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1. |
Your Prints Will Come
06:19
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Your Prints Will Come
Welcome to the future - it's the past through purple glass,
Let me be your tutor - I am your guide to all things fast.
Come into my daydream - I am the fantasy you failed.
Let me be your wide-screen - behind seven of your veils
You'll get the picture - you'll see the light...
I am your succour, I am the moonshine of your pain,
I am your fucker (you know) and we're going there again.
Your prints will come - it's in the post, it's all online...
alright for some, and until then, you will be mine… you will be mine.
You'll get the picture - you'll see the light...
Just feel my pain - your prints will come.
For every grain, there's maybe someone… your prints will come.
You'll get the picture - you'll see the light...
You came back into my world through a microscope of stealth -
but you could spy on me and cry on me and try to steal my wealth.
My health and my indifference, my crucible of steel -
the boiling cauldron of your heart, where something needs to heal.
I am your succour, I am the moonshine of your pain,
I am your fucker (you know) and we're going there again
Your prints will come - it's in the post, it's all online...
Alright for some, and 'tl... 'til then... you will be mine… you will be mine.
You'll get the picture… you'll see the light...
Words and music by Steve Swindells © 26.11.11. All rights reserved.
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2. |
The Competition
05:20
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The Competition
In the players' zone, you're not all alone -
because you walk and talk like you are on a mission..
In another time, it could be a crime -
but you are not dead, just way ahead of the competition.
You are the threat, that you can bet -
and the reason that they would down you
is it because some devil found you...
and bound you to some contract?
You're in transition and on a mission to stay ahead of the competition.
No repetition of that old superstition... just stay ahead, just stay ahead, just stay ahead of the competition.
You gotta take a chance, and steal some thunder,
get the world in a place that you can call your own.
It's never to late, to control your fate...
every broken dream becomes a place where you have shown that...
You are the threat, that you can bet -
and the reason that they would down you,
is it because some devil found you...
and bound you to some contract?
You're in transition and on a mission to stay ahead of the competition.
No repetition of that old superstition... just stay ahead, just stay ahead, just stay ahead of the competition.
Words and music by Steve G Swindells (c) 14.4.10.All rights reserved.
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The Last Chance Saloon
05:14
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The Last Chance Saloon
In an urban forest, dead of night, dark shadows ply their trade,
some whispered thoughts, expressions caught in pools of light and shade.
Some bodies may be captured in the freeze-frame of the moon,
whilst others wait for rapture in the last chance saloon.
On a magic carpet, voices low, with eyes of infra-red,
two pagan heroes out to show that ritual is not dead.
They're devil-may-care dancing to a different kind of tune,
then dreaming of romancing in the last chance saloon.
You know you've got to hold on, hold on, hold on to your self-esteem.
Yeah hold on, oooh, hold on, hold on to... hold on to your dream.
(won't you hold on, won't you hold on?), yeah you've got to hold on.
So it's hello freedom, goodbye love, now your spirit can be free.
The darkness made you distant as you danced beneath the trees.
Tonight you dream, supposing that the daylight's coming soon,
but the doors are never closing on the last chance saloon.
You know you've got to hold on, hold on, hold on to your self-esteem.
Yeah you gotta hold on, oooh, hold on, hold on to... hold on to your dream.
Hold on (won't you hold on?), hold on (won't you hold on?),
hold on (won't you hold on?) to your self esteem (won't you hold on?).
Yeah you've got to hold on (won't you hold on?) ooh, hold on (won't you hold on?),
hold on to... hold on to your dream.
You've got to hold on, hold on, yeah.
You know you've gotta hold on (won't you hold on?), hold on (won't you hold on?),
hold on (won't you hold on?) to your self-esteem.
Yeah hold on (won't you hold on?), hold on (won't you hold on?)
hold on (won't you hold on?, hold on to your dream...
Steve G Swindells (c). All rights reserved.
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High & Dry
We've been in and out...you and I.
So many sights and sounds and flowing tides
that have sometimes left us high and dry... high and dry.
The seven wonders... cast cares asunder,
then drift into the darker side of light,
Just you and I... high and dry.
Out of the dark. You and I, out of the dark,
where we can fly away on a magic carpet ride, you and I. High and, high and dry.
Out of the dark and into the night...
Move away from me I like it too much...
Don't look at me like that, I can't handle it... no... uh oh...
High and dry... yeah, yeah, yeah... you and I.
High and dry.
Out of the dark and into the night … hey!
Where we can fly away on a magic carpet ride, you and I.
So many sights and and sounds and flowing tides...
The seven wonders, the seven wonders...
