Lyrics

So here are the words to some of our songs, and if we see you singing along at one of our gigs,
then you might get a lolly....or a pint.....or some magic beans....

Sway

Sway just a little bit,
Here inside,
The wind blows the shutters to beat a rhythm,
And the insects harmonise,
And the cool southerly,
Turns cartwheels across the sea,
It comes skipping all around us,
And the fire burns incandescently,
I trailed my fingertips up and down your hips,
Drank wine from the bottle,
Rolled a smoke, and tried to be philosophical,
I sat spellbound, dumbfounded by the way that you moved,
And you look just look my way and sway,

I’ve got so much to explore,
Inside these four walls,
Never mind these four walls,
How about your mind,
Shall we lay and talk for hours,
About religion, politics, and higher purpose,
Shall we contemplate the universe?
Or maybe just get high?
I will read you little extracts from Kundera, and Kerouac,
You will teach me of what it means,
To be vulnerable and free,
We can let go of all inhibitions, learn not to be afraid,
And you just look my way and sway,

Your beauty mends my bruising,
Rolling fields of goose bumps when you’re around,
It’s your tempo that makes my heart beat,
Keeps it beating loud,
And I don’t want this feeling,
To ever, ever stop now,

Everyday Sin

Upon this waking hour,
Beneath this veil of morning,
Stirred by the absence of silence,
They begin each day this way,
She stirs the spoon,
He bites the bread,
No looks here exchanged,
No thoughts here expressed,
So much to say between them,
But these sins are played out over and over again,

Outside awakes a tide of greed,
They’re pushing and shoving to that which they seek,
All moving in the same direction,
Two by two these suits go marching on,
The drum of footsteps on this concrete mile,
The rhythms of a million voices sing out,
And we can’t remember who we walked with then,
And so these sins are played out over and over again,

And have you loved, so much that it hurt,
And have you ever lost the one you held dear,
Have you laughed until you could barely breathe?
And have you been all that you could be,
Have you run the desert mile?
Have you made the newborn smile?
If you have learnt the art of one of these,
Well then I say my friend,
You know that you have lived,