Steven T

Rock

this song is best known for the 1984 film THE KARATE KID

Young Hearts - Commuter (cover)

Camouflage (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image & music by Song AI

Camouflage (Steven T)

It was, it was, it was, camouflage
It was, it was, it was, camouflage

It’s everywhere around all of the time
It makes everything so much harder to find
And fools me into thinking that I’m blind
And now I can’t get it off of my mind

Because
It was, it was, it was, camouflage
It was, it was, it was, camouflage

I’m looking up now down at your face
Should be a lip there, I can’t find a trace
Your chin is under hair, it looks out of place
Originality is your thing to erase

You know that
It was, it was, it was, camouflage
It was, it was, it was, camouflage

I signed me a contract, and I read the fine print
Let my fingers go walking, and my eyes did the squint
Had to contact a lawyer, lots of money I spent
Just to interpret the words, couldn’t tell what they meant

Because
It was, it was, it was, camouflage
It was, it was, it was, camouflage



Camouflage (Steven T)

Two Tight Shoes (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

Two Tight Shoes (Steven T)

I got two tight shoes
They give me the blues
I got two tight shoes
They give me the blues

It’s just bad news
It’s just bad news
It’s just bad news
It’s just bad news

I got two tight shoes
I got too tight shoes
I got two, I, I, I, I, I got the blues
I got the blues

My two tight shoes
My too tight shoes
I let it loose
I let if loose

I let it loose
I let if loose
I let it loose
Now I don’t got no
Don’t got no
Don’t got no

Two tight shoes
Too tight shoes
Two tight shoes
Too tight shoes

Two Tight Shoes (Steven T)

First Floor Life (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

First Floor Life (Steven T)

First floor life, you know it can be just fine
First floor life, you know it don’t take much time
To get right to your door, you don’t have to climb
Can’t wait to get home, to that dive I call mine

First floor life
First floor life
I’ve got a first floor life

Now for example, take this girl we’ll call Jill
Her second floor place, seems like the top of the hill
And when you ask her, if she likes it, she will
The elevator broke, it made her feel ill

Second floor life
Second floor life
She’s got a second floor life

Now go up one more, and you’ll find you’re on three
I’ve got to catch my breath, you just wait for me
It isn’t easy, when you’re high as the trees
Jump out the window, won’t someone catch me please

Third floor life
Second floor life
I’ve got a first floor life





First Floor Life (Steven T)

Rhythmic Ego-Plea (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
music & image by Song AI

Rhythmic Ego-Plea (Steven T)

Instant sanitation
Instant sanity
Instant aggravation
Is what you’re giving me

instant weird vibrations
Cause instant mad gyrations
Of instant degradation
A rhythmic ego-plea

Instant sanitation
Instant sanity
Instant aggravation
Is what you’re giving me

A rhythmic ego-plea
A rhythmic ego-plea

I’ve got a psycho-hesitation
For which I’ve got no explanation
Requires mass participation
Of mindless devotees

Instant sanitation
Instant sanity
Instant aggravation
Is what you’re giving me






Rhythmic Ego-Plea (Steven T)

When (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
music & image by Song AI

When (Steven T)

When I cry, the tears come to my eyes
When I try, the limit is the sky
When I lie, I often get asked why
When I die, no one will hear a sigh

When I cry, no one will hear a sigh
When I try, I often get asked why
When I lie, the limit is the sky
When I die, the tears come to my eyes

When I cry, the limit is the sky
When I try, the tears come to my eyes
When I lie, no one will hear a sigh
Whey I die, I often get asked why

When (Steven T)

Bananarama

Cruel Summer

No Interest (alternate version)(Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image & music by Suno AI

No Interest (Steven T)

Plastic ties come with the garbage bag
Plastic eyes they dim the sights we’ve had
Who knows why I never will be glad?
That’s a lie from someone on the rag

No interest
No interest
No interest

Feel inside touch something that’s inside me
Open wide, it’s longing to be free
Look it’s died, whatever could it be
Came untied, I saw it on TV

No interest
No interest
No interest

The wrong size is put beneath my shoe
Making miles of everything I do
Thunder skies and raindrops that are new
Can’t rely on colors gray and blue

No interest
No interest
No interest

Battle cries real to me in the night
Food of flies can’t be removed from my sight
Then I try to think everything to white
Someone sighs, you know he could be right

No interest
No interest
No interest

No Interest (alternate version)(Steven T)

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