Piano Solo - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1200229 By Skeeter Davis. By Arthur Kent and Sylvia Dee. Arranged by Timothy Stapay. Broadway,Film/TV,Musical/Show,Pop,Rock,Standards. Score. 6 pages. Timothy Stapay #799031. Published by Timothy Stapay (A0.1200229). An arrangement of The End Of The World,  a song covered by many famous artists. includingThe Carpenters; thanks to the phenomenal singing of Karen Carpenter.  The End of the World was written by composer Arthur Kent and lyricist Sylvia Dee, who often worked as a team.The Carpenters (officially known as Carpenters were an American vocal and instrumental duo consisting of siblings Karen (1950–1983) and Richard Carpenter (born 1946). They produced a distinctive soft musical style, combining Karen's contralto vocals with Richard's harmonizing, arranging, and composition skills. During their 14-year career, the Carpenters recorded 10 albums along with many singles and several television specials. Karen possessed a powerful singing voice, and close miking brought out many nuances in her performances.  Richard arranged their music to take advantage of this, though Karen had a three-octave vocal range.  Richard's work with Karen was influenced by the music of Les Paul, whose overdubbing of the voice of wife and musical partner Mary Ford allowed her to be used as both the lead and harmony vocals.[6] By multi-tracking, Richard was able to use Karen and himself for the harmonies to back Karen's lead. The overdubbed background harmonies were distinctive to the Carpenters, but it was the soulful, engaging sound of Karen's lead voice that made them so recognizable.  Record executive Mike Curb said it was Karen's voice that took the Carpenters above straight pop music into pop rock.   She was known as a one take wonder and could deliver a strong performance on the first attempt.Richard Carpenter was the creative force behind the Carpenters' sound. An accomplished keyboard player, composer and arranger, music critic Daniel Levitin called him one of the most gifted arrangers to emerge in popular music.  The duo's smooth harmonies were not in step with contemporary music, which was dominated by heavy rock.  Instead, the Carpenters strove for a rich and melodic sound, along the same vein as the Beach Boys and the Mamas & the Papas, but with greater fullness and orchestration including frequent use of small string and horn sections and introspective lyrics centred around relationships.  Richard also admired the musicianship and arranging skills of Frank Zappa, and the two briefly met backstage at the Billboard Forum in 1975.End Of The World: Lyrics:Why does the sun go on shining?Why does the sea rush to shore?Don't they know it's the end of the world?'Cause you don't love me any moreWhy do the birds go on singing?Why do the stars glow above?Don't they know it's the end of the world?It ended when I lost your love[Bridge]I wake up in the morning and I wonderWhy everything's the same as it wasI can't understand, no, I can't understandHow life goes on the way it doesWhy does my heart go on beating?Why do these eyes of mine cry?Don't they know it's the end of the world?It ended when you said goodbyeWhy does my heart go on beating?Why do these eyes of mine cry?Don't they know it's the end of the world?It ended when you

Piano - Digital Download SKU: LV.17449 Arranged by George Peck. Gold rush, Gold mining, Oceans, Ships, Cliffs, Donkeys, Bears, Gods. Lester S. Levy Collection. 6 pages. Published by Johns Hopkins University Sheridan Libraries (LV.17449). The San Francisco Quadrilles. (1) Poor Nelly; (2) The Old Folks at Home; (3) Carry Me Long; (4) The Virginia Rosebud; (5) Nelly Bly. Arranged from the most favourite Negro Melodies for he Piano Forte by George Peck. Published 1852 by Atwill & Co., at Their Music Store Plaza in San Francisco. Composition of sectional with piano instrumentation. Subject headings for this piece include Gold rush, Gold mining, Oceans, Ships, Cliffs, Donkeys, Bears, Gods. About The Lester S. Levy CollectionThe Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music consists of over 29,000 pieces of American popular music. Donated to Johns Hopkins University Sheridan Libraries, the collection's strength is its thorough documentation of nineteenth-century American through popular music. This sheet music has been provided by Project Gado, a San Francisco Bay Area startup whose mission is to digitize and share the world's visual history.WARNING: These titles are provided as historical documents. Language and concepts within reflect the opinions and values of the time and may be offensive to some.

