"The Long Fight / Her Rebel Heart " - Written, composed and performed by Zoltan Stewart

Well I'd seen her once or twice before, you notice a girl like that.
Whiskey on the rocks and crew cut tops, and a face ya don't soon forget.
Rock n' roll all up n' down her arms, owls painted on her neck.
She say's she's a rebel, a writer, a fighter, say's no man could truly handle it.

She's the first to get up dancing, that is if the music fits the low light
Hips shake and hearts break, I swear I witness it every friday night.
Bangles on her wrist, keep a golden timing, that I swear only she can hear.
She say's she's a rebel, a writer, a fighter, say's no man will ever hold her so near.

She says she's a rebel, but I only ever see her run.
She says he's a rebel, but I know she's secretly fighting for love.
She says she's a rebel, but you can see her heart worn right on her sleeve,
She's says she's a rebel, but she just wants a love that would never leave,
a love that stays the long fight, for the freedom of her heart.
Cause it aint easy being alone on these cold Rebellious nights, god knows I know.

She's a hard line, phones off almost every single night.
But if she wants you in her bedroom, she's sure to glance your line of sight.
High heels and leather, make for a intoxicating mix.
She's says she's a rebel, a writer a fighter, says she aint looking to have her broken heart fixed.

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The Long Fight / Her Rebel Heart

Made this track on fruity the other day and got into writing this for it, it's called "Nightmares"

Nightmares - By Zoltan Stewart

Winter is creeping in again, and all I can feel, is the liquor and lines, the pressure, the wine, the inevitable absence of you over and over within my mind.
Slowly but surely, it rises again, falling back into my own condescending razor edged trends, dividing once more the essence of soul, giving away a bit by bit to just have some control,
of this life… I hear them say it all the time.
Spring seems to become uncoiled again, another loss of a friend, thanks to egos and pride, liars and lions, lovers, and money, it’s always money, it’s always money and time.
Wasting away, day after day, looking for answers in the lost ledger marks of bills left unpaid, unfair and unjust, this just won’t be enough, there’s always a need for more, for more 
of this life… I hear them say it all the time.

Give us;
Another hope, another love, a newer god, a better drug, a louder voice, a purer source, to train our dollar store whores to.
Give us;
A bigger rock, a harder cock, a looser law, a stiffer jaw, a larger pay,  a straightened way, to live our cruel and crumbling lives by. 
Give us; 
A newer face, a better place, a bigger home, a shinier chrome, a quicker read, a better bleed, to show how much we always wanted it.
Give us;
Another day, just one more day.



Nightmares

Music performed and recorded by myself in The Thought Room at my Almost a Box Studio ;)

Zoltan Stewart

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