Name: FACELESS by Paul Bush
Duration: 4 min 26 s
Description: Here´s a song about the plight of sex,drugs and sorrow . cover photo by gettyimages

the plight of sex,drugs and sorrow. I hear that! Well done...

Trouver le Nord et garder le cap
Toujours savoir quoi faire
Se montrer fort quand le destin frappe
Sous le velours une main de fer

On your own
You're on your own now...

Tenir debout avoir envie de vivre
Surmonter les épreuves
Tenir le coup comme un bateau ivre
Qui remonterait le fleuve

On your own
You're on your own now...

Deux pieds sur terre bien enracinés
De retour aux affaires
Et un oeil clair pour tout affronter
Et tout mettre en lumière

On your own
You're on your own now...

On Your Own

WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT

Tongues move at a mile a minute
The accusations start to fly
You get it started and the sky’s the limit
Opinions turn to a battle cry

Dark clouds of raw emotion
Circle the eye of the storm

But if you listen, the silence is golden
A spirit wind is blowing through us all . . . 

WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, WISE WORDS ARE SPOKEN
WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, THEN FEAR IS BROKEN

Well it’s a tug of war and there are no winners
A show of strength is on display
We stand our ground but it’s wearing thinner
Too busy pulling to meet halfway

Smoke screens of loud confusion
Colour the truth with lies

But if you listen, a new world is calling
The sleeper will awaken in us all

WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, WISE WORDS ARE SPOKEN
WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, THEN FEAR IS BROKEN
WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, WISE WORDS ARE SPOKEN
WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, THEN FEAR IS BROKEN

INSTRMENTAL (Bridge)

If you will listen, a silence is golden
A spirit wind is blowing through us all . . . 

WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, WISE WORDS ARE SPOKEN
WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, THEN FEAR IS BROKEN
WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, WISE WORDS ARE SPOKEN
WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT, THEN FEAR IS BROKEN

WHEN GUNS ARE SILENT

A tune that I hope will canter into your ears and rides off with your imagination for a minute or two!

The Knight Errant

HURRICANE
Anger grows from seeds of hurt . . . The hearts a fertile field.
Seldom blooms but when it does . . . Leaves wounds that do not heal.
There’s chaos, confusion . . . The future’s unsure
No answers, solutions . . . No one has a cure.

There’s a storm here that’s swirling . . . Tears will fall like rain 
In your brain, in your brain
LIVING IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE
Trouble is brewing . . . chasing wishes down the drain
In your brain, in your brain
A LITTLE PEACE IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE

Sorrow has no place to grow . . . The souls a sterile womb.
Seldom cry but when you do . . . There’s no one in the room.
There’s chaos, confusion . . . The future’s unsure.
No answers, solutions . . . No one has a cure.

There’s a storm here that’s swirling . . . Tears will fall like rain 
In your brain, in your brain
LIVING IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE
Trouble is brewing . . . chasing wishes down the drain.
In your brain, in your brain
A LITTLE PEACE IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE
Bridge
The sun hasn’t shined for quite some time.
But you’re still wearing shades.
You don’t want someone seeing your eyes
And seeing you’re afraid.

There’s chaos, confusion . . . The future’s unsure
No answers, solutions . . . No one has a cure

There’s a storm here that’s swirling . . . Tears will fall like rain 
In your brain, in your brain
LIVING IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE
Trouble is brewing . . . chasing wishes down the drain.
In your brain, in your brain
A LITTLE PEACE IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE

HURRICANE (Lyrics by Carroll Kiphen)

A 4-Star commended entry in the 'Retro' category of the 2023 UK Songwriting Contest.

When Will We See Sunshine

When Will We See Sunshine (Graham Williams)

For that year my hockey team almost won the cup.

THE ROAD HOME

Written for the UK Songwriters Forum "Key Challenge" (F-Dm)

EXCLUSIVE  

For as long as it takes, And what ever you may say
I can put on the brakes, Or take it out on the freeway

Shine your eyes in the moonlight, so cautious and elusive
Blush from the wine, I will be your exclusive

Exclusive to you, Exclusive to me
Paint this town with the laughter
Brush stroke every memory
I can never get enough
Taking this old slow train to falling in love

Pennies in the wishing well, holding hands and walking as one
I might run out of stories to tell, but I'll be here when the day is done

You can wear my hoodie in the rain if it pours
I wanna’ be more than the friend who holds the doors

Exclusive to you, Exclusive to me
Paint this town with the laughter
Brush stroke every memory
I can never get enough
Taking this old slow train to falling in love

BRIDGE / SOLO

You can drive my car if you ever learn that stick shift
And I’ll step outside my comfort zone, chip in and do the chores
Hang out with the folks not on my A list . . . Ya’ I’ll go exclusively yours
You know I will

Exclusive to you, Exclusive to me
Paint this town with the laughter
Stardust every memory
I can never get enough
Taking this old slow train to falling in love  

CODA
I will be exclusive to you . . . will you be exclusive to me
I will be exclusively yours . . . will you be exclusively mine
I will be exclusively yours . . . will you be exclusively mine

EXCLUSIVE

COMPUTER AGE

This isn’t Sunday anymore
It’s nearly 10 AM . . . I haven’t been out the door
No I haven’t been out the door
I used to work down at the factory
I thought I paid my dues and did all my degrees
I thought I did all my degrees

It seems they gave my job away
And they told me this was a computer age
Oh no . . . computer age

Another worker heads toward the line
To join the other ones that all got left behind
They got left behind
These new machines they bring us luxury
But I hope technology will feed our family
I hope it feeds our family

Thinking about tomorrow, and what that really means
Who can compete with all the new machines ?
Oh no . . . the new machines

-BRIDGE-

Some time soon, when things fall back in tune
Just like they always do, as old makes way for new
As old makes way for new

COMPUTER AGE . . . COMPUTER AGE

Some time soon, when things fall back in tune
Just like they always do, as old makes way for new
As old makes way for new

This isn’t Sunday anymore

COMPUTER AGE

I GOT MOXIE, BABY  
 
I grew up in the projects, was just mom and me
Had three dead bolts on the door , but never much to eat

The world taught me too early, that life isn’t always fair
But I never stopped believing, I could build castles in the air
 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . . 
Can't stop these waves that flow right through me
My moment will arrive . . . 'Cause I got moxie, baby

From cruel broken sidewalks, On the wrong side of town
I conquered attitudes and fears, that were holding me down

The day I turned eighteen, I kissed my mom goodbye
She knew I had to dream, And I knew I had to try
 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . I feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . . 
Can't stop these waves that flow right through me
My moment will arrive . . . 'Cause I got moxie . . . baby . . . 
For me there is no maybe

Well I Bought a one-way fare
On the poor man's limousine
On my way into the city, where muse’s dare to dream
I know it won’t be easy . . . but I’m ready and prepared
-SOLO- 
'Cause I got moxie, baby . . . I feel it deep inside
Like an ocean rolls the tide . . . Moxie, baby . . . 
Can't stop these waves that roll right through me
Like an ocean rolls the tide, my moment will arrive
. . . 'Cause I got moxie, baby

I GOT MOXIE, BABY (Lyrics by Andrea Brennan)

When love'll come looking

Here´s a song about the plight of sex,drugs and sorrow . cover photo by gettyimages

FACELESS

Paul Lives  in Upper Austria, writing music and text for himsellf and other music projects .. currently playing an acoustic set of clasic british /american songs .
2016 Paul took early retirerment so lots of free time to do those things one puts off. Still  recording in his small home studio and playing his Acoustic live gigs in and around upper Austria the only difference he now does it in his pyjamas

FACELESS

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