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.1012728 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 9 pages. Moni Bergo #5743167. Published by Moni Bergo (A0.1012728). Music and song composed by me  ♫ *'¨` * • .¸¸. As Dante (To hell and back)♫ ♫ *'¨` * • .¸¸. ♫ I'd recognize anywhere and millions  your  eyes when will my time I certainly find  it my rebellious soul that more chains will not have over the time and distances Your light will follow   and how Dante I will commence from the bottom the deepest hell between the screams of the damned three groans and sins between greedy and slothful but you're not here I feel that changes and transforms the essence takes shape love transfigures removes all fear I find you I swear I'll take you with me   memories, images in my mind 2 of us in the excerpt of apparent life for us that we are in hell were forged on us a tear and 100 sins I do not believe, do not watch and do not feel You that  rest and peace have reached and then suddenly appears to me your face We are in hell for us is heaven ... we rush wrists tied, I do not care You  squeeze  to hurt me   think of me stronger and shalt see my colors It was death to turn me but you can repaint me  and then I'll be whatever you want as in life if you want me  wind I breath and the evils I will comfort If you want me want rose scent the air and will blossom As Dante told We are  Paolo and Francesca 2 doves and then just and I find the joy of living smile reborn and fight to recover what in life we we never had happiness everyone is looking for and chase and then expect strange to say but I find it here On  flames on  hell as Dante that one day for that dark forest left   dance, dance white souls purgatory are never tired why the hell is a real torture but it is the paradise that do  more scares and how Dante but without Virgilio I try by myself to my best because Charonte accept my toll conceal my love and now we are already on journey   how strange my mind that does not have any rest It has no limits or boundaries and fear a little 'makes me is  my  curse as a mark on the skin but as  said one on  last Dante I go out to see the stars that day will come and then I swear I look for you and take you to a safe place Please , just remember  only my face and will not be hell will be heaven ...                                                                                              Monica Bergo

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.976873 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 9 pages. Monica Bergo #3243715. Published by Monica Bergo (A0.976873). 2017 Holiday Contest EntryThe alchemist Flames in the dark sparkle voice whispering echoes They say about you Sell useless dreams they say about me that I’m too much frail You are shutting down the day of this city the lights switch on of different realities and time dilates , begins another life It is tacit ritual of a sad tribes You firefly who shine can you tell me where he is? I seek the alchemist , you see yourself from my eyes rimmed on the nothing  wide open they are full of fears and resemble your And here it is your circus , you wait me already not much has changed from a lifetime ago you do not, you are not aged a Peter Pan sick , who deduct his sins in the lives of others clown you always have so many , acrobats tired poised always between dream and reality and as a cat, I also see in the dark and over the waste to me slowly and then die the crises, then anxiety , that imperfect woman I do not stand me  anymore I who have never been a daughter , your promise of another family and this need for love, that torture and kill me While you brush my long hair , from your hands give off crystals bright lights exploding inside as if by magic now I belong to you snakes tattooed lean on your hips  we float in the sea of time how does I exist? always or yesterday I do not remember but only mysteries You adult  man and I young girl abracadabra, as all before I tired and old and you still a child us travelers in a bogus time and while I explore the emptiness I have inside Nothing is sweeter than this torment You prepare the potion , the right proportion , the antidote and poison but you put more passion , My animal instinct and add a little 'of gall for those who have hurt me Mix all right , only you know what to do you seals good my heart , can not serve me evil plots to good , with fumes and vapors , ampoules almost full ,please ... let me drink ... But you can not , and I stay here , prisoner of your invisible world We like vampires , breath broken by sighs , arms forward, off eyes alchemist turn off my complaints You like a zombie , ready to sink your teeth ,that fascinates me and scares alchemist dissolve my torments .. but you can not .. and I stay here I'm looking for the courage to live   It is being born on the day of this city Milano  colored yourself with its activities shorten the shadows , the sun shines and a veil hiding now all his vices and my pace is tired , my face a bit 'more haggard  ,emptiness inside me and where are you? I run always and do not know where I go I look back , I stumble and then I fall Slow walk among the tired souls alive but in a state of apparent death rips in the soul and on my clothes I have no tattoos, scars only and as the salt do  on the wounds I burn at the memory of bad choices Iron bars are closed . echoes of voices  deafen They say about you that you no longer have a tear they say about me that I’m free woman ... Monica Bergo

