Champion of the World

Written, arranged, and performed by Mike Cunningham.
Drums by Dom Hardy.
Production by Dom Hardy at Gracenote Studios, Dunfermline.


If I tell you more,
If I tell you  less,
If I could describe all the ways that she makes me feel the best

If I tell you there
If I tell you here
If I could describe every pound and every ounce she means to me

   When she’s been with me, the wonders we’ve seen,
   Let me tell you about the way that she smiles with her eyes when 
   she looks at me
   And after all, the chances we’ve called,
   All I want to be’s her knight in armour, the champion of the world

When she makes me laugh,
And when she makes me proud,
Let me tell you about the way that she walks down the High Street looking so cool

The way she makes me think,
The way she makes me me
I ain’t ever seen anyone as beautiful as she

    When we’ve been in the sun, come in from the sea,
    I could tell you about the way that she tans and the white bits the 
    sun don’t see
    And after all, the chances we’ve called,
    All I want to be’s her knight in armour, the champion of the world

Guitar

    When she’s been with me, the wonders we’ve seen,
    Let me tell you about the way that she smiles with her eyes when 
    she looks at me
    And after all, the chances we’ve called,
    All I want to be’s her knight in armour, the champion of the world

The way she holds my cards,
The way she works my odds,
That’s the way she makes me feel that I’m the champion of the world.


Copyright : Apr 2016 M. E. Cunningham
Written      : Apr 2016 –Nov  2016 M. E. Cunningham (Sherborne– Kirkcaldy)
Recorded    :  Oct 2917 Kirkcaldy
Re-recorded : Jan 2024 Gracenote Studios, Dunfermline

Champion of the World

Some people said this would sound better with no reverb. Lets see.

THE LIFFEY (zero reverb mix)

Written by Janice Merritt & ray cochrane
Vocal recording, engineering & production Bud Merritt.
BIAB drums, organ, piano & baritone solo.
Vocals & vocal arrangements by Janice.
Lyrics:
When I asked my Mamma 
why we moved here anyway.
Mama simply looked at me
Wasn't much to say:
Well, honey, your daddy
Your daddy he wanted to.
See, in those times, 
those cultural climes.
That is all we knew. 

When I questioned granny
As I was want to do.
Granny'd turn and smiled at me
Like she always used to:
Well, baby, your grandaddy
It's what he wanted to do.
See, in my day, 
Only men had their say.
& That was all we knew. 

When I asked my daughter
What she proposed to do.
She turned her face and smiled at me
Like she always knew:
Well, mumma, any man I take
Will do what we agree to do.
See, this new day, 
I will have my say.
& he'll believe in me too. 
Merritt/cochrane

All We Knew by Merritt & cochrane

I call to talk but I have nothing to say
I just want to hear your voice
I act like I don’t have a care in the world
And that not being yours was my choice
I wanted to tell you that I can’t stop thinking
Of you, your face, and your ways
But words once spoken can’t be reclaimed
So I play the role of friend instead

False friend, there’s no end to my deception
False friend, better longing than rejection
False friend, in the order of what matters
Better dreams untapped than shattered

Your touch is accidental
But it hits like an lightening bolt
My face is a mask, I’ll never show
The feelings you evoke
Are you really not aware
Of the chaos you create
When you’re not here, I’m clear of mind
But one look and I can't think straight

False friend, there’s no end to my deception
False friend, better longing than rejection
False friend, in the order of what matters
Better dreams untapped than shattered

I rest my hand on your seat
When I travel alone
You’re a ghost in my days
Presence felt, never shown
Not a chill, but a warmth in my bones
Like a secret, comforting shawl

False friend, there’s no end to my deception
False friend, better longing than rejection
False friend, in the order of what matters
Better dreams untapped than shattered

False Friend

Written, arranged and performed by Mike Cunningham.
Drums by Dom Hardy.
Production by Dom Hardy at Gracenote Studios, Dunfermline.

