This arrangement of A Likely Tale of Famed Acquisition pays homage to Paperworld by Woody.

Listen to A Likely Tale of Famed Acquisition by Richard Charles Stevens (Paperworld Suite)

I got you

Through hell and high water

From Townsville to the rock of Gibraltar

A friend to no end

With no end of good sense

When commending the strength of the mortar

Depend on me to bend the seas

And calm the waters breathlessly

To see thee providentially esteemed

Feel somewhat unconventionally believed

Redeemed through the telepathy of dream

.

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

.

I got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

I got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

I got you

Got you

Got you

Won’t drop you

.

I got you

When fate intervenes

Proceeds to dictate inescapable means

Howls in your face

Takes you straight to your knees

Snaking its trail through the wake of dead leaves

Making you frail

For the sake of bled streams

Reawakening to nature

Reinvented by the breeze

Every pitfall screened can be prevented then with ease

Ventures tend to end less pained

Famed of fresh belief

.

I got you indeed

When the skin of your teeth seems to be the only way to brave degenerative theme

To hell and back

Actually

Scrap that

To Zion

Fact is I’m that big cat to emphatically rely on

Pride myself on having backs

No price on value added tax

Get high on natural habitat

One handshake and I sign on

I got you

Like voltage to a pylon

That way

When you sleep

It leaves a light on

.

I got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

I got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

I got you

Got you

Got you

Won’t drop you

.

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

.

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

.
I’ve got you

Through every last trial

Would spot you a smile

With your own in denial

Remind you I’ve been here sincere all the while

Go the whole extra mile when it’s not due

When life rocks you to foundations

Make this opportune occasion

And adopt true innovation

To remind which way you’re facing

Stop the monsoon of your mind’s untimely racing
Not the type inclined to idle gazing
Every time life’s trails are isolating
You will find me patiently awaiting
Not because I’m due a brand new plaything
Not my style beguiling with ignominious persuasion
May remain anonymous
Donate it to your consciousness
To sub let ground to provenant narration

.

Go your own way

Know this though

I got you

From the cradle to the grave

Each recited cycle chained

Like a phoenix rises flamed

From steeped hinds to lion’s mane

For as sure as light relies on shade

I got you

Leap with faith

Feel safe here

I won’t drop you

Leap with faith

Feel safe here

I won’t drop you

Raised the way of gentleman

I’ll match your stride’s momentum

For this friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you
This friend’s bereft of ending

And I got you

.

I got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you
I got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you
I got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

I got you

Got you

Got you

Got you

I got you

Got you

Got you

Won’t drop you

.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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This arrangement of Requiem pays homage to Banshee by The Mental Block.

Listen to Requiem by Richard Charles Stevens (Banshee Suite)

Hearts unmasked and ablaze
.

My bones were fractured
Still the mascot flowers grew and bid resume
To the most animate of hyperactive bloom
.
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore
My concave heart
Forevermore her tomb

(Requiem)
.

I walked barefoot cross broken glass
Grasping faded photographs
Portraits of a chime long passed
Each a timeless work of art
My bleeding heart
Twas opencast
Protruding part
Of noble class
Came to this place
To expiate
Anticipate
The coup de grâce

.
As my flesh decayed
Then fell away
Her restless eyes didst nowise wellaway
Whichsoever way I bled
My longing veins upon She quenched
Forever kept
Thence wept myself awake
(Requiem)
.

Hearts unmasked and ablaze

.
We danced in the flames
Advanced past bitter fates
Avant-garde dinner dates
Hearts unmasked
And ablaze
Deeper and deeper we fell beneath spell
Heavenly creatures undressed of our hells
.
Kissing death’s lips with the breaths we expelled
Swimming eclipse to replenish the well
Kissing death’s lips with the breaths we expelled
Swimming eclipse to replenish the well
.

Kissing death’s lips
Kissing
Kissing death’s lipstick
Kissing death’s lips with the breath we expelled

Kissing death’s lips
Kissing
Kissing death’s lipstick
Swimming eclipse to replenish the well

.

My bones were fractured
Still the mascot flowers grew and bid resume
To the most animate of hyperactive bloom

(Requiem)
.

