Lyrics
Monday was  a cold and raining
Tuesday never stopped it’s complaining
and Wednesday stuck around damn near longer than any day should
Thursday was a throbbing tooth ache
And even Friday didn’t give us a real break
Come quitting time I am gonna lay my hammer down 
(Chorus)
We earned this weekend baby
We earned this weekend baby
We earned this weekend
Ain’t nothing getting in our way

Friday night we’ll step out looking so great
Saturday sleep in don’t care how late
Cause little extra rest shouldn’t be some kind of guilty luxury
(Repeat Chorus)
All day Sunday we’ll cater to our best selves 
Dust off the dreams we keep   up on the back shelf
And remember the things we really love to do
(Repeat Chorus)
Cause Monday’s waiting for us anyway
Let’s live free for a couple days
If anyone deserves it, honey, it’s you and me
(Repeat Chorus)

We Earned This Weekend

Short stories is my project to play simple, essential short works for piano that can arouse emotions. This is the eight track of the series.

The central part was intended to create an emotional moment in the musical narrative at the height of the eclipse and then resume the theme, I wanted to create something ethereal as in the next story, I hope you enjoy it this and all my little stories.

I hope you enjoy it this and all my little stories.

Sorry for the sound but the Steinway hasn't been delivered to me by Amazon yet 😂🤣😟

Listen all the tracks:

soundcloud.com/massimo-cellerino/sets/short-stories

Short stories 8 - Solar eclipse

on the road from Maribor to Bamberg I noticed a sign that said Quellverkehr - sounded like an interesting title for a synth-based instrumental. Hope you enjoy. Downloadable CC BY. 

Quellverkehr

Manic riff for 2 tenor saxes held together (some of the time) by sensible flutes, 'bass' alto saxes and trad. beat. 
Pic. by NM - from hot air balloon trip in 2007...the first (and last).

Crosstown Dash

Who knows what's going on between people? It's hit and miss, guessing game. At least and anyhow, find out where you stand.

Loveless

Electro Dark Symphony

Nouveau titre, nouvelle collaboration... Monsieur Madeleine nous raconte et chante la "Complainte de Sailor ZiMad" et Zitou rame en cadence....

New title, new collaboration... Monsieur Madeleine tells us and sings the "Complainte de Sailor ZiMad" and Zitou rows in time.....


La complainte du marin ZiMad By  Monsieur Madeleine & Zitou Itou

July 1st, 2025 & we wish you a Happy Summer! Thank you for listening & supporting indie artists.
Lyrics & Vocal Melody by Kate Stanton
Music Production by Thomas Mierkiewicz @user-297959700 Lemonbrew 7/1/2025

There’s a monster beneath the bed
And it runs and it comes right out of my head

“You are weak" — so take a week
I could never tell...
'Til I walked straight out of that bed
Took my time, some words were said
Follow me, follow me

[Verse 2]
There’s a wonder beneath the skin
It’s wild, & it slips right out of my hands

“Come to me, while you are weak”
I’ll never tell...
'Til I walked straight out of that hell
It took some time, minced words as well
Ba dah dee eh, bah da de…dum

Dumb!

Chorus

Bah da da da da da dah dum

There’s a way, there’s a way
You can help everyone

Right in the heat of the sun
In the heat of the sun
There’s a lie where the pulse says it rises and falls

Right through the heat of the sun
Yeah, the heat of the sun...

Verse 3

There’s a silence beneath the scream

And it hums like a thread through every dream

“You are me” — it whispered deep

I could never tell...

'Til I met it under the bed

Spoke its name in words unsaid

Sing with me, sing with me


Heat of the Sun

I had the very good fortune to connect with Andy H aka “Noobly” a few months ago over music that we mutually admired and we agreed to find a future opportunity to collaborate. This is the result. Noobly’s beautifully rich track, propelled by his soaring guitar work, felt like a kind of call to prayer to my ear. I tried to echo this somewhat in singing the bridge. Lyrically, just for kicks I used the Socratic Method to construct the verses (persuasion through Q&A) so that this song’s meaning becomes self-evident and hopefully more of a personal experience for each listener. Thanks for checking it out!

Prideful Pride

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you
Did it happen when all of your friends cut you out
Was your heart set on winning something, but you lost instead
And when you were maimed did the anger in you surge
Can you mark the moment when you became someone else
Is your truth under layers of scar and combat
Are you the new thief, looting joy from everywhere

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone

And in the end you’ll be left with nothing
A bright light that’s gone too dim
I have been in a prison of my own before, just like you
Until I let the facade fall
And was set free, free

Are things more difficult now that you are going it alone
And do you leave enough room for both your sadness and your anger
Does that wall keep scary things in, and the invaders out
Are you winning this imaginary war you think you’re fighting

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, ’can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone


Music/production - Noobly @ https://soundcloud.com/noobly-1
Lyrics/vocals - Todd J McLean
Artwork - Fukushima Greed, 2011 (mixed media) by Todd J McLean

Prideful Pride

The kings of violence

Written and performed by Bluebird
Produced by Richard Brown and Bluebird 

Lyrics:

I saw you sleeping while you were awake
Like a thousand pieces all out of shape
Why are you hiding? Why can't you be yourself?
Why are you hiding? Why can't you see yourself?
 
Wicked little faces, yeah you're wicked little faces

You say you're dreaming of another place
But you don't remember the lines on your face
Why are you hiding? Why can't you be yourself?
Why are you hiding? Why can't you see yourself?
 
Wicked little faces, yeah you're wicked little faces
It's not like me....


Wicked Little Faces

The Faraway Tree is a place I come to sing and write.These songs are from my earlier work when I was just starting out in the studio with my writing and singing.I also have been putting up recent workings as I go.Hope you enjoy(:You can find links to my other pages below.
Peace and love, Bluebird

Wicked Little Faces

The Faraway Tree

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