Carry On by Rupert Packard (c) 2019

Its party time, 
Your make up and your clothes align its so sublime,
You talk it up,   
Sounding like a winner who is always right and never wrong, 
It works a treat,
They think you are complete and live inside the beat,
How would they know?
They way you try to break on down the ones who don’t quite play along,

You know what to say and do
Performing tricks to pull the crowd into your aura baby
But one day they’ll know the truth, 
The bitter truth, but for now you carry on,

In my heady days,
I swallowed every word you were my centre stage, 
I was like the rest, 
Happy in the haze of all the gas and lights and mystery,
Then I felt the choke,
The fumes were suffocating I just had to go, 
Oh you took a turn, 
Unleashing hidden fury as a force to try and subdue me.

You know what to say and do
Performing tricks to pull the crowd into your aura baby
But one day they’ll know the truth, 
The bitter truth, but for now you carry on,

The night is almost done,
Soon the rising of the sun, 
The way you used your tongue, 
Will be revealed in the morning mist,
The night is almost done,
Soon the rising of the sun, 
Your controlling vicious tongue,, 
Will be revealed with your iron fist
No more getting by with a small talk kiss

You know what to say and do
Performing tricks to pull the crowd into your aura baby
But one day they’ll know the truth, 
The bitter truth, but for now you carry on,
You carry on 
You carry on 

You know what to say and do
Performing tricks to pull the crowd into your aura baby
But one day they’ll know the truth, 
The bitter truth, but for now you carry on,

Carry On

Cn't be, won't do by Rupert Packard (c) 2019

You don’t wanna be loved by me
You don’t want me too real and true
You want love from a fantasy 
That’s just something I can’t be (won’t do)

An alpha male
Who seems to never fail
Yet at your beck and call,
My God you want it all

I guess ideas get passed along
They seem so real they make desires strong 
But I sure ain’t the one for you
Who’s gonna never get it wrong

You don’t wanna be loved by me
You don’t want me to real and true
You want love from a fantasy 
That’s just something I can’t be (won’t do)

Tried to be that guy
You left me high and dry
I couldn’t measure up
It was never good enough

You try to say it sure ain’t so
As though you go with all the ebb and flow
But when the tick don’t make the box
Derision always steals the show

You don’t wanna be loved by me
You don’t want me to real and true
You want love from a fantasy 
That’s just something I can’t be (won’t do)

Cause love ain’t a movie that you can direct
Hire a cast saying what you expect
Love is kind
No set plan in mind
With you being you and me being me
Allowing the space for every design

You don’t wanna be loved by me
You don’t want me to real and true
You want love from a fantasy 
That’s just something I can’t be (won’t do)

Can’t do
Won’t do
Can’t do 
Won’t do

Can't Be Won't do

Eyes front,
Racing down the pavement, 
Tryna keep my pace to reach the destination, 
Haters, waiting on the bends, 

Throwing curveballs, 
With Lies and critisisms, 
Tryna kill my stride and kill my flow and rhythm  
To test me, test me till I’m spent

But their persistance, fuels my resistance
To keep it moving visualising the end

Believing in land where the last are first,
With no power games or any people who curse,
And Sweet new beginnings when we’re all complete,
Keeps my narrow straight 
Its where home is home and the sun never sets,
Through that golden gate,
It keeps me running,
Running for the line,

Half way,
Legs are getting stronger,
But blisters on my feet mean roads are feeling longer ,
Refuge, seems a far off dream,

And all their tricks to grip me,
The noise they make to trip me
They sure sussed all the buttons 
To make me think I’m guilty
Shaking, the try to break my esteem,

Still their persistence, fuels my resistance
But their persistence, fuels my resistance 
To keep it moving keep in mind what will be

Believing in land where the last are first,
With no power games or any people who curse,
And Sweet new beginnings when we’re all complete,
Keeps my narrow straight 
Its where home is home and the sun never sets,
Through that golden gate,
It keeps me running,
Running for the line,
Eyes front,
Racing down the pavement, 
Tryna keep my pace to reach the destination, 
Haters, waiting on the bends, 

Throwing curveballs, 
With Lies and critisisms, 
Tryna kill my stride and kill my flow and rhythm  
To test me, test me till I’m spent

