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SUNNY KNABLE

 SONGWRITER

Songs about love, loss and, you know... life

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ABOUT SUNNY KNABLE

Sunny Knable is many things to many people.  He goes by composer on his resumé, pianist/organist on Sundays, professor by morning, private teacher by afternoon, accordionist when he's wearing a beret, drummer in another life, and songwriter in the twilight hours.  He has been writing songs about love, loss and, you know... life, since he was 12 years old, screaming his head off in his parent's garage.  Not much has changed.

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Lyricisms

All I want is a simple life

Tell me yes or no, give me black or white

But the world gives us shades of grey

And tells us nothing’s wrong

But one thing you’ve got right:

It’s not a simple kind of life

-from "Simple Kind of Life"

  

I’m a dot on a sphere but the sphere’s really here

And a dot’s not made of space

Two dots draw a line and a line makes a time

Drawn a line that a dot can trace

We’re all spinning round with these feet on the ground

And it proves that we’re in this place

It is me that is mine and it’s only in time

Will I fade from this body and face, I will believe

-from "Killing Time"


Dream, dream that you kiss her

Smile, though you will miss her

Live life in a picture ‘cause      

Love’s now something you wish her

-from "Dream Song"


I want the same things they do, I want the world on a plate

I want my name as the toast of the town, I want my fate

Dreams I had when I had when I was young 

Are something to replace

So, where are you now?

-from "Where Are You Now?"

Now I’m twenty something and if I have learned one thing

That what I’m after isn’t her, it is in the hunting

For she might break my heart and I will act the part

But if you fall from high enough, it’s worth falling in love

-from "History of a Boy in Love"


But a boy grows up, but a boy is he

And he feels that there is another place he should be

And all those people there are still waving goodbye

A boy began his life on a plane in the sky

-from "Sacramento"


There is a book that I keep in my mind

Tear a page out and leave one behind

It will never be satisfied

 The pages extend back endlessly far

The later it goes, the deeper the scar

I feel them still and think I always will

 Even in my slumber, way down deep I wonder

If that's really me anymore, I'm not sure

-from "There is a Book"


Words mean a lot

Words mean a little

Words are what you want them to mean

Words can be hot

Words can be brittle

Words can leave something left to be seen

But on this day, let it be clear

Let it be love I want you to hear

On this day, let us be living

Let us be giving thanks today

-from "Thanksgiving" 


Look at the birds up in the trees

Only the man with binoculars sees

He is willing to give his sight to the blind

Look at the dog, down on the ground

Chasing the bird, but the bird won’t be found

She is owning the leash 

and she calls to the hound, only to find

 Standing tall, the beautiful people, Look at all the beautiful

-from "The Beautiful People"


Lonely heart, half the part

We seem to perfect the art

Little Boy Blue, now it’s just me and you


Life that’s fraught is all we’ve got

We reach out with nothing caught

Friend, I know what you seem to be going through


Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn

Don’t be afraid, don’t be forlorn


-from "Little Boy Blue" 

  

Some play it safe, some risk it all

Some never rise, and some take a fall

Some plan for love, some plan disaster

Some plan for happy ever after          

At the end of the day, let there be someone here

At the end of the day, let there be another near

Close your eyes

-from "At the End of the Day"

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Forest Hills, NY 11375

347-742-5153

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