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Excellent songwriting, Love the progression, wonderful vocals and guitar lines. Fine work. Chris

My Icy Heart
Lyrics by Deborah Ellis/Music by Daryl Greenway
I’m lonely in my bed tonight
Wish you were here with me
I want to feel you by my side
Where I’m longing you to be

I miss the warmth of your body
The power of your touch
Knowing that from head to toe
I ache for you so much

The minute that I saw you
I knew you could take me there
Your fire melted my icy heart
That was in need of some repair!

Many times it has been broken
And you may break it too
I’ll dare myself to take that risk
To share the heat with you

I’ve always been an icy queen
That’s how I’ve always felt
Now I’ve met my man of fire
My icy heart will melt

I cannot wait to see you again
Can’t stand being on my own
I’d rather melt my icy heart
Than spend my nights alone.

I'm lonely i my bed tonight

© Deborah Ellis

My Icy Heart

Spanish Guitar

Disneyland

Sweet Dreams by Fizzy Pickle
Fizzy Pickle are
Elizabeth Greenway on vocals
James Griffiths on Guitar
Ed Kocol on Bass and backing vocals
Daryl Greenway on keyboards and backing vocals
Phil Mahole on drums and barrel organ

Sweet Dreams

The middle one’s in the kitchen stirring flowers in hot water to make secret magic potions.
The radio, it’s buzzing low, they’re talking about high crimes and plastics floating in the ocean.
The youngest’s baking bread.
The eldest’s still in bed.
And the dog’s just barking.

And you step out the shower. Hair towelled up. Bead of water drips from nose to lip.
To the mirror you saunter slow,
oh those soft soles and toes and that lilting in your hips,
You turn your face into the light
You put that shadow on your eyes
And that mascara

And me, I’m sitting in the garden. Strumming chords for songs that no-one wants to know..
I’m thinking bout the greats.  And the not-so-greats.  And the somewhere in-betweens. And I’m thinking about…… Bono

And why’s a grown man in his early forties thinking about Bono you might ask and sure that’s a pretty good question
I saw him on the TV recently.  And it was clear to me, we have the very same obsession

He hears Nina, He hears Bob
In their voice the word of God,
He wants to be like them

And me, I’m trying to be like them too. But I guess it’s true he’s a little further down the street.
Not too much though. This Bono knows. There’s a long way to go before he matches Astral Weeks.

Or Django Rheinhards gypsy sound,
or the early Velvet Underground,
Oh lord we’re both really striving,

And in my weaker moments, I worry nothing I make will mean anything to anybody no.
And behind those tinted glasses, I see that very same fear right here in the eyes of Bono.

And it makes me just want to take him around the shoulder and hug him and say:

It’ll all work out
It’ll all work out, Bono.
It’ll all work out
When we’re sitting there at the pearly gate
with all the greats and no difference between us
And what a way it was to spend a life anyway..

Oh Bono
Oh Bono

I snap myself out my dream. I check my watch. It’s lunchtime and my tummy’s rumbling.
Pat the youngest on the head. Butter up a slice of her fresh bread, then back to working.
This line’s staying in.  Put this one in the bin. Then write another.

I’ll chisel at the melody so its pure and clean and strong and simple,
The words I’ll choose to light the mood, they’ll be crystal clear and true and nimble,

All sonorous of sound,
All delicious in the mouth,
And all full of longing

And maybe, one day, who’s to say, a masterpiece from my heart will flow?
The joy is in the trying they say.  
And I’m sure he feels the same way too, does Bono.

Oh Bono.
Oh Bono.

It’ll all work out...

Thinkin bout Bono

Don't recall very much
of how the dream started off
a light shining in my eyes
and a cry and a cough
and a fire in the distance
gently crackling and a warmth given off

There were aunties, there were handbags,
there were squeals, there were shrieks,
They were cornering and coddling me and pinching my cheeks
Made in his mother's own image, yes they all agreed.

and I feel that pure love still burning
From that room to this room returning
As it propels me through decades churning
Oh so delicately,
What a dream this was going to be..