But their persistance, fuels my resistance
To keep it moving visualising the end

Believing in land where the last are first,
With no power games or any people who curse,
And Sweet new beginnings when we’re all complete,
Keeps my narrow straight 
Its where home is home and the sun never sets,
Through that golden gate,
It keeps me running,
Running for the line,

Half way,
Legs are getting stronger,
But blisters on my feet mean roads are feeling longer ,
Refuge, seems a far off dream,

And all their tricks to grip me,
The noise they make to trip me
They sure sussed all the buttons 
To make me think I’m guilty
Shaking, the try to break my esteem,

Still their persistence, fuels my resistance
But their persistence, fuels my resistance 
To keep it moving keep in mind what will be

Believing in land where the last are first,
With no power games or any people who curse,
And Sweet new beginnings when we’re all complete,
Keeps my narrow straight 
Its where home is home and the sun never sets,
Through that golden gate,
It keeps me running,
Running for the line,

Running for The Line

power, fueling egos, 
the kind that rule their house through money to control,
could be your neighbours, to cruel dictators, 
these keepers of the cash oppress the poorer souls,
using supplies to misplace the blame, 
using supplies just to force their game,
power, its  a complex, 
these people act as though rivers bow to their gold,

They seem like the winners, free from exposure, 
Their wrongs overpowering right,
The innocent seeming so lost in the picture ,
The world doesn’t seem on their side,  
But truth is an earth quack that years can not alter,
Smashing the proud with its chime,
Revealing their robbing their ruthless enslavement,
Then punishing all of their crimes,

power, feels elusive, 
seems only for the fierce who claim to have its key,
an inner circle, no sense of mercy, 
their greed is like a noose the tighter that they squeeze
but when I just feel my defence is down,
the words in the pslams help me stand my ground,
As power, it’s the knowledge, 
knowing these transgressors will fall to their knees,

They seem like the winners, free from exposure, 
Their wrongs overpowering right,
The innocent seeming so lost in the picture ,
The world doesn’t seem on their side,  
But truth is an earth quack that years can not alter,
Smashing the proud with its chime,
Revealing their robbing their ruthless enslavement,
Then punishing all of their crimes,
All fo their crimes,
All their crimes

Power

Eyes front,
Racing down the pavement, 
Tryna keep my pace to reach the destination, 
Haters, waiting on the bends, 

Throwing curveballs, 
With Lies and critisisms, 
Tryna kill my stride and kill my flow and rhythm  
To test me, test me till I’m spent

But their persistance, fuels my resistance
To keep it moving visualising the end

Believing in land where the last are first,
With no power games or any people who curse,
And Sweet new beginnings when we’re all complete,
Keeps my narrow straight 
Its where home is home and the sun never sets,
Through that golden gate,
It keeps me running,
Running for the line,

Half way,
Legs are getting stronger,
But blisters on my feet mean roads are feeling longer ,
Refuge, seems a far off dream,

And all their tricks to grip me,
The noise they make to trip me
They sure sussed all the buttons 
To make me think I’m guilty
Shaking, the try to break my esteem,

Still their persistence, fuels my resistance
But their persistence, fuels my resistance 
To keep it moving keep in mind what will be

Believing in land where the last are first,
With no power games or any people who curse,
And Sweet new beginnings when we’re all complete,
Keeps my narrow straight 
Its where home is home and the sun never sets,
Through that golden gate,
It keeps me running,
Running for the line,

Running To The Line

Could, Should I Ought I

Alpha Male by Rupert Packard (c) 2019

An alpha male
Who seems to never fail
Yet at your beck and call,
My God you want it all

I guess ideas get passed along
They seem so real they make desires strong 
But I sure ain’t the one for you
Who’s gonna never get it wrong

You don’t wanna be loved by me
You don’t want me to real and true
You want love from a fantasy 
That’s just something I can’t do
You don’t wanna be loved by me
You don’t want me to real and true
Well let me tell you something girl
This i something I just won't do
Something I can't do
No no no


Tried to be that guy
You left me high and dry
I couldn’t measure up
It was never good enough

You try to say it sure ain’t so
As though you go with all the ebb and flow
But when the standards come up short
Derision always steals the show

