rise from the crowd
Craving truth, we'll dismantle their disguise
In the end, watch us sever all the lies

They're calling it a theory
I'm breaking through the smokescreen
They label it misleading
But truth is what they're fearing

Witnessing Full Spectrum Lunacy

Truth Denied

Flash those lights, see the badge and the stare
Bravado in uniform, do they even care?
It's a game of push and shove, justice on a chain
Got their thrill from the power, fuels their disdain
They thrive in chaos, escalation's their card
Blind justice, they think they're playing God

Hands up, but still, they're rough
Hearts cold, they've had enough
Truth is twisted, lines blurred
Voices silenced, never heard

Street's a stage for their domination game
Chaos justified by their unearned fame
Tensions rise, they feed on fear
Bullets echo, intent unclear
For whom do they serve, protect, and fight?
The power-trip blurs the line (of what's right)

Hands up, but still, they're rough
Hearts cold, they've had enough
Truth is twisted, lines blurred
Voices silenced, never heard

Shadows lurk in places unseen
Innocents caught in a twisted dream
But we rise, won't be pinned or shamed
Light the fire, ignite the change

Hands up, but still, they're rough
Hearts cold, they've had enough
Truth is twisted, lines blurred
Voices silenced, never heard

Push & Shove

produced by veshawn / bvlgaribands  


Lookin at these ghosts
I jus walk on by
going thru the motions
I done crossed all time
She think that we close but we jus talk online
Smokin goopy
 jaded in the dark all night 

Bottom of ocean where I’ll toss my line
Reeling in the moments tryna snatch my lies
Hit me with a potion come and doxx my mind
Feugo in the forest, come and douse my eyes.
—————-

Tryna keep my balance
Bruh I’m barely rowin

These waters all uncharted
Don’t know where we goin

Y’all quick to pointin fingers
But u Barely stow it

Lookin for the needle
Feel like Demi on it

—————

100 on the speedo
Spend like 50 on the
Fit

Ride in El Caminos
Steady mobbin thru the
Most

All my strong be potent
I been longin for a 
Hit

Shootin like a 
Western 
Bitch I’m aimin from the 
Hip

Why u fw him?

Tryna catch a feeling
Sometimes I can’t get a 
Grip

I don’t see no replacements
Baby can I get a 
Lift?


I wish
I wish


——— hook again:

verse 2:

i’ll confess 
been lost without my friend 

w smokey through the stress
i pop out then regress 

still move with dyin horses
liked i lined that shit with ket

boney i’m a fossil
i been jolly off this M 

barely fit description
keep it short unlike a JNCO
quit acting like you with it
yont know shit about my skin tone
lately been head-ridden
i aint fw thèse bimbos
bless em in my spirit 
chest smelllin like a temple

down just like a benzo 
sketchy like a pencil/soul
ridin round this ricey whip
shit boxy like a bento
strung out off the hemp roll
R.I.P to lentils 
pull up to my ends hell ye
baby keep the tempo

askin for thé story
yont know where tf i been bro

act like you gon hold me
cus m’y pockets wide, i been broke

wrapped around w shells of me
i tote that shit akimbo

coping— it’s a thing
burn my threads out like a spindle

doxx my mind [p. bvlgaribands]

Love Her REMIX (Slowed + Reverb)

This song is about how cloying and annoying it is that Hallmark makes every day a holiday, and especially Christmas.

Every  Day is a Hallmark Day

A Christmas song for those who dont like Christmas songs.

We at Nova Babies are proud to introduce one of the most brutally honest pieces of Christmas music in hope that those who struggle with seasonal depression; hyper-consumerism; economic hardships and the noise of relentless marketing: can feel heard.

We love you all

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

Rudolph, Make It Quick! (Feat. Ryan Pardey)

Here a poppy song with very cynical lyrics about the world we're living in. Everybody's a star here; if you're an animal, pop star, politician, criminal, the wind or the water .....
Check out the wah wah guitar solo at the end. That's the way you play that pedal.

The Human Zoo (2025 remix)

lyrics:

is this all we got?
masqueraded pawns surround me 
have we all got stuck?
in a world that’s loosing 
souls corrupt
dust to bones to silicone  
have we all forgot?
somber warnings 

if only I could force a laugh
and numb our mistake ridden past 
a truth that we can’t face
an empty world awakes
there’s no one left to hold us back
this lurid tale illicits wrath
a greed with bitter taste
an empty world awaits

there’s a false wall up
can’t we see what’s in between? 
while we all play God 
the unknown grows out of control  
have we all got lost?
in blue light drugs?
in downward spirals?
thumbs don’t idle 
brainwashed till our senses turn to rust 

if only I could force a laugh
and numb our mistake ridden past 
a truth that we can’t face
an empty world awakes
there’s no one left to hold us back
this lurid tale illicits wrath
a greed with bitter taste
an empty world awaits

all i fear is everything is gone
only rubble left of what’s to be mine
what’s meant to be mine
with every single breath I take  
it fills my lungs with memories of past mistakes
how is it that we never learn?

if only I could force a laugh
and numb our mistake ridden past 
a truth that we can’t face
an empty world awaits
there’s no one left to hold us back
this lurid tale illicits wrath
a greed with bitter taste
an empty world awaits

all I fear is everything is gone
only rubble left of what’s to be mine
what’s meant to be mine with every single breath I take  
it fills my lungs with memories of past mistakes
how is it that we never learn?

An Empty World Awaits (Piano Demo)

hankych1ef - improv laptop dj session [01_13_25]

I see no birds no more
Where have they gone to?
I've been distracted
Where have they gone to?

