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The Whole Hearted Truth
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English lyricist working with dozens of composers and artists
I am a lyricist working with many composers and artists around the world and most frequently with 2 guys, Juri Rosenfeld and Mark Ellis who, although their styles are entirely different, are both extremely talented as musicians and composers, as well as producers. Along with these two, with whom I have written more than 50 songs....I have been most fortunate to collaborate with so many others that the list is almost endless but two very talented ladies spring to mind: Dawn Diamond and Amy Caldwell, who have not only both composed for my words but have also both are possessed of beautiful voices and have sung many, many times on songs I have written. There is no ONE genre I write for, since a lyricist has to be able to write for ANY category and I do, but one thing I try to be always, is honest in my work because when there is integrity, there is a way to relate to the song and if occasionally I meander into the poetic, it is because I am and always have been, since the age of 13 years, a poet...but that doesn't mean everything I write is flowery or full of metaphors...as I say, I strive always to be real and of course, most importantly, to be as unique as possible.
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Pop Pop Rock
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Peak #54
Peak in subgenre #15
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October 02, 2024
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MP3 4.7 MB 192 kbps 3:26
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Let us go back to the black and white world and pretend it was better than now, to our youth and beyond, to the poverty bond we can visit if memories allow. See the shoes on our feet stuffed with yesterdays news and our one suit of clothes, drab and drear. With no jewels to bedeck, save the scum round the neck, we had nothing -- and that includes fear. See the obstinate chins and the diamond bright eyes face the black and white world with a dare. We knew none could uncover, nor slyly discover, those secrets of our great despair. See the place where we live -- (Was it ever in colour, the paint ever glossy and new?) -- where we hung by the feet in full view of the street from a rail, with defiance as glue. See the gutters which yielded a treasure-trove rare of ball-bearings and other such gems. How we stooped, unaware of the seams we might tear, in our dresses without any hems. See the rosy-cheek children who looked down their noses, yet longed with green envy to play with the black and white urchins so craftily searching for some way to make the rich pay. And we did -- you remember? -- we tapped every resource; we understood nothing of shame. We would blackmail or flatter; it didnt much matter so long as they couldnt prove blame. We were quick, we were slick and we didnt mind danger -- in fact, it enhanced all the thrills -- We took chances so lightly and squeezed through so tightly you would think we expected some spills. But we didnt -- remember? -- we thought nothing of it, invincible down to the last. Dont you think its a pity that children so gritty should grow up and hide from the past? So let's not forget guys The older we get The formative times of our youth It was tough, sometimes rough But we had love enough And that is the whole-hearted truth
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