This is just excellent, full stop, great everything

Beautiful voice. Yall gonna be big no doubt 

I like your style of playing guitar and singing too

diggin the atmosphere of the song. Cool mix

Love the guitars on this track, really epic. #sofagang

great bass line, great vocals, great track!

[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]

When I watched you from a paper cloud,
my paper cloud
was overflown with all the
beauty there could be.

And then it was time
to tumble down, can't turn around,
but every choice I made
made a smaller me.

And when I looked around
my world so small, no world at all
I remembered all the colors
I'd seen from above.

And I decided to enjoy the fall
dive into the rotten dirt
and dig me up some love.

This plane is going down,
but it's the screaming
of the air that awoke us

Good time to take a look around
and find the way to plummet
with an unrelenting focus

Yeah, this plane is going down, down, down
but it's still holding up,
and it ain't down yet.

Great time to use up all that focus
I need to burn my way
down to zero in regret.

[ zero in regre-e-et, e-et ]

So when I take you
by the neck and waist
then spin around,
it's like I'm dancing
with a much braver me.

Let's never plan
to settle down, nor settle for
anything less than everything
there is to do and be.

This plane may be going down
but nothing short of
a mountainside can block us.
It's time to move those feet around
we can dance circles 'round the world
when all we've got is focus.

[ Swing with me.
Take a swing with me.
We'll take a swing at everything there is
to do, and to be.
There's so much to do
and to be... ]

You're invited to my paper cloud—
my paper cloud
makes all possible beauty plain to see.

This plane's still going down,
it's going down, it's going down,
but it ain't down yet.
There's always time to
work our way down to
zero in regret.

We will watch the world
grow bigger in our eyes.
We will burn every last drop of fuel
on nothing will suffice.

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Zero In Regret (with John Byrne)

We live in a mountainous area where people go skiing. The winters are getting warmer with less snow. This song is about the use of "snow canons" to make artificial snow.

Snow For Cash

Circle To Turn ft. James House

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NON VORREI

Sigarette spente nel letto
La notte è andata già via
Qualche goccia sul vetro del treno
verso un'altra città
Non vorrei, non vorrei, non vorrei forse dovrei...
Chissà quali pensieri al tuo risveglio avrai

Ho venduto montagne di panna chiamate illusioni
sfoggiando il vestito più adatto a una cravatta di cuoio
Per colmare la solitudine, farti ridere
Dovrò fare i conti allo specchio con i mostri miei

Fermare il gioco d'ingannare
Provare ad amare
Lei che mi vuol con se
Forse non ho capito che
Chi ama non cerca me

Basta col gioco d'ingannare
con la valigia pronta 
per il prossimo hotel
Dovrei aver capito che
chi ama non cerca me

Una notte di vento e tristezza
ha nascosto pure la luna
io non amo per troppa paura

Non Vorrei

Introduction in English:

A good thirty years ago I had a partner who had strict Catholic parents. She had four brothers who married in the strict Catholic spirit during the time we were together. 
I loved the free, unbridled, wild dancing at that time. But at those weddings, any passion was contained in a rigid religious call-and-dance ceremonial.   
My "salvation" was Bosza, a Croatian woman overflowing with warmth, cordiality and impetuous liveliness. She was the wife of my then partner's uncle, who himself had fled to Berlin decades ago from the all-suppressing Catholic morality.
And with Bosza I danced half the night away at the weddings. Most people hated us for it. But we were passionate soul mates.
After I separated from my former partner, I lost sight of Bosza for the last ten years. 
Until I received a year ago over a brother of my ex-partner by WhatsApp the message that Bosza had died with not even seventy years. 
When I received this news, I had to cry spontaneously. And out of this sadness, but also out of gratitude for the great living time together at the otherwise dead weddings, this tribute to this wonderful woman was created. A woman who burned from both ends of the candle, and like most who do, do not grow very old.

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Bosza

Shaved grass
Orgies of order in excess

Everything symmetrical
The cleanliness fetish

The compulsive cult replaces pleasure and fun

I come there to such a festival
Where they leave farts in gold seals

On the dance floors brooms
Heart-decored straw creatures

The atmosphere is arctic chilled

There you just jumped in brazenly
Loud, exuberant and soft

Created a little warmth niche
In this enchanted ice princess realm

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fish grette leftovers at the cat table
On my lap a spoiled quiche

The life in bottles
With permanent stop tabs

The children are domesticated

The meeting train on a railway track
On which is written "Untraceable travelled"

No door handles
The eye salute empty

A glass bell lies on the sea of people

Through you came healing cracks
The gowns mutated into a dress
Stock fishes began to wag
The mood of forbiddance deflated

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Bosza

Kahlgeschorenes Gras
Ordnungsorgien im Übermaß

Alles symmetrisch
Der Sauberkeitsfetisch

Der Zwangskult ersetzt Lust und Spaß

Komme dort auf so ein Fest
Auf dem man Fürze in Goldplomben lässt

Auf den Tanzflächen Besen
Herzentkernte Stroh-Wesen

Die Atmosphäre ist arktisch gekühlt

Da bist Du einfach dreist reingesprungen
laut, überbordend und weich

Schufst eine kleine Wärmenische
In diesem verwunschenen Eisprinzessinnen-Reich

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fischgreten-Reste am Katzentisch
Auf meinem Schoß ne' verdorbene Quiche

Das Leben in Flaschen
Mit Dauerstop-Laschen

Die Kinder sind domestiziert

Der Begegnungszug auf einem Gleis
Auf dem steht „Unauffindbar verreist“

Keine Türklinken
Der Augengruß leer

Eine Glasglocke liegt auf dem Menschenmeer

Durch Dich kamen heilsame Risse
Die Talare mutierten zum Kleid
Stockfische begannen zu wedeln
Die Stimmung von Verboten entbleit

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Bosza

Boza

Be Around

Be Around (Acoustic)

Say What?!

Doggo

Are We There Yet?

Sloppy Walk

Out of Time

Stay Up

Goodbye Cruel World

Mistakes, whether in life or in music, can be made into something beautiful. Detroit area native Jimmy Marino has been living in Pittsburgh for over a decade and formed the Beautiful Mistakes after recording an album in 2019. With musical influences from rock, roots, blues, and Americana, you'll find every song is different in style, where the hooks pull you in, the honest lyrics resonate, and the music rocks.

We hope our music speaks to you wherever you are in your life whether is a time of happiness or sorrow or contentment. Remember every mistake can become something beautiful if you let it.
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The Beautiful Mistakes are:
Cory Derringer: Bass Guitar & Vocals
Rick Manasa: Keys
Jimmy Marino: Guitar, vocals, piano, violin
Gloria Mwarage: Guitar & vocals
Ben Skinner: Drums and all things percussive

Goodbye Cruel World

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