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5. |
Love Has Many Levels
07:09
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Love Has Many Levels
Love has many levels, like the quest for for satisfaction,
when the only thing that matters is a mutual attraction.
Love has many levels, like the pain we cause to others,
then blame it on the hang-ups of our fathers and our mothers.
Love has many levels, from the shallow to the deep,
which make us blind to rules which say to look before you leap.
Love has many levels, from the valleys to the peaks,
the meeting of two minds goes hand-in-hand as bodies speak.
Against the grain we go together, finding out just what we need.
Like creepers twisting 'round a tree, we reach the sky and breathe.
We long for some simplicity, the sweetness and the light,
which fades with every sunset, to the sanctity of night.
Love has many levels, as we leave behind our youth
we find the deepest level when we learn to tell the truth.
Love has many levels, like the voices in a choir,
which chase away the devils, whilst angels sing of heart's desire.
There's love that comes from instinct and there's love that comes from purity.
Sometimes we need to be admired, sometimes we need security.
There's love that come out of the clouds or love that's down to earth.
We test the water, dive right in, and swim for all we're worth.
Love has many levels, love has many levels, from angels down to devils, the ones we know, the ones we don't.
Love has many levels, love has many levels,, from angels down to devils, the ones we know, the ones we don't.
The one's we know, the one's we don't...
Words and music by Steve G Swindells © . All rights reserved.
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6. |
The Wailing Wall
04:00
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The Wailing Wall
People getting paranoid about the enemy within,
tell me it's a big surprise, when two worlds start to spin.
Sleepers, finders keepers, give me a new Jerusalem
beyond the wailing wall.
It's the enemy within which takes your freedom,
it's the enemy within in search of Eden…
The wailing wall...
People getting politics all mixed-up with religion,
sacrificing those they love to hatred and division.
Sleepers, finders keepers, give me a new Jerusalem
beyond the wailing wall.
It's the enemy within which takes your freedom,
it's the enemy within in search of Eden…
The wailing wall, the wailing wall.
The wailing wall, it's a self-fulfilling prophesy for one and all,
the wailing wall.
The wailing wall.
Words and music by Steve Swindells © All Rights Reserved.
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Carried Away
Once I could say that my life was lonely and loveless,
friends I had many, but no one-to-one of the heart.
I gave myself to surviving and having a good time…
saving myself for my one true counterpart.
And now I look at my life as if I were flying,
the future brighter, the clouds all out of site.
And all because I found someone who could show me a new way…
carried away on a magic carpet ride.
I've got a reason to live and I'm no longer afraid,
I've got somebody to give me enough of their love to get carried away.
And I've been waiting so long, it had to happen someday,
I've got a feeling so strong, I know that it can't be wrong
to get carried away… carried away.
There's too much pain in this world to miss such a good thing,
the more we show what we feel, the happier we'll be.
If all this laughter and love could be everlasting,
then I'd be carried beyond my wildest dreams.
I've got a reason to live and I'm no longer afraid,
I've got somebody to give me enough of their love to get carried away.
And I've been waiting so long, it had to happen someday,
I've got a feeling so strong, I know that it can't be wrong
to get carried away… carried away.
Steve G Swindells © Copyright control.
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In Your Eyes
06:47
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In Your Eyes
It started with a photograph, that caught me by surprise.
It seemed as if you spoke to me directly with your eyes.
Your lips were poised to open and touch mine very slowly,
then my dream dissolved to darkness and the feeling was unholy.
The years of cruel awakening, the months of shifting roles,
the weeks of doing everything to find some heart and soul.
I would swim in your river, I could drown in your eyes...
We are taken, we are given, maybe driven to disguise.
In your eyes - we'd never say goodbye, in your eyes, your eyes,
we'd never say goodbye, say goodbye.
To much hate in heartbreak city, it was not a pretty sight.
So many broken children getting caught-up in the spotlight.
Those crowds of clowns just left me cold and I longed for somewhere real -
where love could conquer loneliness and all the hurt would heal.
The years of cruel awakening, the months of shifting roles,
the weeks of doing everything to find some heart and soul.
I would swim in your river, I could drown in your eyes...
We are taken, we are driven, maybe given to surprise.
In your eyes - we'd never say goodbye, in your eyes, your eyes,
we'd never say goodbye, we'd never say goodbye.
Words and music © Steve Swindells.
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9. |
Spinnin' Around
06:12
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Spinnin' Around
You talk about respect and the cause and the effect, but all you ever get are excuses. When you face it up direct, then you know what to expect,
every fool is just a tool and has his uses.
