And here is my old fashioned CD.
A massive thanks to Geoffrey Nicholson for all his work on putting the artwork together for me and for arranging the production of the discs. I’m absolutely over the moon with the quality! I’ve been meaning to do this for years, a huge thanks to Sean Weekly for the cover art photo he took of me years back on a gig.
As always a massive thanks to all the amazing artists who have assisted me on many of the tracks.
Please message me if anyone is interested in purchasing a CD, I'm selling them for £10 plus postage.
Also available as a Spotify playlist here!
Seize the day
On a spiral
Staircase
Walk towards the light
A heavily mist
Surrounds you
See, that glorious sight
Loved ones
Come to greet you
A field, of fragrance flowers
See, the darkness fade
To the golden towers
Seize the day
And seize the night
Seize the moment
Seize, all of life
A sky full of stars
That glow, eternity
Everyone, a heartbeat
That belongs, to you and me
We all have an angel
Angels, with golden wings
So warm, wraps around you
Loves, and brings you in
Seize the day
And sieze the night
Seize the moment
Seize, all of life
So reach out with your hand
Breath out your last
The unknown of the future
Leave the ghosts of the past
Seize the day
And sieze the night
Seize the moment
Seize, all of life
Carpe diem
Carpe noctem
Carpe momentum
Carpe omnem vitam
Talk...
This is not the end
Only the beginning
Cast a stone across the river
Watch the waters shimmer..
Lyric by Michael James Lee
Sometimes
I THOUGHT
I’D GOT OVER YOU
CARRIED ON
THE BEST I COULD
BUT I DIDN’T REALISE
THE HEARTACHE
I’D BEEN THROUGH
SO, WHEN YOU WALKED
INTO THE CAFÉ
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
OR WHAT TO SAY
ALL I KNEW WAS
MY HEART STILL BEATS FOR YOU
YOU WERE HARD TO FIND
SO EASY TO LOSE
BUT
I KEPT ON LOVING YOU
SOMETIMES IT WAS EASY
OTHER TIMES IT WAS HARD
DID YOU EVER THINK OF ME
OR
DID YOU JUST DISCARD
I THOUGHT
I’D GOT OVER YOU
SHOOK YOU OUTTA MY MIND
TRIED TO KEEP MYSELF BUSY
TO FIND SOMETHING NEW
BUT
WHEN YOU CAUGHT MY EYE IN THE CAFÉ
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SHOULD I WALK OR SHOULD I STAY
ALL I KNEW
WAS MY HEART STILL BEATS FOR YOU
YOU WERE HARD TO FIND
SO EASY TO LOSE
BUT I I KEPT LOVING YOU
KEPT LOVING YOU
SOMETIMES IT WAS EASY
OTHER TIMES IT WAS HARD
DID YOU EVER THINK OF ME
DID YOU JUST DISCARD
SOMETIMES IT WAS EASY
OTHER TIMES IT WAS HARD
DID YOU EVER THINK OF ME
DID YOU JUST DISCARD
ALL OUR MEMORIES
YOU WERE HARD TO FIND
SO EASY TO LOSE
BUT
I KEPT ON LOVING YOU
YOU WERE HARD TO FIND
SO EASY TO LOSE
BUT
MY HEART STILL BEATS FOR YOU MY HEART
MY HEART STILL BEATS FOR YOU
Lyric by Andrew Shipp
Dad
Dad, you've been my guiding light
From the moment I opened up my eyes
Through all the ups
and all the downs
You've always been there
always around
You taught me how to laugh,
and how to be strong
You showed me right
from wrong all along
Oh Dad my hero
my best friend
With your love
there's no need
No need to pretend
Through thick and thin,
you've stood there by my side
Dad, your love
fills me with so much pride
Coz this song is a tribute
to your love so true
Dad, I'm forever grateful
for everything you do
You taught me how to laugh,
and how to be strong
You showed me right
