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Outrider
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Outrider by steph sweet
Written, performed, recorded and produced by steph sweet in England August 2015
Feral at seventeen, we’d stay up all night and listen to rock.
Motorbike speed queen, she rode hard and fast and tough.
The sun shines a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
Shadows like a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
Rain falls a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
The sun shines a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
Feral at seventeen, wayward and crazy and wild.
Black and chrome dream machines, we’d leave the dirty city behind.
The sun shines a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
Shadows like a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
Rain falls a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
The sun shines a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
Feral at seventeen, we’d stay up all night and listen to rock.
The sun shines a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
Shadows like a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
Rain falls a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
The sun shines a certain way and I’m thinking about you.
She can’t be hanging around.
Outrider ride on.
Rider ride on.
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fuzzyfeeling
04:57
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fuzzy feeling by steph sweet
Written, performed, recorded and produced by steph sweet in England August 2015
Eyes bright and head high, dressed up under city lights.
Eyes bright and head high, scanning for a certain smile,
Gloss and gleam.
Eyes bright and head high, dressed up under city lights.
Eyes bright and head high, scanning for a certain smile.
Ooh got a feeling, got a fuzzy kind of feeling
That you like me honey, that you like me yeah.
Ooh this evening, get a funny kind of feeling
That you like me sugar, that you like me yeah.
Ooh got a feeling, got a freaky kind of feeling
That you like me baby, that you like me yeah.
Ooh this evening, get a fuzzy kind of feeling
That you like me honey, that you like me yeah.
You say that you really like me, even though you know I go crazy.
Bar lights and bass beats, sparkle eye and shiny teeth.
Bar lights and bass beats, minking on the city streets.
Tall and lithe and long and lean.
Bar lights and bass beats, sparkle eye and shiny teeth.
Bar lights and bass beats, minking on the city streets.
Ooh got a feeling, got a fuzzy kind of feeling
That you like me honey, that you like me yeah.
Ooh this evening, get a funny kind of feeling
That you like me sugar, that you like me yeah.
Ooh got a feeling, got a freaky kind of feeling
That you like me baby, that you like me yeah.
Ooh this evening, get a fuzzy kind of feeling
That you like me honey, that you like me yeah.
Light eyes and tail high, dancing in a starry sky.
Light eyes and tail high, glitter on a starry night.
Shimmer and sheen.
Light eyes and tail high, dancing in a starry sky.
Light eyes and tail high, glitter on a starry night.
Ooh got a feeling, got a fuzzy kind of feeling
That you like me honey, that you like me yeah.
Ooh this evening, get a funny kind of feeling
That you like me sugar, that you like me yeah.
Ooh got a feeling, got a freaky kind of feeling
That you like me baby, that you like me yeah.
Ooh this evening, get a fuzzy kind of feeling
That you like me honey, that you like me yeah.
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Doris
03:19
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Doris by steph sweet
Written, performed, recorded and produced by steph sweet in England 2015
Meander under elder, going there in the sun.
It is just in reach, it is over there at the fair, at the fair.
So many days with the ground so cold.
It is just in reach oh yeah.
It is over there and it is so fine.
And there’s shiny silks and sweet things at the fair.
Lighter than airbright sun, oh yeah.
Lords in light, like the brightest star.
It is in the air like sun.
And there’s feasting there.
It is so fine.
It is so fine, yeah.
And we’re going to the fair.
And we’re going to the fair.
And we’re going to the fair.
And all of my friends will be there.
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Voyeur
04:17
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Voyeur by steph sweet
Written, performed, recorded and produced by steph sweet in England July 2015
Seems like you prefer this life.
You like to keep it locked up tight.
Then chose a new one for tonight for you to view.
Stalkers here, stalker there.
A commonplace daily affair.
Lurking, lurking, lurking
Roll up! Roll up!
To the world’s biggest cyber-freak show.
For you tonight, a hundred, thousand goggling trolls.
Looking, looking, looking at you.
Looking, looking, looking at you.
Stalkers here, stalkers there.
A commonplace daily affair.
Snap here, snip there.
Stolen tights and strands of hair.
Sniffing, sniffing, sniffing at you.
Roll up! Roll up!
To the world’s biggest cyber-freak show.
For you tonight.
Seems like you prefer this life.
You like to keep her locked up tight.
A voyeur’s need, a voyeur’s right.
Keep her to view.
Keep her to view.
