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David NyroSerious Nowhere Singer/Songwriter

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A little retro, a little Americana, a little pop rock, a little Tom Joad, a little Robbie Robertson, Dire Straits, Chris Rea, The Hooters, Chris Isaak, and Elbow...

Vocals, acoustic guitar, fx: David Nyro
Electric guitars, bass, fx: Jakael Tristram
Drums: Chaz Bommarito IV
Engineer: Jakael Tristram
Producers: Jakael Tristram and David Nyro
Recorded at Double Secret Probation Studio, 2019.

Basically, every song I write is about losing at love. Sorry to be so boring and predictable. Happiness never fueled much, except maybe some extra pounds. At least this is another one about resurrection, redemption, and new hope. One might say it's appropriate for these Corona times.

Serious Nowhere
March 4, 2018 by David Nyro

Here I am again, on one of the crop circles of hell.
Cast away, in the name of righteous entitlement. (righteous entitlement)
My eyes are open and my heart is bleeding,
but I still can't tell, I still can't tell:
Was it me or was it you?
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey) Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey
Was it love or was it true?
Hey, hey, hey, (hey hey hey), Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Guess it doesn't matter, the things we tell ourselves
to try not to care,
Hey, hey, hey, Hey, hey, hey,
Here I am again, in some serious nowhere.

Verse 2:
The wind moans, like the ghosts of this ol' town.
There's a blown-down sign in the dust,
bloodied with rust, (bloodied with rust)
reminds, rewinds, reminds me of our folly,
our beautiful folly; trying to carve a love
out of this Godforsaken wilderness.

Was it timing, was it fate?
Hey hey hey (hey hey hey)
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Was it too little, too late?
Hey, hey, hey, (Hey, hey, hey) Hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey,
What does it matter anymore.
End of the road, like Tom Joad.
Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey.
Here I am again in some serious nowhere.

But I'll be all around,
even in the dark,
even in the wasteland
of a million broken hearts;
I'll be around,
I'll be around
I'll be all around!

Chorus: Was it me or was it you?
Hey, hey, hey, (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey, (hey, hey, hey)
Was it love, or was it true?
Hey, hey, hey, (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I don't know, I don't know.
(Hey, hey, hey) I don't know, I don't know.
(Hey, hey, hey, Hey, hey, hey)
Was it you, was it me?
Was it me, was it you, was it love, was it true, was it love,
was it true, was it me, was it you, was it you?
Whoa.
What does it matter anymore?
What does it matter anymore?
x

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2020 IAIA Golden Kayak Award Nominees
alternative pop rock

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A little retro, a little Americana, a little pop rock, a little Tom Joad, a little Robbie Robertson, Dire Straits, Chris Rea, The Hooters, Chris Isaak, and Elbow...