No mortal coil to spoil the vista
Human foil to boil and blister
Even when the cold soil gripped her corpse
Her thoughts were free
.
No mortal coil to spoil the vista
Human foil to boil and blister
Even when the cold soil gripped her corpse
Her thoughts were free
(Requiem)
.
Led beside to lie in ruin
Death reprised of my own doing
Crept inside my bones
Tattooing chromosomes
Thereby renewing overtones of She
Her highness
Siren of the Sea
And as I died
The high tide guided me
To where devoured the light from me
.
Led beside to lie in ruin
Death reprised of my own doing
Crept inside my bones
Tattooing chromosomes
Thereby renewing overtones of She
Her highness
Siren of the Sea
And as I died
The high tide guided me
To where devoured the light from me
.
The empty bed
Felt warm beside me
Whispering of rivers cried me
As before me
So behind me
All I saw was She
Each little death
We met anew
I bled divine to wed her true
Fragile as December dew
My restless eyes caressed the view
.
My heart bled red with fire
And crackled valiant and true
As I rode astride her chariot
Enamoured of the view
Angels and demons
Proclaimed their allegiance
Of no known impedance
So whole was our truth
.
The skies were black and blue
Their scars remarked of ashen hue
To height of fashion long impassioned to renew
.

My bones were fractured
Still the mascot flowers grew and bid resume
To the most animate of hyperactive bloom
.
Hearts unmasked and ablaze
.
We danced in the flames
Advanced past bitter fates
Avant-garde dinner dates
Hearts unmasked
And ablaze
Deeper and deeper we fell beneath spell
Heavenly creatures undressed of our hells
.

We danced in the flames
Advanced past bitter fates
Avant-garde dinner dates
Hearts unmasked
And ablaze
Deeper and deeper we fell beneath spell
Heavenly creatures undressed of our hells
.
Kissing death’s lips with the breaths we expelled
Swimming eclipse to replenish the well
Kissing death’s lips with the breaths we expelled
Swimming eclipse to replenish the well
.

Kissing death’s lips
Keeping
Kissing death’s lipstick
Kissing death’s lips with the breath we expelled

Kissing death’s lips
Kissing
Kissing death’s lipstick
Swimming eclipse to replenish the well

.

Kissing death’s lips
Kissing
Kissing death’s lipstick
Kissing death’s lips with the breath we expelled

Kissing death’s lips
Kissing
Kissing death’s lipstick
Swimming eclipse to replenish the well

.
Kissing death’s lips with the breath we expelled
Swimming eclipse to replenish the well

.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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 Of Tenderness Charmed has been published in All of Me Vol. IV, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. This arrangement pays homage to That’s How I’m Living and I Know You Want It by Tony Scott.

Listen to Of Tenderness Charmed by Richard Charles Stevens (Living Out Loud Suite)

the world is right here

the world is right here

the world is right here
in our palm
(raise alarm)

.

life can be cruel
thus i choose to be kind
search for the good within all human kind
live for today so tomorrow can find me
leave myself clues in the hope they’ll remind me
alter my course and then venture forth blindly
spare sparing thoughts for all those who despise me
speak to the many with chosen few words
seek to enrapture through chapter and verse
.
something for nothing and nothing perverse
not one for bluffing of cunning averse
such is forthcoming when numbing our senses
asking attack as to where best defence is
suddenly life takes on different complexion
little but object of lesser affection
should i make friends then i do so for keeps
such is my chosen direction
(affection)
.

maybe just maybe with blind faith unchanging
the world is right here
in our palm

.

maybe just maybe with blind faith unchanging
the world is right here
in our palm
(raise alarm)

.

build the foundations
remain forward facing
embracing with grace every dream famed for chasing
enemies translating friends for the making
this is how eventually we tend to reawaken
.
dare to be different
considered of heart
feast on the breadcrumbs in each piece of art
reach for the skies and make prize of the stars
do so of tenderness charmed
.
life can be cruel
thus i choose to be kind
leave all the anal retention behind
search for the good within all human kind
make the vows true blue hearts move skies to bind

.
we may not speak for a week month or year
yet through words like these
we are never more near
said at the start
i’d be true real sincere
every last artery crystalline clear
so much we say can be misunderstood
but i have blind faith
one fine day we’ll come good
look through the trees to the spellbinding wood
rise from our knees and release mourner’s hood
should we make friends
we should make them for keeps
populate shouldn’t with reasons we should
.
maybe just maybe with blind faith unchanging
the world is right here
in our palm

.

maybe just maybe with blind faith unchanging
the world is right here
in our palm
(raise alarm)

.

build the foundations
remain forward facing
embracing with grace every dream famed for chasing
enemies translating friends for the making
this is how eventually we tend to reawaken
.

life is less cruel
when we choose to be kind
search for the good within all human kind
all of us fall
the cool trick is to rise
put out the call
deny cruel to be kind
should we make friends
then for keeps not pretend
we have and hold something unique to no end

.

maybe just maybe with blind faith unchanging
the world is right here
in our palm

(repeat to fade)

.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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Stop The Clocks has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. This arrangement pays homage to Odd Ball by Flex & Uncle.