You talk about a dream, when you know you wanna scream, like a fruit, they're all squeezing your juices. When the fat-cats get the cream and you're left with what it seems is just a tiny part that your roundabout produces.
Say what you you will, you can lie when you fly until your crimes come back to haunt you and taunt you, like a karmic roundabout, I wanna know what it all it's all about - spinnin' around.
Spin to the beats go round and round, get on your feet, get off the ground…
Say what you you will, you can lie when you fly until your crimes come back to haunt you and taunt you, like a karmic roundabout, I wanna know what it all it's all about - spinnin' around.
Spin to the beats go round and round, get on your feet, get off the ground…
You talk about respect and the cause and the effect, but all you ever get are excuses. When you face it up direct, then you know what to expect,
every fool is just a tool and has its uses.
Say what you will.
Spin to the beats go round and round, get on your feet, get off the ground…
Spinnin', spinning', spinning' around….
Words and music © Steve Swindells
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My Pocket Guru
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My Pocket Guru
We are not dead...
They control our souls with moving windows...
and the cut and trust of their economy of truth.
Hot and cold and day and night
Young and old and out of sight...
All the world's believing in the industry of youth.
Do I really love who I think I do?
My pocket guru.
Can we really tell what we know is true?
My pocket guru.
Put it in the socket.
All the Catholic converters leaving giant carbon footprints,
they have a wide taste in music for abusing, it's been said.
All the fun-da-mental fascists who would die to bag some virgins
and the captains of our fantasy who want to get inside our heads.
We are not dead - we are not retrograde.
This is the future and it's coming and it's us and it's them and you...
My pocket guru.
We are not dead - my pocket guru.
Do I really love who I think I do?
My pocket guru. Put in the socket.
Can we really tell what we know is true?
My pocket guru. Put in the socket.
Steve G Swindells And Lady Sovereign (c) 9.1.08
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B4 It's Begun
05:53
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B4 It's Begun
I've got a reason to believe that you're trying to deceive me,
don't ask me why - I don't reveal my sources.
It's all a lie… is this thing over B4 it's begun? You tell me why….
It's all a lie… is this thing over B4 it's begun? You tell me why….
Whatever you think, you're not home and dry, I'm feeling many forces,
and someone's being fly and testing my resources.
It's all a lie… is this thing over B4 it's begun? Yeah you tell me why….
It's all a lie… is this thing over B4 it's begun? You tell me why….
Is this thing over B4 it's begun? You tell me why….
Imagine being trapped in paradise.
With no escape or recourse.
Just broken baby butterflies.
Apocalyptic horses, apocalyptic horses.
Is this thing over B4 it's begun?
You tell me why… is this thing over B4 it's begun? and your reason for being so fly.
Apocalyptic horses…
Words and music by © Steve Swindells
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Your Voice
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Your Voice
Hey - if you wonder...
If you wonder why it's so hard to simply to survive,
there's a theory in a nutshell that you might just analyse.
It's a truthful supposition that's both depressing and deprived -
that warlords and gangsters and mafias rule our lives.
Where the loves lies...
Warlords and gangsters and mafias rule our lives.
You get corrupted and disrupted when you trusted in the truth,
with the innocence of artistry and the spirit of some youth.
It got lost in others' nonsense and incompetence and greed,
towards some higher ground that disappeared in clouds of seedy decadence.
Warlords and gangsters and mafias rule our lives.
You made your choice - now use your voice.
You made your choice, now use your voice.
Decision for the bland is ruled by all the criminals
from their yachts in Soto Grande.
You've got the ormolu, the residue, the 'chavpain chaviar',
the rags and hags, the fags and drags, the cars and bars and scars…
All those disciples who might hang on every word,
working trifles and tittle-tattles - all the rumours that they heard.
You made your choice - now use your voice.
You made your choice - now use your voice.
Your voice, your voice.
Rule your lives? Well, you decide under nasty twisted psychos
who will take you for a ride - rule your lives…
You made your choice, you're a flower to be cut-and-dried
or a truly powerful voice.
Your voice, your voice.
Words and music by Steve G Swindells © All rights reserved.
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Sad In Your Shadow
04:54
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Sad In Your Shadow
Walk away from the one you love, you say it's too intense,
caught-up by the spider, who's spinning wider and wider,
keep on dancing and smiling, dancing and smiling;
pretend there's nothing wrong. Pretend there's nothing wrong. Pretend there's nothing wrong.
Sad in your shadow.
Walk away from one you hurt and flirt with all his friends,
keep sending out the feelers to the fools and double-dealers, keep on dancing and smiling, dancing and smiling; pretend there's nothing wrong. Pretend there's nothing wrong. Pretend there's nothing wrong.
