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Oh My God
05:12
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Oh my god.. I have realised,
I’ve been waiting for this moment to arrive.
Oh my god, I am not paralysed,
but I’m wondering how I ever survived... without you, oh my god,
I could never find the feeling,
every number would be odd... oh my god.
Without you I am nearly so alive,
but I know I’ve got to look before I leap.
Oh my god, I would drink then somehow drive,
without testing the water and the company I keep.
Without you, oh my god,
I could never find the feeling,
every number would be odd.
Oh my god, I am falling into even,
could you tell me you’re believing, would you tell me before leaving?
Oh my god - what it is going on - something good and something strong? I really hope so...I really hope so.
Oh my god, I have realised,
I’ve been waiting for this moment to arrive.
Oh my god, I am not paralysed,
but I’m wondering how I ever survived...
Without you, oh my god,
I could never find the feeling,
every number would be odd.
Oh my god, I am falling into even,
could you tell me you’re believing, would you tell me before leaving?
Oh my god...
Words and music © Steve Swindells, all rights reserved.
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2. |
Angel
05:34
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Angel... angel...
Are you calling, are you falling?
Angel, angel…
Lost in another lifetime
you once held all the cards,
hungry for power and pleasure,
I wonder just how hard?
You were tempting, you were teasing,
devil dancing with the stars - who never knew you.
Then their faces flew away.
You were waking... and faking every day.
Angel, you fell out of the sky
Are you too dark to be saved?
Angel, you spun your web of lies.
Are you coming out to play with me?
So are you, angel? Way hey.
Where did you find your saviours -
in crowded, backstage bars?
Praying for bad behaviour
in the back seats of their cars?
Then their faces flew away (way hey).
You were waking... and faking every day.
Angel, you fell out of the sky,
are you too dark to be saved?
Yeah Angel, you spun your web of lies.
Are you coming out to play with me?
Angel, you fell out of the sky… the sky, way hey (way hey)
What's it all about, are your wings all worn out?
Angel, will you ever learn to fly again?
Wake without warning
then make it through the day,
to wild, enchanted evenings
where spirit knows that laughter pays.
Angel, you fell out of the sky. Angel.
You were waking and faking every day, way hey(way hey), hey angel.
You were tempting, you were teasing, you were cheatin' - angel. Way hey (way hey). You never can say die. Die (way hey). Yeah angel...
Take me to the mourning, take me to the mourning, take me to the mourning, take me...
Words and music by Blissett/Moss/Richards/
Swindells © All Rights Reserved..
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3. |
My Secret Buddha
04:22
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Going down through the garden
to go barefoot in the sand
I'll walk and think,
not talk and drink,
run water through my hands.
Going down through the garden
where the star curtain glows.
I'll walk and think,
not talk and drink...
my secret Buddha knows
what I'm going through,
where I am going to,
what I'm gonna do,
will it be with you?
My secret... my secret Buddha. We're gonna do each other good, my secret Buddha.
Going back to a future
where the past is understood.
We'll talk and drink,
then walk and think
and do each other good.
Going back to the present,
pulling thorns out of a rose.
We'll talk and drink,
then walk and think,
my secret Buddha knows
what I'm going through,
where I am going to,
what I'm gonna do,
will it be with you?
My secret... my secret Buddha. We're gonna do each other good, my secret, secret buddha.
Words & Music: Steve Swindells) (c) All Rights Reserved.
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4. |
You're Strange
04:21
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You're no ordinary person
you live in the shadows
and look from the outside
at drama and suicide
You're strange - but don't change,
you're strange - but don't change.
You're no ordinary person
you like deep situations
with the method of madness
you talk to the other side.
You're strange - but don't change
You're strange - but don't change
You're no ordinary person
you see visions of the future
but the past is your diversion,
has the hurt ever really died?
You're strange - but don't change,
you're strange - but don't change
Ordinary person, extraordinary person
you take me on excursions through your mind
Ordinary person, extraordinary person,
you take away the curse that love is blind.
You're strange - but don't change,
you're strange - but don't change.
Words and music © Steve Swindells
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5. |
Watching The Lights
04:31
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When you learnt to dance,
you made a move on maybe, baby.
You wind me up and and leave to chance
the thought that we were victims - victims of circumstance.
You went from the stranger to endangered at the wheel -
and I'm stuck like a back seat driver
in a fast car with my fingers burnt,
watching the lights - deep into the night.
Tell me what you want and something that you freed,
you know you won't forget it.
You come out of the shadows and shine until morning - then go
for days and nights - It'll be alright, I'll be watching the lights.