Listen to Stop The Clocks by Richard Charles Stevens (Odd Ball Suite)

make a date with destiny anew
.

reconnect the child inside of you
resumed from way back in the day
for memories may serve
yet have a disconcerting tendency to fade

.
we seldom see dependency unless we think sequentially
and venture back to childhoods in our wake
take a trip down mazy lanes to reacquaint faint reveries
present them slack to cut back on the chains
.

stop the clocks
hold your breath
drop the airs and the graces
take every book you ever read
and tear out empty pages
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with destiny anew
.

stop the clocks
hold your breath
tap each vein
and renovate it
take every fraying wire inside your head
and then replace it
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with destiny anew

.

make a date with destiny
make a date with destiny
make a date with destiny anew
.

remembrance for some equates to pain we feel best placed lest we forget
.
for others there exists a hiding place where we delight in retrospect

.

should we aspire to overcome
then we must travel through
get blind drunk then sober up
and realign each view
life soon sees us overrun
with oh so much ado
yet nothing quite as paramount
as taking care of you

.
without such fundamental self pursuit
we make a thousand points with precious few we voice adroit to prove
the true blue hearts we tend to guard from menu cards aloof
while weathered engines fail to start anew

.

ownership is everything
when only in our minds
for our true selves lack showmanship
when peeking through the blinds
holding close our poker chips
our faces wear the lies
we tell ourselves when certain harms are wired
.
regardless of the reminiscence kept
and ammunition left
conditions met request a recognition test imperative
we take each trip down every mazy lane to graze at greater gain
relating understanding where it’s relative
.
stop the clocks
hold your breath
drop the airs and the graces
take every book you ever read
and tear out empty pages
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with destiny anew
.

stop the clocks
hold your breath
tap each vein
and renovate it
take every fraying wire inside your head
and then replace it
dare challenge the view that nothing truly ever changes
and make a date with destiny anew

.
the flowers in our bones can only bloom with light and air
there seems no sense in feeling when ill-tempered to declare
appearances can be deceiving
leading to extensive dealings
yet revealing little but despair

.
relentless as it pens us in to devastate potential gain
with no great lengths extended to explaining its extended stay
a memory can soon become erased
lest we remember
and make a date with love not hate
retouching fate to destiny anew
(stop the clocks)
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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This arrangement of Our Way pays homage to Silly Games by Noise Overload. 

Listen to Our Way by Richard Charles Stevens (Game Suite)

On the rocks
Just ice
And perhaps a twist of lemon
Pour it right
And it might be
Just like kissing heaven
Draw a bath
Submerge
Let your troubles soak away
Listen to my soothing tone
And celebrate the day
.
Celebrate the way you make the world a better place to be
Simply by existing
With such dignity and gracefully
Live your life declining that a moment go to waste you see
My dearest
You need never ever change for me
.
Divine is the kingdom
Of all that is you
Sublime is your vision
Exalted your truth
Each dawn new delighted
Reminds me of you
Each skyline we climb
Redesigned in true blue
.
In your fine name
I am wild
I am brave
You are the coulis that cascades my veins
Yours is the kool aid
On midsummer days
Refreshing and zesting the blessèd terrain
.
One word in kind
And my heart skips two beats
Yet never one time does it picture defeat
Would drop to my knees
Just to kiss your bare feet
Amidst dandelions in bloom
.

Would drop to my knees
Just to kiss your bare feet
Amidst dandelions in bloom
.
I found it in you
The one secret I kept
That one thing true blue
Shed of every dream dreamt
Adventures untold
Each to have and behold
A measureless garden where wild flowers grow
.
I bask in your light
And revise in your shade
Learning fresh ways
To ignite in your flame
Ours is eternity
Twined into braid
Just as has forever been our way
.

