Remember the cul-de-sac nights cold beer, a cigarette to share the creak of our old porch swing smoke curled like chinese dragons in the air Chorus The porch light flickers, But it’s not lit for me anymore. I know there’s nothing waiting…

Here is my try at a good old fashioned protest song. I tried to imagine I was writing in the sixties, and CSNY, Buffalo Springfield and Creedence were everywhere on the radio. I used a website called Audimee to generate the call and response…

Snowflakes falling, soft as candlelight Silver tinsel sparkles every memory tonight There’s a record on the player, fire crackling warm and low And I’m back to when I held you, underneath the mistletoe City streets are shining, silver…

The Light Still Holds 12-13-25 (c) Nick Torres This year was hard, I won't lie Lost some things I can't get back But the fire's burning bright in this room where we all gather Snow coming down outside but we're all warm tonight…

From 2012 made of sounds found all around. Industrial fan, dumpster closing, door closing, car gas tank closing, a speak and spell, a water drop. All of these were tweaked in Acid Pro I think to make this ambient, film noir, horror movie piece.

(c) Nick Torres 10/31/25 All instruments played by Nick Torres Cubase MIDI drums and Crow Hill Pocket Strings I play: Mensinger Basses / Fender 1989 HM Made in USA Strat / Breedlove Acoustic Jeff Bridges signature / AKAI Professional Keyboards…

My attempt at old school Americana.

Sometimes to clear my head I'll listen to Bob Marley's Legend album. Then I noticed that these lyrics fit with a nice reggae beat.

Play it loud where you can dance!  Boom Boom Girl (c) Nick Torres 9/25/25 She struts in with a kick A snap A spin Eyes like fire You know she always wins Boom-boom girl Got the whole world spinnin'   She’s got that boom-boom Shakin…

Only In My Dreams (DRAFT) - (C) Nick Torres 9-15-25    Only in my dreams You’re calling out my name Running in the moonlight Hear your laughter in the rain Only in my dreams I hold you in my arms Our hearts beat like lover’s drums…

I wrote this when the cliche's were still new and dirt was rocks. Keith Richards was still pretty old though.

Stitches –© Nick Torres 8-19-2025 I closed the door softly, unlike the others before I loved you once, I think I loved the comfort more No matter how you try, sometimes it never grows I’m walking out the door With the pieces of me you thought…