Piano Solo - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1490922 By Don McLean. By Don McLean. Arranged by Timothy Stapay. Broadway,Film/TV,Folk,Musical/Show,Rock,Singer/Songwriter. Score. 10 pages. Timothy Stapay #1067707. Published by Timothy Stapay (A0.1490922). Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) is a song by Don McLean, written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh.McLean wrote the lyrics in 1971 after reading a book about the life of Van Gogh. It was released on McLean's 1971 American Pie album; the following year, the song topped the UK Singles Chart for two weeks, and peaked at No. 12 in the United States, where it also hit No. 2 on the Easy Listening chart. Billboard ranked it as the No. 94 song for 1972.Lyrics:StarryStarry nightPaint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know theDarkness in my soul.Shadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen land.And now I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them free.They would not listenThey did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now.StarryStarry nightFlaming flo'rs that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet haze reflect inVincent's eyes of China blue.Colors changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist'sLoving hand.And now I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them free.Perhaps they'll listen now.For they could not love youBut still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left in sight on that starryStarry night.You took your lifeAs lovers often do;But I could have told youVincentThis world was neverMeant for oneAs beautiful as you.StarryStarry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless wallsWith eyesThat watch the world and can't forget.Like the stranger that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody roseLie crushed and brokenOn the virgin snow.And now I think I know what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them free.They would not listenThey're notList'ning stillPerhaps they never will.

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.1012717 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 11 pages. Moni Bergo #5743015. Published by Moni Bergo (A0.1012717). Music and song composed by me  The alchemist Flames in the dark sparkle voice whispering echoes They say about you Sell useless dreams they say about me that I’m too much frail You are shutting down the day of this city the lights switch on of different realities and time dilates , begins another life It is tacit ritual of a sad tribes You firefly who shine can you tell me where he is? I seek the alchemist , you see yourself from my eyes rimmed on the nothing  wide open they are full of fears and resemble your And here it is your circus , you wait me already not much has changed from a lifetime ago you do not, you are not aged a Peter Pan sick , who deduct his sins in the lives of others clown you always have so many , acrobats tired poised always between dream and reality and as a cat, I also see in the dark and over the waste to me slowly and then die the crises, then anxiety , that imperfect woman I do not stand me  anymore I who have never been a daughter , your promise of another family and this need for love, that torture and kill me While you brush my long hair , from your hands give off crystals bright lights exploding inside as if by magic now I belong to you snakes tattooed lean on your hips  we float in the sea of time how does I exist? always or yesterday I do not remember but only mysteries You adult  man and I young girl abracadabra, as all before I tired and old and you still a child us travelers in a bogus time and while I explore the emptiness I have inside Nothing is sweeter than this torment You prepare the potion , the right proportion , the antidote and poison but you put more passion , My animal instinct and add a little 'of gall for those who have hurt me Mix all right , only you know what to do you seals good my heart , can not serve me evil plots to good , with fumes and vapors , ampoules almost full ,please ... let me drink ... But you can not , and I stay here , prisoner of your invisible world   It is being born on the day of this city Milano  colored yourself with its activities shorten the shadows , the sun shines and a veil hiding now all his vices and my pace is tired , my face a bit 'more haggard  ,emptiness inside me and where are you? I run always and do not know where I go I look back , I stumble and then I fall Slow walk among the tired souls alive but in a state of apparent death rips in the soul and on my clothes I have no tattoos, scars only and as the salt do  on the wounds I burn at the memory of bad choices Iron bars are closed . echoes of voices  deafen They say about you that you no longer have a tear they say about me that I’m free woman ... Monica Bergo