Wouldn’t you know it ? Doesn’t it figure ?
In a city of millions you can feel so alone.
Couldn’t you guess it ? Typical ain't it ?
I could count all my chances on the thumbs of one hand.

In a city where money talks image is king, they're all the same.

Won’t you meet me here this time tomorrow.
You look like someone I’d like to know well.
And if ever I needed a friend to hold on to
now is the time and I want to hold you.

Wouldn’t you know it ? Who would have thought it ?
We all deserve someone - well I thought I did.
Couldn’t you feel it ? Didn’t you notice ?
I’m frightened to say that I want you so much.

I’ve talked to my plants and I’ve no more to say.
And my paint is all dry.

Won’t you meet me here this time tomorrow.
I'm sick drinking whisky and watching TV.
We could be statistics or we could be in love now
So sue me for saying I'm attracted this way.

Won’t you meet me here this time tomorrow.
I hope that you will I’ve had enough being alone.
When you smile it’s as if there’s a point to me being here,
I hope we’ll look back to this time today.

© Michael E. Cunningham, 1999
Written : London Sept ’95, Kdy Sept ’96, Raleigh, NC Oct ‘97, Edinburgh Feb ‘97,
Liverpool Dec ‘99
Recorded: Sept/Dec 2025, Gracenote Studio, Dunfermline

This Time Tomorrow (Gracenote Studio)

My Heart Takes One For The Team

Maze (Orchestral)

Side2 demo

SUN IS LOW
-------------
Wind cries lonely 
across the snow
Sky is frozen,
sun is low
Ice cold dust dry as sand,
whip the ground upon this land

Never day, never night
All that I see... turn to white

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go

Winter,
please hide my way.
Cross the plain,
the hills and far away


Wolves that gathered,
have watched each move
Teeth are showing,
tails held low.
Hungry eyes with patience view,
In this domain their reign is true

Infinite march, likely in vain
Tracks cross the plain... turns to a chain

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go
where they go
in the night
they take flight
soaring to sky
so high and free
just like me
Always heading for their home
just like me

Sun is low

New Mix and updated Lyrics for YouTube video - out soon. 
Original song by dave croxford with additional vocals and guitar from David Hill.
Song originally 2008 credit crunch lyrics updated 2017.

Track also known as BossaNovaScotia

The Bottom line.
Latin/ethnic, bossanova, Var 10, Tempo 192
Intro1:
8 bars just drums
Intro 2:
 8 bars funky Bm lick
Verse 1
Bm                                                   F#                   Bm
The sun’s gotta shine , And the earth’s gotta roll
Bm                                                  E                         F#
There’s music in my blood but maggots in my soul                
Bm                                            G                      F#
What is the reason for my never ending toll?  (toll = strain)
Bm
No one knows, No One cares, 
     D               A            Bm
So go to the bottom line
     D               A            Bm
So go to the bottom line
 
Banks and the corporates take us for a ride
The government and industries are standing by their side
Where is the justice when we crumble and subside?
No one knows, No One cares, 
So go to the bottom line
So go to the bottom line
 D                                                 F#
Greed and survival are what separates our lives
G                                        E
No one expects to be stabbed with hidden knives
G                                               D
Deceit and corruption are rewarded with the prize 
              F#
What’s going on, what’s going on, what’s going on


Bm
We look out for our young and care for our old
It’s a modern social society, but are we being sold
The profit seeking individuals are not in the same mould
No one knows, No One cares, 
So go to the bottom line
So go to the bottom line






Greed and survival are what separates our lives
No one expected to be stabbed with hidden knives
Deceit and corruption are rewarded with the prize 
What’s going on, what’s going on, what’s going on

 Solo Verse

Well the sun’s got to shine , And the earth’s got to roll
The music is playing loud,  but it ain’nt got soul
Greed is the only thing that matters in this world
No one knows, No One cares, 
So go to the bottom line
So go to the bottom line
So go to the bottom line

Bottom Line v23, ft. David Hill - original song by Dave Croxford

I am an IT consultant trying to wind down my IT work to concentrate on my life time hobby of writing and producing music.