You just bring me your fire
and I must pour on water.
Not volcano and waterfall - we never said we had it all,
'cos we fight it... but I won't give up on you.
I need to hold you closer, I want some time to kill,
gonna keep you up all night until the sunrise burns our eyes.
Watching the lights... deep into the night, watching the lights.
Tell me what you want and something that you freed,
you know you won't forget it.
You come out of the shadows and shine until morning - then go
for days and nights - It'll be alright, I'll be watching the lights.
Words and music by Steve Swindells © All Rights Reserved.
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6. |
Men Don't Cry
04:00
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When you hold your cards close to your chest
you're at best a bag of nerves.
Then you take a shot at those who care,
with the anger you reserve.
If you're critical of everything
then you need to look at you.
It's a sure-fire way to feel alone
if you don't give up the blues.
Men don't cry, they just fly away,
to a lonely place that's cold and hard and dry
Men don't cry, they just rue the day,
then carry on just staring at the sky.
Bye and bye - it's just water from the soul,
you can look into the fire and feel you're gifted.
When you cry - you are climbing from a hole,
you're releasing all the hurt and then you're lifted...
Men don't cry. No. Men don't cry.
You have something in you, buried deep:
it's the need to show affection.
So you act like you don't need to show
what you feel about connections.
There is someone out there with a plan,
there is something that you need.
The child is father to the man,
but the sun will never bleed.
Men don't cry, they just fly away,
to a lonely place that's cold and hard and dry
Men don't cry, they just rue the day,
then carry on just staring at the sky.
Bye and bye.
Words and music © Steve Swindells.
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7. |
Amsterdam
04:07
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You're asking what is going on, with all this heartache, loss and pain -
(is it) punishment for deadly sins and all the hurt you caused again?
And what about the darker forces, different courses you could blame?
They live in higher places but their faces have no name.
Amsterdam... just wave your hand,
shine a light across the land.
Amsterdam... it was not planned
just something you now understand was possible and real
and something you still feel. Amsterdam...
You're asking what became of faith, those giant steps that you fell down,
when tears became a waterfall that washed you until you were drowned.
And where are all the phoney healers, cheats and dealers you could blame?
They live in higher places but their faces have no name.
Amsterdam... just wave your hand,
shine a light across the land.
Amsterdam... it was not planned
just something you now understand was possible and real
and something you still feel. Amsterdam...
Words and music by © Steve Swindells.
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8. |
I Don't Mind
04:33
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I'm writing 'bout reality, it's something to be read
just by you... I need you to.
We've gone beyond the fantasy, it's something to be said
just by me, for you to see.
All the things we thought we knew are like papers in the wind,
taken to another space and time.
I know you've got a lot of hopes for me and you, we hit the ropes,
then tried to run on blind.
I wanted to be strong and free but something stopped me being me,
just knowing you were mine.
It aint easy... but I don't mind.
I watched the news and thought of you, then tried to keep my head
free of you, hard thing to do.
I found myself in different arms, just feathering my bed,
torn in two and missing you.
All the things we thought we knew are like papers in the wind,
taken to another space and time.
I know you've got a lot of hopes for me and you, we hit the ropes,
then tried to run on blind.
I wanted to be strong and free, but something stopped me being me,
just knowing you were mine.
It aint easy... but I don't mind.
Words and music © Steve Swindells.
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9. |
It's All About Oil
05:54
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Demolition derby going on in my back yard.
Eight to five, it beats my brain, when life is getting so hard.
Home was once a haven, but now I see the ravens
flying through the dusty sky, to drop their calling cards.
It’s all about oil, we are not vegetable,
we’re talking mineral, when blood begins to boil.
It’s animal, it’s all about oil.
It’s criminal, so who are you loyal to? Hey you!
Push, push in the bush. I said push, push in the bush.
Repetition hardly took the wind from your sails,
day and night, you’re out of sight - your program never fails.
Sending you a lifeline - pouring through your pipeline.
Wonder if this phoney war might lead to peace of mind?
It’s all about oil, we are not vegetable,
we’re talking mineral, when blood begins to boil.
It’s animal, it’s all about oil.
It’s criminal, so who are you loyal to? Hey you!
Push, push in the Bush. Push, push in the Bush.
Hey you - who are you talking to?
Practising your diplomacy with your own brand of hypocrisy.
You’re fighting the hostility of someone’s minor deity,
one man’s meat is poison - who owns your country’s soil?
Hey you! It’s all about oil.
Push, push in the bush. I Said push, push in the bush.