All I can see
Some trees are bleak 
Some trees are black
And some carry plastic bags

Yet, what can I do?
It‘s too late anyway, it‘s not my responsibility
What can I do?
I guess I can clear my calendar
To watch the world
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch it all burn

What can I do?
It‘s too late anyway, it‘s not my responsibility.
What can I do?
I guess I can clear my calendar,
To watch the world burn
Watch the world burn

I take vacation to watch the world burn
I wear my Ray-Bans to watch the world burn
I put on some sun screen to watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch it all burn

Birds

Originally from the Wirral (OMD land!), I now live in London. Almost all of my career was in IT, Project Management and lack of time and technology meant I never really pursued a music career. The lockdown and technology advances have meant I could teach myself and learn to compose songs. I don’t like to stick to one genre but rather try and ‘parody’ styles. Some melodies have been in my head for years and in some cases words have changed over the years. My aim is really to creat a ‘potpourri’ of sounds such that someone somewhere will enjoy something on here!!!!

I also create videos for my songs and for other artists . Same name on YouTube. 

If anyone likes a song/instrumental enough to want to use it (even if it means re-recording it yourself) feel free to contact me here. 

Stay safe. 

Mal

John Tabacco is an American composer, singer songwriter, producer, recording engineer, multi instrumentalist and graphic artist. He has engineered /mixed and mastered music for hundreds of New York recording artists as well as projects released on BMG: The Kemelions, RCA: Faze, Rampage/Rhino: Rhett Forrester, Columbia: Rebbie Jackson, Rykodisc : Bob Marley, Columbia: Chris Jasper, Electra: Sonia Dada and Nickleodeon’s Are You Afraid Of The Dark? He is the CEO of It Iz What It Iz Music Publishing which currently holds over 750 songs in its catalog. He has been an associate producer for IndiMusic TV and hosts a bi-weekly radio program (CLAM RADIO) on college radio WUSB.fm since 1999. He is currently the head of A&R at Modern Voices Digital Distribution.

His musical background consists of extensive study of orchestration with noted 20th century composer John Lessard, harmony with the late electronic music maverick Bulent Arel, and composition with Stony Brook University professor Peter Winkler. He received his BA in Music from Stony Brook University in 1983. 

Like an unfolding musical diary / puzzle, Tabacco’s music and art are constantly being re-worked, juxtaposed and intertwined. His style is a melding of pop - jazz -rock - avant garde / aleatory, classical and comedy.  He has been recording his music non stop since 1979.

Of note: In 1989 the satirical, absurd house song "Go House Yourself" co-written by Tabacco, Pati and DiMauro reached position 39 on Billboard's dance chart. 

In 2014 Tabacco signed a record deal with Texas, indie label, Muffin Records. They released his CD “Unfulfilled Shopping Carts Syndrome” internationally.

"It was a choice between entertainment and a career in air conditioning and refrigeration"

If you know him, you know him. If you don‘t, you don‘t.

Songs that are a defiant stand against the official narratives.

I am a cultural anthropologist by trade. Started playing the mandolin in 2018 and started writing songs in early 2020. I am most influenced by singer songwriter folk musicians from the sixties and seventies. I am a fan of many different genres and modern musicians too.

hankychief34@gmail.com
https://linktr.ee/area34

Making electronic music since 2020\been a metal vocalist since 2012
Free From Flesh out now 
Arcade Tokens out August first

Hi, friends. My new album is now on Bandcamp at https://jmkearns.bandcamp.com/album/songs-of-surviving-in-the-city-vol-1 . Please enjoy it there!
BIO:
At age 30, J.M. Kearns abandoned his native Toronto and a future in academic philosophy, and thumbed his way to L.A. to be a songwriter.

In L.A. there were a couple of near-breakthroughs — an audition at Electra-Asylum Records, a song meeting with Warren Beatty — but then things got real. Kearns had to eat. He worked as a house painter, then a telegram-singing donkey, and then he really hunkered down, as a bureaucrat at a huge downtown law firm, exchanging molecules with tall office buildings. He did a lot of writing and recording, but not a lot of performing.

That changed when he moved to Nashville. After a thousand writers’ nights, he was given his first real gig, an 8:30 slot at a notorious club called the Gold Rush. Good things started to happen. Kearns found his mojo as a performer and a band formed around him, dubbed the Lonely Mammals. In 2007 he issued a CD with them called Death or Life, and Elmore magazine gave it a rave review. Also that year, his novel The Deep End was published (https://www.amazon.com/Deep-End-J-M-Kearns/dp/1500502707 ). And five of Kearns’ songs were recorded by independent artists. 

In 2010 Kearns moved to Cape May, a beach town at the southern tip of New Jersey, where he performs in a trio called The Squares with his partner Debra Donahue and their friend M.Q. Murphy. And of course, he keeps writing songs. Oddly, his life’s circle became unbroken when a musician friend got him a job teaching philosophy at a nearby university. In May 2024 Kearns released his first solo album, Before the coffee gets too cold.

His new album, Songs of Surviving in the City, Vol. 1, releases on Nov. 15th, 2024, and it’s now in preview on Bandcamp at https://jmkearns.bandcamp.com/album/songs-of-surviving-in-the-city-vol-1 .

Watch this space: next year Kearns will release three more albums of songs that you've never heard. Love Songs Only; Undiscovered Country, and Earliest Songs-Toronto.

Bienvenue dans mon univers musical, où chaque note et chaque mot sont soigneusement tissés pour raconter des histoires authentiques et émouvantes. Passionné par la musique et l’écriture, je crée des chansons qui capturent les tranches de vie et les réflexions sur notre époque moderne. 
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Welcome to my musical world, where every note and word are carefully woven to tell authentic and moving stories. Passionate about music and writing, I create songs that capture slices of life and reflections on our modern era.

I'm a producer from the Philadelphia area. 

New tracks tagged #cynical