alan stewart

Through the blue

The temperature rising got the same old feeling
My head on the table my feet on the ceiling
The whispers are saying I've been hung out to dry
The whispers are screaming you're saying goodbye

 

But I know deep down inside
The monkey's been dancing with the Devil’s bride
Stay here babe, lay down by my side
Oh what can we do to make it through the blue?
What can we say to make it through this day?

 

I look to the future got a tear in my eye
I make my alignment to the shapes in the sky
The colours keep changing, Andromeda screams
The big fat controller putting ads in my dreams

 

But I know deep down inside
The monkey's been dancing with the Devil’s bride
Stay here babe, lay down by my side
Oh what can we do to make it through the blue?
What can we say to make it through this day?

A Call From Drake

Just got a call from Drake, said he’s back from town
Did you hear the news? They’re closing the market down
The rain stayed off and the corn is hanging high
Didn’t get the chance to really say goodbye
So let’s climb to the top, of the Green Bell Hill
Walk the riverbed to the Crook & Staff
Let’s climb to the top, watch the yachts out on the swell
Wear that dress, the one you wear so well

 

Heard old Bill saw some sense in the nick of time
Grazing on the ridge never paid him a single dime
The rain stayed off and the corn is hanging high
Didn’t get the chance to really say goodbye
So let’s climb to the top, of the Green Bell Hill
Walk the riverbed to the Crook & Staff
Let’s climb to the top, watch the yachts out on the swell
Wear that dress, the one you wear so well

Take The Coast Road Home

Down the mountain, round the corner
I’ve got my girl beside me
Through the tunnel, past the old man
Devil doing his dance inside me

 

To the Lido on the shore
We’ll meet Lorenzo by the door

 

There’s music on the moon tonight
Hear it dance across the sea
Turning up the radio
Driver, take the coast road home please

 

My redemption, If you please
I’ve got this love inside me
Like a statue, on the mountainside
Standing up to those who count me

 

To the Lido, there’s a band
We’ll meet Lorenzo, he’s the man

 

There’s music on the moon tonight
Hear it dance across the sea
Turning up the radio
Driver, take the coast road home please

Lyric by   C.C. Winning

Niagara Falls

Early in the morning it’s a cold, cold morning
Emma leaves the builders bar
Stamping in the mirrors on the cold, cold ground
Like the tears from a frozen heart
Looking in a window, she studies her face
She sees a face turning inside out
Bites on her lips. and paints on a face
As her breath turns to silver clouds

 

Taste of burbon on a broken glass
Boy so strange and wild
She can’t remember his name
She can’t remember his face
She can’t remember where she left the child

 

Standing in a doorway, it’s a dark, dark doorway
Romeo lights a smoke
Happy as a kid kicking sand in the sea
He’s got the start of a college joke
Up all night he was ready and willing

 

Roll of thunder don’t it make you wonder
The earth moved, the cat grooved
Taste of burbon on a broken glass
Boy so strange and wild
She can’t remember his name
She can’t remember his face
She can’t remember where she left the child

 


She’s crying, crying, crying like Niagara Falls