Yours is the kool aid
On midsummer days
Refreshing and zesting the blessèd terrain

.

I bask in your light
And revise in your shade
Learning fresh ways
To ignite in your flame
Ours is eternity
Twined into braid
Just as has forever been our way
.

Divine is the kingdom
Of all that is you
Sublime is your vision
Exalted your truth
Each dawn new delighted
Reminds me of you
Each skyline we climb
Redesigned in true blue
.

In your fine name
I am wild
I am brave
You are the coulis that cascades my veins
Yours is the kool aid
On midsummer days
Refreshing and zesting the blessèd terrain
.
One word in kind
And my heart skips two beats
Yet never one time does it picture defeat
Would drop to my knees
Just to kiss your bare feet
Amidst dandelions in bloom

.

One word in kind
And my heart skips two beats
Yet never one time does it picture defeat
Would drop to my knees
Just to kiss your bare feet
Amidst dandelions in bloom

.

Divine is the kingdom
Of all that is you
Sublime is your vision
Exalted your truth
Each dawn new delighted
Reminds me of you
Each skyline we climb
Redesigned in true blue

.

On the rocks
Just ice
And perhaps a twist of lemon
Pour it right
And it might be
Just like kissing heaven
Draw a bath
Submerge
Let your troubles soak away
Listen to my soothing tone
And celebrate the day
.
This love of ours is stunning
And our smile lines most becoming
As we run the race with grace
Embrace the mystic river running
Through two hearts which beat with purpose
For a love so deep and certain
That we need not eyes to prize divine sight
Peek beneath the curtain
.
In your fine name
I am wild
I am brave
You are the coulis that cascades my veins
Yours is the kool aid
On midsummer days
Refreshing and zesting the blessèd terrain
.
One word in kind
And my heart skips two beats
Yet never one time does it picture defeat
Would drop to my knees
Just to kiss your bare feet
Amidst dandelions in bloom
.

This love of ours is stunning
And our smile lines most becoming
As we run the race with grace
Embrace the mystic river running
Through two hearts which beat with purpose
For a love so deep and certain
That we need not eyes to prize divine sight
Peek beneath the curtain
.

This love of ours is stunning
And our smile lines most becoming
As we run the race with grace
Embrace the mystic river running
Through two hearts which beat with purpose
For a love so deep and certain
That we need not eyes to prize divine sight
Peek beneath the curtain
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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This arrangement of Plain As Day pays homage to Paranoize by Break The Limits.

Listen to Plain As Day by Richard Charles Stevens (Paranoize Suite)

same way facing
plain as day

same way facing
plain as day

same way facing
same way facing
same way facing
plain as day
.
same way facing
plain as day

same way facing
plain as day

same way facing
same way facing
same way facing
.

take me out of context
if you will
i don’t belong there
for what i care to share
has no great bearing on my mood
please don’t think me rude
as such is never my intention
nothing i create relates to tension and disquietude

.

don’t mean to intrude
there’s nothing here to misconstrue
for while views may well be my own
there’s little bitter to my tone
would not belittle those i know
releasing spittle as i flow
there is no brittle undertow
to what i riddle as i go

.

we need to feel
before we heal
and i’m the first to see revealed
the hurts we face and bitter pills we swallow
fed against our will
while any sorrow on the page
is gone tomorrow
by the way
thus i feel honoured to remain
the same way facing
plain as day

.

same way facing
plain as day
(plain as day)

.

same way facing
plain as day

same way facing
plain as day

same way facing
same way facing
same way facing
.

should i write something melancholic
doesn’t mean i’m seeking tonic
should i paint a waspish scene
then doesn’t need be vitriolic
should my verses be romantic
doesn’t make me set to frolic
just a man as open-handed as i’m honest

.

whatever the day’s theme
i am as calm as i’m serene
feel just as charmed to breathe the air of chance
as keen to lead a fair advance
my bleeding heart i prise apart to preconceive the seeds of art
guess that’s just the way this dreamer dreams

.

no aim to maim
no names to shame
no games to play
no blame to place
should swords be raised
then i’ll abstain
from making others pain my gain
with great compel to make the world a better place to be
seems like such a waste to me
to venture forth ungraciously
to form opinions hastily
accelerate decree
when i can elevate for free
esteem the celebratory

.

it seems inane to not be on the same side
brace the same tide
breach the breaking waves and brave the wild
in favour reconciled