Sad in your shadow. Leaving me sad in your shadow, then you just walk away, nothin' to say, treat me so bad, leaving me sad... leaving me.
Sad in your shadow.
Steve Swindells (c) All Rights Reserved.
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A Place Of Angels
06:33
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A Place Of Angels
On the first time, I was taken aback, on the second, still amazed.
And the third time showed me what I lacked, I was locked-in with some crazies.
Before, I'd knocked so many doors which led to other peoples' wars…
then four turned into five alive, and six was so much more.
The concepts which we comprehend, when mathematics become friends,
the random grains we entertain, with seeds of thought like growing pains.
So think again… don't be constrained.
there is nothing in this world that can't be changed.
We are strangers on a voyage through the night…
and the destination is… a place of angels... a place of angels.
From strange eleven into twelve, I found some heaven, lived through hell,
some thirteen teachers rang my bell and and the fourteenth knew me well.
The fifteens were like gods of war, the sixteen saw the light…
then growing through the twenties, we were the children of the night.
The concepts which we comprehend, when mathematics become friends,
The random grains we entertain, with seeds of thought like growing pains.
So think again… don't be constrained.
there is nothing in this world that can't be changed.
We are strangers on a voyage through the night…
and the destination is… a place of angels.
You want it? You got it. You found yourself some feeling. You know it, you show it, you found yourself some healing...
Steve Swindells © All rights reserved.
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By Yourself
06:28
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By Yourself
Are you healthy and wealthy and wise? I'd love to see it in your eyes…
these days - you've gotta do it by yourself.
Mostly fortunes never arrive, when was poetry a passport to wealth?
These days, if you wanna survive, you've got to do it by stealth.
Nothing ever stops your your dreams staying alive, apart from your health,
These days, if you wanna survive, you've gotta do it by yourself.
You have no choice but to do it by yourself, dressed in black, like everyone else.
Like someone cold on a marble shelf, your spirit voice says 'do it by yourself'.
Listen to your voice, and no-one else's, you have no choice, but to do it by yourself.
Listen to your voice, and no-one else's, you have no choice, but to do it by yourself.
Mostly fortunes never arrive, when was poetry a passport to wealth?
These days, if you wanna survive, you've got to do it by stealth.
Nothing ever stops your dreams staying alive, apart from your health,
These days, if you wanna survive, you've gotta do it by yourself.
Listen to your voice, and no-one else's, you have no choice, but to do it by yourself.
Listen to your voice, and no-one else's, you have no choice, but to do it by yourself.
Steve G Swindells © All rights reserved.
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Small Change
Last night, as I was dreaming, I heard some special words,
they were spoken by an angel and prompted me to wake.
So I put them down on paper, the wisdom that I heard: he said
'We have to look beyond our own world for the changes we can make.'
Small change from people giving, bringing hope to young and old.
When rain turns into rivers and the sand turns into gold.
Small Change
Like three coins in a fountain, we make our wishes and throw,
then they grow into a waterfall - which thunders as it flows.
And now when we lie sleeping we are smiling in the dark.
Guided by that golden flame which grew from so many sparks.
Small change in every pocket, every bag and every bowl.
When pain becomes a rocket fuelled by people's hearts and souls.
Small change from people giving, bringing hope to young and old.
When rain turns into rivers and the sand turns into gold.
The earth delivers elements like ancient alchemy.
Great golden light is shining out to set the people free.
Small change in every pocket, every bag and every bowl.
When pain becomes a rocket fuelled by people's hearts and souls.
Small change from people giving, bringing hope to young and old.
When rain turns into rivers and the sand turns into gold.
Words and music by Steve G Swindells © All rights reserved. 20.8.12
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18. |
Anxiety (SS remix 2018).
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Anxiety
Set me free - it's time to say goodbye.
Anxiety is a friend to me, it helps me keep on fighting
to find a place where I can be free… of anxiety
to do my thing, yeah I can feel the love.
And now I'm singing… every lock must have its key.
I'll tell you something
You can beat the dread.
if you let the spirit lead you
from (both) your heart and from your head.
Anxiety, let's wave goodbye, you were sent to test my strength,
for every low there is always a high.
Anxiety, I have to leave, I don't need to be brought down.
With every laugh and every sigh, it's time to say goodbye… to anxiety.
Set me free - it's time to say goodbye.
Words and music © Steve Swindells 21.9.12
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Steve Swindells Bath, UK
For my bio see (and 'like' me please): www.facebook.com/SteveSwindellsMusic
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