The Space In Between

This track is about when someone comes in to your life and makes you feel alive again

03-Lost

02-Scandalous

Deep in the darkness I can feel it scratching underneath the floor. Shameless, persistent, the unwelcome keeps on bumping at the door. Dropped my guard. It crawled in through the night. Now getting bolder stepping out into the light. I didn't try hard to keep it in its shell. Truth is I know I'm captivated by its spell. Back in the shadow of the corner sat impatient for its chance. Taps on the window - flits away before you catch it with a glance. Laying it bare, it's more than just a phase. This has been going on for months not weeks or days. Feel its stare. I tell myself it's small, but casts a nightmare of a monster on the wall. Less than a whisper but enough to chip away at my reserves. Same as that ticking clock that you don't hear but's jagged on my nerves. Deep in the darkness I can feel it scratching underneath the floor. Shameless, persistent, the unwelcome keeps on bumping at the door. Sleep well everyone!

Niggle

Today

Late night, trapped in the headlights. So bright, glare hurts my eyes. Headlines: I missed all my deadlines. Road shines under wet skies. Long way behind me, a long way ahead. But far as I can see is a long long line of red. Brake lights followed by break lights. Red lights that all say "No". Actions trigger reactions then retractions but still no go. Turn up the radio, I'm nodding along to old school disco. Figure now we got it wrong. From Funky Town the That's The Way I Like It (a-ha, a-ha). Hot Stuff; Good Times, Born To Be Alive. Picking Up My Boots. Can You Feel It? Super Freak. Staying Alive. Now let me drive! Thoughts go to the old school disco. The light show timed to the beat. Long nights caught in the strobe lights. Hindsight's so bitter-sweet. Long way behind me, a long way ahead. As far as I can see road in front's now clear of red. Turn up the radio. I proudly sing along to old school disco. Figure now we got it wrong.

Old Skool Disco

So you've pulled me up for double-speak. Well it's a charge I can't deny. My words ambiguous and lines oblique, but that's quite different from a lie. Yeah it's true, it was all clear when I woke. Now the view is veiled in smoke. It's up to you to figure what you think. Let it stew, Make a link. This cryptic riddle is a two-edged blade. I wave it for my self-defence. Enigmatic worlds can still persuade - even when they don't make much sense. Tell me who is listening anyway? Other than you, who hears what I say? Well here's a clue, just take a look around. Take in the view, take in the sound. See you've pulled me up for double-speak. Well it's a charge I can't defend. So I'll slip my tongue into another cheek and stick it out until the end.

Double Speak

Demo of a work in progress using samples from Joe Strummer 2001 interview…

Ionawr  Rat Room Demos

Remember When i

Shoosh. You Keep me awake. There's no one else listening. Stop raising the stakes. Shoosh. You make no sense. You feed my frustration and get round my defence. No. No evading, no escaping. I can't shake you off. Can't make a break or getaway. Shoosh. You know me too well. Stop pushing my buttons. Stop ringing my bell. Shoosh. You make things worse. You're weaving confusion. Your words are a curse. There: Misdirections; false connections; join the dots up wrong. I'm telling stories to myself. I let you go on far too long. You repeat yourself and you know you're wrong. Shoosh. My words of reason go unsaid. As you put the squeeze on, the pressure fills my head. Shoosh. I don't want to know. I don't want to think this. I want to let go. Shoosh. Please let me sleep. Please let me forget it. Let's bury it deep. Shoosh.

Thinker

Bottom of the Sea

Bottom Of The Sea

We all have our stories. Here's some of mine. Some are very real and some are more than a wee bit made up.  Here's a selection of my songs I've written and recorded at home over the years.  I aim to mix my broad tastes together to make something worth listening to. From subtle to blatant; from delicate to boisterous; from earworms to experiments. Let me know what you think or if you'd like to use these songs in any way.

Thinker

Stephen McGuire

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