You don’t wanna be loved by me
You don’t want me to real and true
You want love from a fantasy 
That’s just something I can’t do
You don’t wanna be loved by me
You don’t want me to real and true
Well let me tell you something girl
This is something I just won't do
Something I can't do
No no no

An alpha male
Who seems to never fail
Yet at your beck and call,
My God you want it all

Alpha Male

Treading life and death tryna be the strong man, 
At only 13
Only 13

Morning ride on trains to hidden places, 
Mobile phone his key to making money, 
Then at night the world  feels like his play ground,
In spite of danger he ain't gonna slow down, 

But underneath he knows he's got in real deep,
Underneath he's crying out for rescue, 
Too much running taking child pleasures, 
On the line he's always under pressure,

Treading life and death tryna be the strong man, 
At only 13
Only 13

Full of dreams he sure got the ambition, 
To rule the streets as though he's in the movies
Glamorise a world that's undercover
Getting rich in ways that trouble mothers,

But underneath he knows he's got in real deep,
Underneath he's crying out for rescue, 
Too much running taking child pleasures, 
On the line he's always under pressure,

Treading life and death tryna be the strong man, 
At only 13
Only 13

Only thirteen 
Thirteen

In this dirty game of chess, 
He's groomed to think he's on a roll,
They hook him in with gold and girls,
He's to groomed to think they're in control
of what he's living for
of what he's living for 

But underneath he knows he's got in real deep,
Underneath he's crying out for rescue, 
Too much running taking child pleasures, 
On the line he's always under pressure,

Treading life and death tryna be the strong man, 
At only 13
Only 13

Only 13
13

In this dirty game of chess, 
He's groomed to think he's on a roll,
They hook him in with gold and girls,
He's to groomed to think they're in control

Only Thirteen

Gotta give Credit
Gotta give Credit
Gotta give Credit
Where credit's due

The way you used your hands and voice
Sure gets people to believe you 
The way you twist and turn your words
Layers only few will see through 
Working hard everyday 
Keep it cool stay in play 
Skeletons locked away 
Gotta give you credit
Where credit's due

Gotta give Credit
Gotta give Credit
Gotta give Credit
Where credit's due

The way you dress and do your hair
Hell it makes them all respect you 
The way you follow social rules
Why wouldn't anyone select you 
Working hard everyday 
Keep it cool stay in play 
Skeletons locked away 
Gotta give you credit
Where credit's due

Gotta give Credit
Gotta give Credit
Gotta give Credit
Where credit's due

Gotta give 
G G gotta give
Gotta give
G G Gotta give
Gotta give 
G G Gotta give 
Credit where its due

Working hard everyday 
Keep it cool stay in play 
Skeletons locked away 
Gotta give you credit
Where credit's due

Gotta give 
G G gotta give
Gotta give
G G Gotta give
Gotta give 
G G Gotta give 
Credit where its due

Gotta give Credit
Gotta give Credit
Gotta give Credit
Where credit's due

Gotta Give Credit

A river running through the heart of the city, so clear and bright
Flowing from a a source so pure, illuminating crystal light 
A radiance with prophecy, triggering a thirst,
For paradise and freedom where the last are first, 
An equal kinda love, oppression in reverse, 
Sure this is more than a naive dream?

Got an Inner Longing,
Longing for how things can be, 
Riding waves of cynical doubt, 
To trust it can be reality, 

By this river there ain't any laws of the jungle, no dog eat dog,
No one pushing others down for a messed up need to feel on top, 
And everybodies free to truely be themselves,
No cliches setting rules to be someone else,
An elevated meaning to being in good health, 
To feel this kinda way, is it so off stream.

Got an Inner Longing,
Longing for how things can be, 
Riding waves of cynical doubt, 
To trust it can be reality, 

A reality, 
That some don't want us to believe, 
For them it's hope
Breaking their supremacy, 
A hope
That realigns humanity, 

In the social and spiritual,
Mental and physical, 
This is a fix that is multi dimensional, 
Now the impossible, 
One day seems possible, 
Wanting these ideals surely ain't extreme,

Got an Inner Longing,
Longing for how things can be, 
Riding waves of cynical doubt, 
To trust it can be reality, 

Got an Inner Longing,
Longing for how things can be, 
Riding waves of cynical doubt, 
To trust it can be reality,

RupertSongwriter