alan stewart

Sicilian Moon 

I'm tugging roll ups, and bitter coffee
A smoky fume on the breeze
And the sweet Mocking Bird
Squeals to be heard
Through the rustle in the trees
And a fool wouldn’t question
All the crazy times he’s had
And a low gets down, in this Godforsaken town
When the bad moon gets mad
Sicilian Moon


Sticky evening crawling cock-roach
Hear a whistle on the breeze
See the eyes of a dream
Witness every scene
Waiting tables in the street
And a fool wouldn’t question
All the crazy times he’s had
And a low gets down, in this God-forsaken town
When the bad moon gets mad
Sicilian Moon


See some fast stuff in a black Mercedes
There putting something on his head
See the baggage exchange
As the waxing starts to wane
Now the Mocking bird is heard
And a fool wouldn’t question
All the crazy times he’s had
And a low gets down, in this God-forsaken town
When the bad moon gets mad
Sicilian Moon

Anytime Anywhere 

Take the pleasure, and the pain
Put them in a box, you can have them again
Anytime, anywhere
I feel the curve of your cheekbone
Smell the summer in your hair 


Walk the coast road, to the shore
Can’t remember, if we closed the door
Anytime, anywhere
I feel the curve of your cheekbone
Smell the summer in your hair


Feel a little lonely, a little let down
You fear the thunder, until you feel the sound


Many, many years ago
We met up in a lost and found, we never came back down


In the morning we’ll be gone
But that’s ok, we opened up the box
Anytime, anywhere
I feel the curve of your cheekbone
Smell the summer in your hair 


Feel a little lonely, a little let down
You fear the thunder, until you feel the sound 


In the morning, we’ll be gone
But that’s ok, we opened up the box
Anytime, anywhere
Feel the curve of your cheekbone
The summer in your hair 


Feel a little lonely, a little let down
You fear the thunder, until you feel the sound


Many, many years ago
We met up in a lost and found, we’ll never come back down

The Girl at the End of the World                                           

The girl at the end of the World
Likes to talk for a while
She thinks the question might be
Are you just what you see?


She hands me a mirror
Her blood is smeared on the glass
Can you see what has been
Can you see what will come to pass?


Her face was a shadow
Her kiss was a curse
Her eyes burned the leaves off the trees
Sensation it seems as the dumb man screams
Moments in pictures, queuing for dreams


Touch me, don’t touch me she says
You know I sold how you feel
Your psyche’s working for me
And your thoughts were a steal


She floats through the mirror
The last scene collapses in style
But don’t forget what she said
You’re alive but you’re dead


Her face was a shadow
Her kiss was a curse
Her eyes burned the leaves off the trees
Sensation it seems as the dumb man screams
Moments in pictures, queuing for dreams


The girl at the end of the world
Likes to talk for a while

Ride The Tide 

The shoreline’s whispering, and the dark sea moans
It’s just me and a westerly breeze and the man on the moon
And some big fat chickens coming roosting home
Ride the tide, ride the tide
Going to take a big wave now, to get me satisfied


You call me from a pay phone, say you need some space
It’s just me with the news and the blues and a couple of screws
I was hoping you’d get me out of that place.
Ride the tide, ride the tide
Going to take a big wave now, to get me satisfied


Can’t get myself moving, things getting me down
But there’s no reason, that’s what I’ve found
Can’t get myself started, people laying me low
But you’re the exception, I think you now 


Found your scented letters, take me back to Balmacara, Wester Ross
True it was you, who, made the best of what we had, I feel your loss
Ride the tide, ride the tide
Going to take a big wave now, to get me satisfied


Can’t get myself moving, things getting me down
But there’s no reason, that’s what I’ve found
Can’t get myself started, people laying me low
But you’re the exception, I think you now