It’s all about oil...
Words and music © Steve Swindells
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10. |
It Doesn't work
06:15
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You spent so many years fighting your belief that you did not need me.
Did you hold back any tears knowing my relief that you could not bleed me any more?
Is it too late to take the darkness from your soul, even though you had the spirit, you just wanted to control?
It doesn't work like that, you're a slave to your past, it doesn't work like that, you've got to give it up and fast - it doesn't work, no, it doesn't work like that. It doesn't work, no it doesn't work.
I spent so many years trying to be real but you always hurt me. Yes you did.
Was this suffering for love something you can't feel, so you just desert me?
Is it too late to take the darkness from your soul, even though you had the spirit, you just wanted to control?
It doesn't work like that, you're a slave to your past, it doesn't work like that, you've got to give it up and fast - it doesn't work, no, it doesn't work like that. It doesn't work, no it doesn't work.
Words and music © Steve Swindells.
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11. |
Me, me, me
04:40
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I've been surfing with a body
on a wave of dynamite.
You're sending me a signal
that everything's alright.
We know that we were crazy,
just something we went through.
Together we are stronger
than the strangers we once knew.
Me, me, me and you, you, you,
we're worlds apart and close-up too.
Me, me, me and you, you, you,
we lost the dream, then it came... true.
I was thinking of you dancing,
then I pictured you alone.
A room with just a lightbulb
and a silent mobile phone.
You spoke to me from nowhere
the birthday of your blues.
I knew that we were born again
with nothing left to lose.
Me, me, me and you, you, you,
we're worlds apart and close-up too.
Me, me, me and you, you, you,
we lost the dream then it came... true.
It's something that we've overcome, no longer lost and cold and numb.
And now we are the chosen ones in everything we do.
Me, me, me and you, you, you,
we're worlds apart and close-up too.
Me, me, me and you, you, you,
we lost the dream then it came... true.
Words and music © Steve Swindells
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12. |
More Noise
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Went down to the Village with a pocketful of small change,
checked out all the prisoners, the poets and the deranged.
walked into a bar and found a smiley conversation,
talked about unwritten rules of ghetto situations.
Wonder why some people wanna make you what they want,
when all we ever needed was a green light, not 'you can't'.
I drank some more, then wandered off, when everyone went home,
appreciated walking through the lonely streets alone.
More noise for boys, you're dying to go yah yah,
something' tells me three to go, and four to show me wah wah.
More noise for boys, for boys, more noise,
you're dying, you're dying to go yah yah.
Found myself a nightbus and a sleazy magazine,
wondered if the guy behind might see it, then turn mean.
Leaned into my headspace with a bag of stolen dreams,
got back to my own place with some sense of self-esteem.
Turned the lights down low and burned a CD of my thoughts
into those pictures of my playground, some were hot and some were not.
Somewhere there was pleasure, and maybe something more,
a hint of darker secrets, all that's fair in love and war.
More noise for boys, you're dying to go yah yah,
something' tells me three to go, and four to show me mwah mwah.
More noise for boys, for boys, more noise,
you're dying, you're dying to go yah yah.
I try to sleep, then toss and turn the facts into pulp fiction,
to places where the case is for mad love and addiction.
Don't wanna wake, don't wanna make the same mistakes again,
the past is just a time machine, the future is your friend.
More noise for boys, you're dying to go yah yah,
something' tells me three to go, and four to show me blah blah.
More noise for boys, for boys, more noise,
you're dying, you're dying to go yah yah.
Words and music @ Steve Swindells
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13. |
Dark Star
04:05
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I don't know where you are,
you keep me waiting -
sending signals from afar.
Dark star.
And the doors are left ajar, but something fated -
makes you hard to reach as Mars... Dark star.
Dark star - so many hidden mysteries,
Dark star - so tell me what is your history?
Dark star.
We have been through something heavenly, we have been through something deep, dark star, dark.
We have felt the closest passion, but was it ever ours to keep?
Dark star, dark, dark star.
Dark star - so many hidden mysteries,
Dark star - so tell me what is your history?
Dark, dark, dark,, dark star.
All your hidden dreams, all your pain and suffering, everything you seemed to be.
You're my saviour, you're my curse - is there anything worse than denial? No, no...
I'm still waiting for you to open up your thoughts - is there anything, anything, anything I ought to know?
Dark... dark... dark star.
Words & Music by Steve G Swindells (c)
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14. |
I Don't Believe
04:28
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You found just what you needed and it was not me, I don't why you came back.