.
remain beguiled by life
when hate is rife
place weight behind creative drive
to vaporise the vitriol
of vacant eyes residual
in bid to fall with grace
and same way rise
in bid to fall with grace
and same way rise

.

i am a gentle lion brave
with monumental wealth to say
and not a syllable divisible
conditional
disdained
no bad blood bubbles in my veins
for i’m untroubled in my gaze
a noble soul of oath unchanging
to remain the same way facing

reawakening to nature
plain as day

.

reawakening to nature
plain as day

.

we need to feel
before we heal
and i’m the first to see revealed
the hurts we face and bitter pills we swallow
fed against our will
while any sorrow on the page
is gone tomorrow
by the way
thus i feel honoured to remain
the same way facing
plain as day

.

same way facing
plain as day

same way facing
plain as day

same way facing
same way facing
same way facing
plain as day

(repeat to fade)
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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From Afar has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. This arrangement pays homage to Lost It by DJ Force & The Evolution. Featured art is by Maren Klemp.

Listen to From Afar by Richard Charles Stevens (Lost It Suite)

to the river
from afar
catching fireflies in a jar
twinkle twinkle little star
i know precisely what you are
i dream concisely
when invited
to delight thee
open palmed
to the river
from afar
politely charmed
.
it is funny how the river runs
more freely in thy wake
encouraging each feeling
of fragility misplaced
revealing the naïveté one needs to bleed in grace
i dream concisely
when invited to relieve the mighty chains
ordained to bind me
to delusion of misfaith
in light of thee
they rightly fall away
.
here thou art fine
thine hallmarked heart
of fine art and divine
i hear the call
of mystifying splendour
in the vine
in sweep so steeped of venture
i feel betterment to cry
each tear
the milk and honey
running gently down my spine
to testify the sweetened nectar of define
(in light of thee
they rightly fall away)
.
here thou art fine
thine hallmarked heart
of fine art and divine
i hear the call
of mystifying splendour
in the vine
in sweep so steeped of venture
i feel betterment to cry
each tear
the milk and honey
running gently down my spine
to testify the sweetened nectar of define
(in light of thee
they rightly fall away)
.
in light of thee
they fall away
.
the river runs
to call thy name
.
the tall grass sways
to serenade
.
the rising tide
of all thine aid
.
invited to delight thee
open palmed
to the river
from afar
politely charmed
.
here in the profoundest sense
.
lies every dream
i ever dreamt
.
each crowning feeling on request
.
the sweet appeal of longed caress
.
reveals the heart
then fits a stent
.
in jewels bedecked
of rules bereft
.
upon a wing and prayer
it’s blessed
.
one mirrored pair
of feathered crests
.
beautiful in life
as death
.
provable to final breath
(here in the profoundest sense)
.
even then its echoes
are forget-me-nots remembered
never lost
for hand in hand
we fan the living embers
.
fan the living embers
fan the living embers
fan the living embers
.
fan the living embers
fan the living embers
fan the living embers
.
i dream concisely
when invited
to delight thee
open palmed
to the river
from afar
politely charmed
.
here thou art fine
thine hallmarked heart
of fine art and divine
i hear the call
of mystifying splendour
in the vine
in sweep so steeped of venture
i feel betterment to cry
each tear
the milk and honey
running gently down my spine
to testify the sweetened nectar of define
(in light of thee
they rightly fall away)
.
here thou art fine
thine hallmarked heart
of fine art and divine
i hear the call
of mystifying splendour
in the vine
in sweep so steeped of venture
i feel betterment to cry
each tear
the milk and honey
running gently down my spine
to testify the sweetened nectar of define
(they rightly fall away)
.

invited to delight thee
open palmed
to the river
from afar
politely charmed
.
invited to delight thee
open palmed
to the river
from afar
politely charmed
.
here in the profoundest sense
lies every dream
i ever dreamt
each crowning feeling on request
the sweet appeal of longed caress
reveals the heart
then fits a stent
in jewels bedecked
of rules bereft
upon a wing and prayer
it’s blessed
one mirrored pair
of feathered crests
.
here thou art fine
thine hallmarked heart
of fine art and divine
i hear the call
of mystifying splendour
in the vine
in sweep so steeped of venture
i feel betterment to cry
each tear
the milk and honey
running gently down my spine
to testify the sweetened nectar of define
.
in light of thee
they rightly fall away
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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This arrangement of Fantastical Dash pays homage to Ready To Go by Republica.