from wrong all along
Oh Dad my hero
my best friend
With your love
there's no need
No need to pretend
There’s So many things I wish that you’d have seen
And So many places
I wish that you could have been
You taught me how to laugh,
and how to be strong
You showed me right
from wrong all along
Oh, Dad, my hero
my best friend
With your love
there's no need
No need to pretend
Oh, Dad, my hero
my best friend
With your love
there's no need
No need to pretend
YOUR GAME
IT HURTS SO MUCH
FEELS LIKE FIRE
BURNING INSIDE OF ME
TEARS FLOW
BUT YOU DON’T SEE
AND YOU DON’T KNOW
WHAT THIS IS DOING TO ME
WHEN YOU SAY SO LITTLE
THEN YOU CAN BE
A PLAYER
IN YOUR OWN GAME
OH IT HURTS SO MUCH
WHEN YOU GLARE
AT ME THAT WAY
AND MAKE IT CLEAR
WHAT I SAY
WILL NEVER DESERVE
AN ANSWER
THAT MY OPINION
REALLY DOESN’T MATTER
I DON’T WANT
TO HURT YOU
BUT I NEED
YOU TO FEEL MY PAIN
THEN YOU CAN BE
A PLAYER IN YOUR OWN LITTLE GAME
BUT IT SAYS
SO MUCH TO ME
I DON’T WANT
TO HURT YOU
BUT I NEED
YOU TO FEEL MY PAIN
WHY IS IT
THAT I’M WRONG
WHEN I’M RIGHT
NEED TO BE STRONG
PUT UP A FIGHT
TO SING MY OWN SONG
BE FREE AS A BIRD IN
THEN YOU CAN BE
A PLAYER
IN YOUR OWN GAME
A PLAYER
IN YOUR OWN GAME
THEN YOU CAN BE
A PLAYER IN YOUR OWN GAME
A PLAYER IN YOUR OWN GAME
BUT IT SAYS
SO MUCH TO ME
I DON’T WANT
TO HURT YOU
BUT I NEED
YOU TO FEEL MY PAIN
LYRIC BY ANDREW SHIPP
Whiskey rivers
Been at the bottom
Of many whiskey rivers
Body shots, taken
The fevers and shivers
Dark smokey bars
The sun creeping in
A redemption shot, my dear
To redeem all my sins
At the bar, of lonely
In a round, just for one
Those, one for the road days
Are all but since, gone
Lady lucks not smiling
She left me long ago
As father time ticks on
The hour glass, so slow
Well life, it tells a story
Of many broken dreams
I've sat with the broken
And Ive sat with the queens
Been down many roads
It leads, no one knows
Be gracious at the top
Cos coming downs not slow
I'm drowning, i'm drowning
Whiskey rivers
I'm drowning i'm drowning
Lord, oh forgive us
I’m drowning lord
Lady lucks not smiling
She left me long ago
As father time ticks on
The hour glass, so slow
Lady lucks not smiling
She left me long ago
As father time ticks on
The hour glass, so slow
Drown your sorrows
In whiskey rivers
Times just borrowed
Oh whiskey rivers
Lyric by Michael James Lee
From where I came
These are the streets
These are the corners
These are the cobblestones
That lay here before us
These days are golden
These days of olden
we didn’t know it
Cos nobody told us
Chorus
Long summer days
No days are the same
Oh these are , the streets
From where I came
Billys got a stick gun
Johnnys got a tennis ball
Tommy’s playing world war
Wembleys a painted wall
Lifting up the big cup
Georgie best has scored again
Fishing in the big lake
Eating chocolate
Throwing cake
These are the streets
These are the corners
These are the cobblestones
That lay there before us
Long summer days
No days are the same
Oh these are , the streets
From where I came
Billys got a stick gun
Johnnys got a tennis ball
Tommy’s playing world war
Wembleys a painted wall
Long summer days
No days are the same
Oh these, the streets
From where I came
Written by Michael James lee
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