You take me for a ride to ease the hurt inside, but there's someone that you lack.
I've been thinkin' how it seems, lost in a field of dreams,
what lonely road led you astray?
Could you lead me into heaven, would you need me like you say?
Could you lead me into heaven, would you need me like you say?
Why should you stay?
Why should you stay?
I don't believe you know the way.
You found that magic feeling with someone else, then you tried to cause them pain.
You losin' everything and I can only sing of the feelings that remain.
I've been thinkin' how it seems, lost in a field of dreams,
what lonely road led you astray?
Could you lead me into heaven, would you need me like you say?
Could you lead me into heaven, would you need me like you say?
Could you lead me into heaven, would you need me like you say?
Why should you stay?
I don't believe you know the way.
Words and music by Steve Swindells © All Rights Reserved.
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15. |
Now Voyager
06:01
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When the fickle finger beckons you don’t seem to have a choice,
then you’re taken in a second by a different kind of voice...
It says listen to the wisdom, listen to the angels,
listen to the spirit of the age.
Returning from a black hole - now the world has spun its web, it’s a fly on the wall documentary.
Returning from a black hole - all the memories turn to dust and they’re dancing in the dark for your re-entry.
Now Voyager... now voyager, the universe is in your soul.
Now Voyager... now voyager, returning from a black hole.
Don’t you lose control. Now Voyager. Don’t you lose control. Now Voyager.
There are theories about chaos, there are theories about hate,
but the thoughts that really matter are the ones that come too late.
Listen to the wisdom, listen to the angels,
listen to the spirit of the age.
Returning from a black hole - now the world has spun its web, it’s a fly on the wall documentary.
Returning from a black hole - all the memories turn to dust and they’re dancing in the dark for your re-entry.
Now Voyager... now voyager, the universe is in your soul.
Now Voyager... now voyager, returning from a black hole.
Don’t you lose control. Now Voyager. Now Voyager. Now Voyager. Don’t you lose control. Now Voyager.
Listen to the wisdom, listen to the angels,
listen to the spirit of the age.
Now voyager. Now now now, now Voyager.
Don't you lose control... now voyager.
Words and music © Steve Swindells
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Thinking about leaving you, you know it's on the cards.
Wonder if you'd really mind if I caught you off your guard?
It seems that you don't like me. Acting mean to keep me keen?
But how much do you like yourself, could you wipe the memory clean?
I'm killing you with kindness, to see if you'll come through.
Killing you with kindness, but I don't know what to do.
What to do... about you...woh... what to do?
What to do... about you.. who... what to do, what to do... about you?
We'll have to talk about it, I can't just drift away.
If you were seeing someone else, I'd say goodbye, that's OK.
'Cos then I'd be let off the hook that I'd hung myself upon,
the easy way out of a book that I've read for much too long.
I'm killing you with kindness, to see if you'll come through.
Killing you with kindness, but I don't know what to do.
What to do... about you...woh... what to do?
What to do... about you... who... what to do, what to do...about you?
Words and music © Steve Swindells
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The mysterious stranger or the gullable fool? In the school of broken heartbeats, from Brazil to Puerto Rico and Paris in the spring; the things that bring us happiness, the singers in the winds of change - jazz-dancing slowly in the lamplight: any place where there's lowlife.
Barcelona...Soho... on your own in Mexico: black coffee... always the ballad of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe... cafe.
Where the dark beauty holds the key to bitter-sweet reflections and the fantasies of scenes that might have been, if times had changed. The stranger remains in a pool of light, swimming into mysterious caves to save his love from drowning.
Black, always black, always the ballad, black coffee, black, always the ballad, black, always black, always the ballad of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Words and music © Brainerd/Swindells
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18. |
Prisoners
04:20
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Let the prisoners sing, bring some joy into their lives.
They’re all hoping for something, but still fighting to survive.
Let the prisoners sing, find a way out of the hurt,
Let good spirit do its thing, no more digging all that dirt.
No more, you know the score,
let the prisoners sing, joy and pain and everything.
Let the prisoners sing, let them, let them sing.
Let the prisoners sing, learn to love each other more,
it’s no crime to be bonding, corresponding to the core.
Let the prisoners sing, show the world they’re not afraid,
to believe there’s a real thing, beyond hate - and getting laid.
No more, you know the score,
Let the prisoners sing, joy and pain and everything.
Let the prisoners sing, let them, let them sing.
Let them sing.
Let the prisoners sing.
Let them sing.
Words and music © Steve Swindells.
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19. |
Walking On Water
04:30
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Where did you lead me, why did you take me to this place?
