Picture Of You

Who'd have known, a brushed shoulder in a club in June six years ago would shape my life and mind.

Without her I never would have learned to speak my mind, so you can see why I took the time to pen this rhyme - she's a special friend of mine.

Twenty two, the world's her oyster and she's racing through. No stop sign looms, she's gunning for the line.

And she's had pain, but she smashed right through the hard times (never again) so you see why I took the time to pen this rhyme - she's a special friend of mine.

I can see her now, her friends around her like bees to honey, sip, expensive wine and talk away the night.

Strasbourg! You'll never get a guest like this again so, now you see why we take the time to sing this line - she's a special friend of mine.

I'm sorry that I couldn't be there (it's not that I don't care) - it's all that I want to do.

Special friend of mine. This is a letter for your mind. 

Strasbourg

Slide to me, in a naked afternoon - sky bright despite the night time coming, staring at the moon.

Legs locked, heels clip, turn me on. Touch finger tips and kiss me home.

Get Up.

Ride for me in a upper room - red lights on the door, can't come in, don't try the phone.

Hands on her hips, turn me on. Words whispered, lips as cold as stoned.

Get Up. You set my heart on fire.

Slide to me, in a naked afternoon - hands in her hair, golden and maroon.

Breathe on my neck, turn me on. But don't hold it long - she's gone too soon.

Get Up

Mum kindly let me break in on her violin practice and accompanied me on a new guitar piece I wrote yesterday...

Mum(chord) & Sons

I run run to the Red Sun.

In a room she called her own, in a house that was not home, she could feel the walls collapsing.

When she shouts it goes unknown, when she cries there is no one - press your face against the glass, and dream of the red sun.

I run run to the Red Sun. I run run to the Red Sun.

Early hours she walks alone, but her mind's all rocks and stones, she can't read her own handwriting.

Cracks a pencil in her hand, ties it up elastic band - rips the sharp ends through the page, in the shape of a red sun.

I run run to the Red Sun. I run run to the Red Sun.

Red Sun

How can I explain what's in my dream, if you've never seen the same thing? Hand to mouth, mouth screams.

I need to explore eyes drop to the floor, I move them up cus i want more - tight white jeans, and hair that shines brighter than the colour of a sun queen's.

Katie, you're the one that saved me, Katie you've been there right from the start. Katie, you're the one that made me, Katie you're the one that holds my heart.

How can I explain what she does to my dreams, if you've never felt the same thing? Sets a bomb in my brain.

Sparks fly down the line, dynamite to the mine, big bang cus she's so fine - Head numb, heart primed. She's the girl with the charge on.

Katie

For those times when you just need to breathe, open your eyes, and jump.

Lyrics:

'Open your eyes - is it so bad to see? Punch through the curtains, smash the walls and come singing with me.

But you fall and you soon regret you showed, your too small and you don't know where to go! ... Well is that so?

A promise you made, had you kept it to me - we could jump through the air like two birds gliding over the sea.

But you fall and you soon regret you showed, your too small and you don't know where to go! ... Well is that so?

Let go, your wings will soar - hold on your heart wants more - in time she'll care for sure ... Well is that so?'


Is That So?

I Don't Want Much

Pay Me Your Rent

I'm writing this about the atrocities in Syria, and how nothing tells it better than the look in a young child's eyes - it's a work in progress.

PeteNewman