Lyrics:
Nothing
To be done
Nothing lost
Nothing won
No memories 
Just a song unsung

I flip a coin
Each time a head
Did someone say
I was already dead
I never knew
I was so easily led

I stay here
You go there
And even if
The chance is rare
We will avoid 
A love affair

My disgrace 
My regret
It’s not a race
So why did I forget
Never my time (maybe)
I just haven’t earned it yet (baby)

Nothing To Be Done

Just an ordinary knucklehead strumming my six-string and singing songs.  Nothing but raw and real recordings from my heart. I labor with sweat and tears to make REAL music for REAL humans, because I refuse to let AI take that away from us.

I contemplate my seventh decade with a fresh impetus to make it memorable and finally prioritise personal love or disappointment ahead of mysteries of the physical universe.
 
I'm a perfectionist and 'jack of all trades', sing and most frequently play drums, electric and acoustic guitar, bass guitar, piano, keyboards, alto and tenor saxophone. All my work is self-written, and recorded and produced at home. Lovingly maintained tape machines have been superseded by multi-track hard-disk recording (still Emagic Logic 5.5.1 for Windows).

Nothing To Be Done

Anomar