But it was a long dream...
And this was only the start..
Plenty time to forget myself and wander afar.
Such privilege and grace, you can have, you know,
And still no peace in your heart.

I tread the ground roughly,
With the skies watching on.
My head down in self pity, grumbling along.
Until that bad news from that doctor, shook me like a thundering gong.

But the very worst things can surprise us.
I felt more tender, more thoughtful, more pious.
What a dream it is when grief grows inside us, upends us,
and finally sets us free.
What a dream. What a dream. What a dream.

That time I blackened some guy’s eye
That time I made some stranger cry
That time I watched her breathe her last breath peaceful in that 4 o'clock sunshine
That time I quit that job of mine.
That time that I first wrote my first rhyme…

I might grow wings, and I might fly,
I’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming

And from the board room to the school room to the homework and desk
From Phuket to the Blaskets, to the tip of tibet
It's 8.30 already and the kids they're not even showered yet.

Oh that awe and that wonder all smothered in love,
Oh that churning ambition, down deep in my guts,
And you child,  that part of me: my mind, my heart and my blood

And that sun drifts into sight 
In the earliest, warmest light
I’m in your dream and you’re in mine my child
I’m in yours and you’re in mine

I'm dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
I'm dreaming, dreaming, dreaming

The Dream

Hey-ho (N.Harman) 2023

Somethin Not sure What

Tedious Monotony

I’m sitting on a train, from my sea-side town,
On a freezing cold morning, with the sleet swirling round,
Another monotonous day I’m now facing.

I’m looking around at familiar faces,
Buried in their phones, Tony betting on the races,
Drawing close to London and the train is getting packed.

They’re squeezing down the aisles, it’s getting difficult breathing,
Open that window or I’m suffocating,
Been commuting 10 years, how much more can I take?

So I let myself dream - to escape this tedium,
To a tropical beach, thousands of miles out of reach,
As I relax in the warm breeze - pina colada if you would please,
Pineapple, coconut dream and lashings of ice, my secret vice.

Reality beckons at Victoria station,
An army of ants, the backbone of the nation,
Heading for the underground, so catch you later.

Squashed into a carriage, touch-tight degradation,
Feeling kind of faint so before the next station,
Hope I don’t need a defibrillator.

Work is such a drag, that it makes me feel mad,
Screens make me hazy, I’m going fuzzy-eyed,
Lunching in Green Park, in order to survive.

So I let myself dream - to escape this tedium,
To a tropical beach, thousands of miles out of reach,
As I relax in the warm breeze - pina colada if you would please,
Pineapple, coconut dream and lashings of ice, my secret vice.

Heading back home, it doesn’t feel so bad,
Relaxed, seaside bound, no longer feel sad,
Golf links looming, such pleasant scenery.

So I let myself dream - to escape this tedium,
Until tomorrow morning when it all begins again,
Maybe I need some virtual reality,
Something to escape this tedious monotony,
Tedious monotony

Music and vocals - Phil Hawker
Lyrics - Bobby Lincoln
Vocal Production - Nick Powling


Escape the Tedium

Lost in Space
Written and performed by Studius Interruptus and Staypress
Featuring Liz Greenway on backing vocals 
V1
Just when you think you've got it
Life pops up and sends a rocket
A direct hit to your heart
But I have you and that's a start
Prechorus
I've been lost in space since I first saw your face
I lost my mind the day I saw your behind
I cannot think - you nearly drove me to drink
You're a keeper, even though I can't sleep ah
Chorus
You are the cosmos, I am the alien
I'll do my utmost to fill the astral void
I am the vacuum, you're all that matters
Forever you're my favourite asteroid
V2
Just when I think I've got it
Love pops up and it's ironic
It was always you from the start
That made me blue, and broke my heart
Prechorus
Chorus to end

Lost In Space featuring Studius Interruptus

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