Pleasant flow and very good vocals. Catchy listening here.

A better place we will all get to eventually

This is very good summer / fall track 🤟🤝

beautiful sound all around. Vocals are on point. Great job!

Bro this was a beautiful piece of art! Thank you 🔥🐐

I like this.. I'd like to remix it if you'd like that

reposts

Original song, video, pictures, and gif created, composed, and produced by Among The Vanity.

Tomorrow When Your Sun Got Stoned

This tune was performed by Duke Ellington in 1941. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #495 by Duke Ellington

Pauper's Weed

Best That I Knew How was included in the shortlist for the ROCK/INDIE category of the 2022 Australian Songwriting Contest. 

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Best That I Knew How was re-mixed and re-mastered June 2023.

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Verse 1:
We started talking about nothing at all
We shared a bit of something and I started to fall
A little bit in love I guess I answered a call
Made her more than a friend

So we got married in a rush of youth
Feeling so free, playing fast and loose
I always meant well you know that's the truth
But I stuffed it up in the end

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did, I did the best that I knew how

Verse 2:
We brought you home your mum and me
You entered our house turned two into three
So I went to work thought my job was to be
Bringing home big buckets of security

Who knew back then what a father should be
Who knew what a little boy or girl might need
I learned too late what I needed to see
More than anything you needed more of me.

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did, I did the best that I knew how

Bridge:
That's not to say that I didn't try
That's all I ever did and that's no lie
If I didn't live up to the standards I had
I never thought that I was doing all that bad
The only life I've known has been in my own skin
I've never been the man I wish I'd been

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did, I did the best that I knew how

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This is another take on the song previously released as The Best. The Best was reworked as a ballad and worked well.  This version is my attempt to reproduce the sort of song that I was thinking of when I wrote it.

Best That I Knew How

" SKIN-ELASTIC "

someplace, somewhen
we’ll never meet again
this moment’s pinned up onto time
the razor now
will cut and split our thens
and even stars will fall in line
and little you and tiny I
oh we are just as unrepeatable
we only got to run it once
in all of this someplace-somewhen

you know those ripples
in the oxbow lake
repeat never again
we’re not all evil
when we make mistakes 
we hope to fix them all somewhen

no we
don’t need
no reason for the jubilee
no harm
no foul
no lent or saint for a carnival

no we
don’t need
no reason for a jubilee 
no harm
no foul
no miracles for a carnival

one place, one when—
a trickster of eternity
neither will crease nor bend
at least not for you & me

so gather all your rosebuds while you may
this is why you came
(of course it’s not okay)
just gather no regrets
somehow, someway...

someplace, somewhen
we’ll never meet again
this moment’s once in all of time
the razor now
will cut and split our thens
and even galaxies will fall in line

you know that levee
where we drank and wept
will not repeat again

no we
don’t need
no fancy math for a jubilee
no harm
no foul
no speed bumps for a carnival

someplace, somewhen
someplace, somewhen
we got to happen once
and never again

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Someplace, Somewhen

Come To Me

this is just the instrumental for a bigger project im working on with CBillz so keep your eyes peeled for that one

Council House Instrumental

It is time, it is time 
Es ist Zeit  Es ist Zeit
Tired of paying for thieves 
Tired of paying for killers 
Tired of paying for liars 
Fed up with polluters

We want more dreamers 
We want more colors 
We only want happiness 
We want to love flowers
 We want to talk about the heart 
We want to dance for hours!
Long live the Dreamers 
Long live the Colours
 Long live happiness
 Long live the Flowers
 Long live the Hearts 
Long live the Dancers
 Long live the Singers!  
Vive les rêveurs ! (Dreamers) 


Our words are simple but clear. The most beautiful songs of love, respect, tolerance, dreams… were written. Unfortunately it is always the world of guns, violence, destruction that we hear louder. The law of the strongest is always the best. The voice of the weakest or seemingly weakest, the being who speaks to birds, who likes to look at the moon rather than walk on it, is always perceived as poetry but not life. We have had enough. We want artists for president everywhere!  
We want this world to put forward good people, rather than liars, thieves, criminals, polluters. We mean it and we display it. Show your smile if you want to be with us. The little prince for president of the universe!
Finally, we have chosen a symbol of hope for this title. Pinocchio can change, can stop lying. Both symbolizes our world, the lie of everybody, as well as its remedy. The latter belongs to each and everyone, and begins with oneself.
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Il est l’heure, il est l’heure…
 Es ist Zeit  Es ist Zeit
Il est l’heure.
Marre de payer pour des voleurs 
Marre de payer pour tueurs 
Marre de payer pour menteurs  
Marre des pollueurs
Vive les Rêveurs 
 Vive les Couleurs
 Vive les Bonheurs
 Vive les Fleurs
 Vive les Cœurs
 Vive les Danseurs
 Vive les Chanteurs !

Nous on veut Plus de rêveurs  
Nous on veut Plus de couleurs 
Nous on veut Que du bonheur
Marre des pollueurs  
Vive les rêveurs !

Marre de payer pour des voleurs 
Marre de payer pour des tueurs 
Marre de payer pour des menteurs  
Marre des pollueurs
Il est l’heure.

Vive les rêveurs ! 


Nos mots sont simples et clairs. Les plus belles chansons d’amour, de respect, de tolérance, de rêve… ont été écrites. Malheureusement c’est toujours le monde du canon, de la violence, de la destruction que, plus fort, nous entendons. La loi du plus fort est toujours la meilleure. La voix du plus faible ou qui semble le plus faible, l’être qui parle aux oiseaux, qui aime regarder la lune plutôt que marcher dessus, est toujours perçu comme de la poésie, mais pas de la vie. Nous, nous en avons assez. Nous voulons des artistes pour président de partout ! 
 Nous voulons que ce monde mette en avant les gens biens, plutôt que les menteurs, les voleurs, les criminels, les pollueurs. Oui nous pensons être mieux que des menteurs, des criminels, des voleurs et des pollueurs de ce monde. Nous le pensons et nous l’affichons. Affiche ton sourire si tu veux être avec nous. Le petit prince pour président de l’univers !
Pour finir, nous avons choisi un symbole d’espoir pour ce titre. Pinocchio peut changer, peut arrêter de mentir. Il symbolise à la fois notre monde, le mensonge de chacun, autant que son remède. Ce dernier appartient à chacun et commence par soi.

L'heure

Sometimes I think that there's
A better place to be than here
And I could be there right now
Instead of being right here

But when the night falls down
And the lights blur out
I start to see things clear
Maybe I’m right where I should be

'Cause we all get lost sometimes somehow
Finding our way

And every road I take feels like it's winding
But somehow I end up where I belong
In the chaos and the noise, I find my voice
my inner pulse it's my song

When the night falls down
And the lights blur out
I start to see things clear
Maybe I'm right where I should be
'Cause we all get lost sometimes somehow
Finding our way in this big old town

In the silence I hear the beat of my heart
Drawing me closer this is where it starts
When everything crumbles and I'm holding on
The fire inside me won't ever be gone

But when the night falls down
And the lights blur out
I know deep inside I've got it all
But when the night falls down
And the lights blur out
The fire inside me won't ever be gone

A Better Place

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Manic 🤯

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A 90s new man called Stan - The Intro (so near, so ska remix)

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