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Music by Stephen Girouard

¨little by little
            bit by bit
                  little bit by little bit¨

Paul Simon - Your the One

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Nobody Knocks

I was sitting down

behind a bathroom door

A public rest

no room for more

Should be no surprise

not every lock will work

But I shouldn’t have called him

you stupid jerk

    Nobody knocks anymore  x3

 

I got no problem

with a little small talk

It comes in handy

every once in a while 

The longer it goes

the smaller it gets

But it comes in handy

every once in a while

 

    Nobody knocks anymore  x3

 

Some say I’m not easy

All stuck inside

But your sweet knock

I just opened wide

You stood so lovely

In the vestibule

My dear exception

to prove that rule

Nobody Knocks
00:00 / 04:00

Nobody Knocks

Written by Stephen Girouard. Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Tony Di Lullo 

Recorded at NY Tune Saloon, NYC 2023

 

Acoustic Guitar, Vocals ---------- Stephen Girouard

Electric Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals ---------- Tony Di Lullo

Piano, Keyboard, Backing Vocals ---------- Jorgen Kjaer

Drums ---------- Nikolaus Schuhbeck

 ACTOR Stephen Girouard
Sunny Skies With My Dad, I am Here, Mystery Book by Actor Stephen Girouard vocals, guitar, & harmonica, recorded by Laurent Blanchett at Caps Lock Recordings Carmel NY. Linsey Luff’s vocals recorded by Dan Menke in Brooklyn NY.
All other tracks recorded by the musicians at various studios.
SUNNY SKIES
00:00 / 03:44

Sunny Skies with my Dad

 

Written & Co-Produced by Stephen Girouard  

Mixed, Mastered & Co-Produced  by Jorgen Kjaer

NYC 2022

 

Vocals, Acoustic Guitar ----------Stephen Girouard

Resonator Guitar, Upright Bass ---------- Zachary J. Mechlem 

Additional guitar & backup vocals ----------Jorgen Kjaer 

Sunny Skies with my Dad
Sunny Skies with my Dad

He'd carry the four of us        

Ascend the stairs     

Call it a day 

My face would feel 

His razor stubble 

To be shaven away

The next day

His get up and go 

Helicopter to fly 

My dad worked in the sky

 

He'd pitch to me 

Get the bat back

keep your eye on the ball

I'd swing away

So many a warm 

Weekend day    

Swinging away 

We'd watch the ball fly 

Up into the sky 

My dad and I

 

   Forecast calls for sunny sunny skies. (X2)

 

Just look around 

So many people broken down

How many never knew 

A father who could ever be true

A man like you    

A dad thru and thru     

For all of those years     

I thank God I had you

 

    Forecast calls for sunny sunny skies  (X2)

   

Stephen Girouard

I am Here

God help me write

The words to this song

I hit a block

It's gone on too long

If I could get started

Things would surely get somewhere

I'm just exhausted

Honey are you there

 

I am here I am here my love

What was it you wanted to say

Shall I just hold you tight

And sing you to sleep tonight

 

I grab my guitar

Play the chords once again

Mumble through the music

You stupid ball point pen

You just lie there 

Cold as can be

Where is my wife

Cried the melody

I am here I am here my love

What was it you wanted to say

Shall I just hold you tight

And sing you to sleep tonight

Love to the rescue

We'll never stop singing about

So why not make it my turn

Turn my inside out

Come to think of it

No matter the words I say

But the music that I make

God help me today

 

I am here I am here my love

What was it you wanted to say

Shall I just hold you tight

And sing you to sleep

I am here I am here my love

What was it you wanted to say

Shall I just hold you tight

And sing to you tonight

 

Stephen Girouard

I AM HERE
00:00 / 04:21

I am Here

 

Written & Co-Produced by Stephen Girouard  

Mixed, Mastered & Co-Produced  by Jorgen Kjaer 

NYC 2022

 

Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica --------- Stephen Girouard

Vocals ------------- Lindsey Luff 

Acoustic Guitar ------------- David Mansfield

Drums, Percussion ------------- Dan Menke

Pedal Steel Guitar ------------- Gerald Menke

Piano, Keyboard ------------- Jorgen Kjaer 

Upright Bass ------------- Zachary J. Mechlem 

MUSICIAN Stephen Girouard
Mystery Book
00:00 / 05:49

Mystery Book  

 

Written & Produced by Stephen Girouard

Mixed & Mastered by Tony DiLullo at NY Tune Saloon

NYC 2022

 

Vocals, Acoustic Guitar -------------- Stephen Girouard

Drums -------------- Dan Menke

Electric Bass -------------- Zachary J. Mechlem

KeyBoard -------------- Quentin Jennings

Backup Vocals -------------- Linsey Luff

Pedal Steel Guitar -------------- Gerald Menke

Electric Guitar, Additional Acoustic Guitar ------- Tony DiLullo

Mystery Book
 ACTOR Stephen Girouard
Mystery Book

A misty rain, two feet take to the ground  

My lips don't move, as I read the pages bound

This education, hits me right between the eyes 

The culprit comes with no need

No need of a disguise

I curl up in my chair with all the comfort, love, and lies

It flies

 

Religious duties called this man as he saw fit

What better reason justifies the big time hit

This is my theory, can not wait to see it hold

With cards like these, would you ever

Would you ever think I'd fold

I know it's just a mystery book

So thank you mister much

I've been a millions time told

I've been told

Here me crying lord, I'm crying out to you

Take me as a child lord, I know to come to you

To come to you, so that's what I do

 

You may say money and behind the motives found

I would agree he's of no highly moral ground

Now let me finish or perhaps I should read more

Enter one hero, what an entrance

a step right through the door

Man was I taken back

When on hands and knees

He crawled the floor

The floor

 

The car he drove you would say it's quite sleek

But clues he found by putting pride in it's back seat

Yes I do observe, there's nothing I like more

Perhaps I should be a movie

A movie director

You see I heard the late John Huston say that to it

There wasn't a whole lot more

Not much more

 

Here me crying lord, I'm crying out to you

Take me as a child lord, I know to come to you

To come to you, so that's what I do

The villain wondered, where the chase had taken place

Deep in the hole, the man found he had no ace

Still have these cards, now shall I hold them till the end

Opinions count if only to

To help me to defend

I know I've a ways to go

And I pray I know I can't pretend

I can't pretend

 

A fabled finish, on the edge of my chair

The rain outside picks up, the window thru I peer

A business suited man, with umbrella he walks by

The sidewalk carries him, no further

Than he is willing to fly

He will fly so high

That the people watching will say

He flies

Why that man flies

 

Here me crying lord, I'm crying out to you

Take me as a child lord, I know to come to you

To come to you, so that's what I do

 

Stephen Girouard

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