How could you leave me, was it something in my face?
How could you bleed me, where did you go without a trace?
Do you still need me? Take me right on back to bass.
Walking on water, how do you chase the waves away?
Waiting is torture, you never know when you will go right back to…
Walking on water, how do you chase the waves away?
Waiting is torture, you never know when you will go right back to…
Walking on water, you never know when you will right back to bass.
Can you still reach me, are you so sure you’ll find a way?
What will you teach me, when there’s nothing left to say?
Are you beside me, have you been dancing in the waves?
Jump on and ride me - and I’ll take you back to bass.
Walking on water, how do you chase the waves away?
Waiting is torture, you never know when you will go right back to…
Walking on water, how do you chase the waves away?
Waiting is torture, you never know when you will go right back to…
Walking on water, you never know when you will go right back to…
Walking on water, you never know when you will right back to bass.
I’ll be waiting right down by the shore, I’ll be reaching out to you.
If you gave in, you would be here too - and we might just win the race…
right back to bass. Right back to bass.
Bass.
Words and music by Meade/Swindells ©.
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20. |
Alien
05:36
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I sacrificed an alien in the shrine of my computer,
my temple was your body, acting out the Kama Sutra.
We made it bacchanalian and lit a magic spark,
but even when I saw the light, you left me in the dark.
Since I set you free, you're an alien to me.
You wiped out all my memory, you're an alien to me.
UFO, I FO, everybody FO FO.
UFO, I FO, everybody FO FO.
You activated pheromones, released the seratonin,
as I listened to your darker voice and thought about disowning you.
But something in you held me close, as if you'd hypnotized me -
You wanted me to be a ghost of my former self, unwisely...
Since I set you free, you're an alien to me.
You wiped out all my memory, you're an alien to me.
UFO, I FO, everybody FO FO.
UFO, I FO, everybody FO FO.
I sacrificed an alien, did I sacrifice an alien?
I sacrificed an alien, did I sacrifice an alien?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Words and music by Steve Swindells (c) All Rights Reserved.
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21. |
Fifteen Seconds
06:46
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You're watching your TV thinkin': 'That should have been me.'
Devouring every tabloid since they told you were android.
Then ringing radio stations seeking fame and denegration,
you're a star at karaoke but you never do the Hokey Kokey.
Drop, drop, drop dropping,
It's the game of the name and the name of the game.
Drop, drop, drop, drop dropping,
It's the name of the game and the game of the name.
Seconds.... it's fifteen seconds now.
Whatever Warhol said, you are better off instead,
in fifteen seconds. Just kill 'em dead, in fifteen seconds. Just kill 'em dead.
You're taking to the highroad in a 4-wheel-drive-by limo;
a demon on the road to ruin, never winding down your windows.
Changing rooms and faces in a movie made on credit,
always so dependable, you know they just won't geddit.
Drop, drop, drop dropping,
it's the game of the name and the name of the game.
Drop, drop, drop dropping,
it's the name of the game and the game of the name.
Seconds.... it's fifteen seconds now,
whatever Warhol said, you are better off instead in fifteen seconds.
Just kill 'em dead, in fifteen seconds. Just kill 'em dead.
You spin out your relations to the public while you're shining.
It's really not your baggage, someone else's you're refining.
With a global short attention span, you sound your bite then you're the man, with a fifteen second burning fuse, you use and reap, then burn and lose.
In fifteen seconds.
Words by Steve Swindells. Music by Blissett/Moss/Richards/Swindells. ©
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22. |
I Feel No Pain
03:11
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You lived up to expectations when you walked out of my life,
I accept your resignation, it won’t cut me like a knife.
All that hatred that you harbour may not be pointed at me,
but as your attitude got harder, I just had to set you free.
I feel no pain.
You cannot hurt me.
I am invisible,
dancing naked in the rain.
I feel no pain.
You cannot touch me.
You’re in the wilderness,
I am a warrior again -
I feel no pain.
How could love be so oppressive when I gave you everything?
You would never be expressive, mostly cold and questioning.
The flesh was always willing but the spirit somehow died.
Tell me what did all the killing - all your anger and your pride?
I feel no pain.
You cannot hurt me.
I am invisible,
dancing naked in the rain.
I feel no pain.
You cannot touch me.
You’re in the wilderness,
I am a warrior again -
I feel no pain.
Words and Music © Steve Swindells
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by Astral Magic feat. Bridget Wishart
supported by 4 fans who also own “DanMingo”
Another excellent space rock album by Astral Magic; the title track is a stunner.
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