Keep her to view.
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A Velvet Ghost
03:35
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A velvet ghost
Written, performed and recorded by Steph Sweet in England May 2015
Soon, a velvet ghost steals you away
To where the hawthorn floats.
Takes you beyond the trees,
Under the bridge and the black, Irish clouds
Out to sea.
Soon, a velvet ghost in faded blue
Goes gathers toads and stoats.
Takes you beneath the tilth.
Under the root and the horn and the hoof,
Underneath.
Soon, a velvet ghost is come for you.
To go where I cannot.
Takes you far out of reach.
Under the water to the waning moon’s daughter.
Out to sea.
A velvet ghost.
A velvet ghost.
For Kay ♥
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Rape
03:40
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Rape
Written, recorded and produced by Steph Sweet in July 2015 in England
Holding, waiting, hoping, praying.
Those who do not hear, a mire, a morass.
A crack, a slit, a hairless abyss,
A crevice, a bloodied ravine,
Iron-claw man.
Eager forceps.
Blocking the hands,
Pushing away the mounting mass.
Methodical pincers,
Sterilised fingers,
Bending, breaking. Insatiable hands.
Fighting and shoving and clawing,
Keep breathing, keep moving.
I’m fighting and shoving, not screaming,
Breathing.
Keep moving.
I’m blocking and stopping and halting
And running. And running.
Keep running.
Skitter in silver light, barefoot and bleeding.
Hurry up the hill, keep breathing, keep breathing.
Footfall.
A van door goes slamming behind me.
Stop, freeze, go silent.
Footfall.
Van door.
Fighting and shoving and clawing,
Keep breathing, keep moving.
Breathing, I’m fighting and shoving, not screaming.
Breathing.
Keep moving.
I’m blocking and stopping and halting
And running. And running.
Keep running.
In silver light, barefoot and bleeding.
Hurry up the hill, keep breathing, keep breathing.
“ What d’you think you’re gonna do? Where d’you think you’re gonna go?
What d‘you think you‘re gonna do? Where d‘you think you’re gonna go? ”
Fighting and shoving and clawing,
Keep breathing, keep moving.
I’m fighting and shoving, not screaming,
Breathing.
Keep moving.
I’m blocking and stopping and halting
And running. And running.
Keep running.
Skitter in silver light, barefoot and bleeding.
Hurry up the hill.
Keep breathing.
Keep breathing.
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everwater
04:22
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Ever Water by steph sweet
Written, performed, recorded and produced by steph sweet in England 2015
It is estimated that 5 million souls were murdered during the Burning Times. Not all of them followed the Old Religion, some were physically deformed or mentally ill or homosexual. Others were unfortunate enough to be envied, or lusted after, or wanted rid of. Others were slaughtered for their faith. Others were merely household animals.
If this had happened with another religion, these atrocities would be called genocide. There would be at least one national holiday, memorial arboretums and tributes would be offered in memory of the innocent dead.
And so this song is for those poor souls, those murdered, with all my love
Merry meet
O dear god not me, no not again.
See them come like crows, his henchmen.
See them come like dogs eager for the prey.
O dear god not me, no, not again.
Going down for a third time.
Going down for a third time.
O dear god not me, no not again.
For raping a witch, no man will ever hang.
O dear god not me.
But my god can’t hear me.
Going down for a third time.
Going down for a third time.
Ever water my grave.
See my breath like stars,
Hung out high above me.
Losing sight of the sky.
Bound and drowned for a third time.
Bound and drowned for a third time.
Bound and drowned for a third time.
Ever water over me.
Ever water over me.
Ever water……
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Despair
02:58
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Despair by steph sweet
Written, performed, recorded and produced by steph sweet in England August 2015
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing but despair.
Lost, always lost.
A never ending freefall.
Lost.
No-one.
Closing in.
Black tar.
No-one.
I’m no-one.
It’s like I can’t stop hearing the screaming;
The animals, the people, the planet.
The screaming.
There’s nothing I can do.
There’s nothing I can do
I’m no-one.
Despair.
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Unseen Air
03:59
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Steph Sweet UK
Born under a cloud of red Saharan sand and singing before I could talk.
“Deeply embracing a true underground
spirit is Steph Sweet. It is ushered in with a specifity to it all that lingers on the margins of the fine line between genius and madness, but you don’t hear music like this too often.”
U&I Music Magazine
2014
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