Listen to Fantastical Dash by Richard Charles Stevens (Ready To Go Suite)

Crystallise a dream
.
Crystallise a dream
.
Race you to the sunset
And while daylight isn’t done yet
I shall pocket you the moon
Then build a rocket ship for two
For the monopoly on view
To where the crockery is new
In curiosity renewed
By dreams so modestly accrued
.
Race you to the river side
To wade through stream revivified
With great esteem we dignified
By sitting pretty side-by-side
Giddy from the spinning top
We rode atop delighting in variety of ways to slip and slide
(Slip and slide)
(Slide)
Shifting in a nifty drift of mist permitted lift
As we resisted urge to purge
Were then acquitted of our crimes
Had we persisted misaligned
Then we’d have missed the distant light
Which guided intermittently and cryptically reminded
Of a history reliant and intrinsically reprising
(Intrinsically reprising)
(Reprising)
(Reprising)
.
Race you to the sunset
And while daylight isn’t done yet
I shall pocket you the moon
Then build a rocket ship for two
For the monopoly on view
To where the crockery is new
In curiosity renewed
By dreams so modestly accrued
.
Race you to the fresh horizon
Under a whole wealth of guises
Trying out the stars for size
To prize a sight our hearts assign
To each petite beat sweet of neat design
Ours tolls a some way kinder chime than mine all mine
Thus with blinders open wide we redefine
.
Race you to the oldest wisest tree
We ever dreamed
Some place where both light and shade are interlaced beneath
Grab yourself a clutch of leaves and toss them to the skies
For here within this haven safe
You’ll only see them rise
Race you to the stop sign
Then what say we keep on going
Open hearts outgrow their scars
Even when they’re slowing
What the future holds for us
There’s no real way of knowing
Yet sitting pretty side-by-side we’ll keep this river flowing
.
Race you to the sunset
And while daylight isn’t done yet
I shall pocket you the moon
Then build a rocket ship for two
For the monopoly on view
To where the crockery is new
In curiosity renewed
By dreams so modestly accrued
.
Race you to the fresh horizon
Under a whole wealth of guises
Trying out the stars for size
To prize a sight our hearts assign
To each petite beat sweet of neat design
Ours tolls a some way kinder chime than mine all mine
Thus with blinders open wide we redefine
With blinders open wide we redefine
.
Play hide and seek with me
Let us find the secrets of their flight
.

(Crystallise a dream)
Play by day
Then whence it fades
Release them to the night
.
Play by day
Then whence it fades
Release them to the night
.
I shall pocket you the moon
Then build a rocket ship for two
In faith that we can breathe the dead space back to life again
Race you to the climbing frame
Let’s hang there from our knees
Sitting pretty side-by-side on high terrain foreseen
Through eyes so wide
They crystallised a dream
Famed creation some place in-between
.
Eyes so wide
They crystallise
Eyes so wide
They crystallise
Eyes so wide
They crystallise a dream
.
Eyes so wide
They crystallise
Eyes so wide
They crystallise
Eyes so wide
They crystallise a dream
.
Crystallise a dream
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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This arrangement of Plain As Day pays homage to Geno by Dexys Midnight Runners.

Listen to Plain As Day by Richard Charles Stevens (Geno Suite)

same way facing plain as day
same way facing plain as day
same way facing plain as day
plain as day
plain as day
same way facing plain as day
same way facing plain as day
plain as day
plain as day
plain as day
.
take me out of context
if you will
i don’t belong there
for what i care to share
has no great bearing on my mood
please don’t think me rude
as such is never my intention
nothing i create relates to tension and disquietude
.
don’t mean to intrude
there’s nothing here to misconstrue
for while views may well be my own
there’s little bitter to my tone
would not belittle those i know
releasing spittle as i flow
there is no brittle undertow
to what i riddle as i go
.
we need to feel
before we heal
and i’m the first to see revealed
the hurts we face and bitter pills we swallow
fed against our will
while any sorrow on the page
is gone tomorrow
by the way
thus i feel honoured to remain
the same way facing
plain as day
.
we need to feel
before we heal
and i’m the first to see revealed
the hurts we face and bitter pills we swallow
fed against our will
while any sorrow on the page
is gone tomorrow
by the way
thus i feel honoured to remain
the same way facing
plain as day
.
same way facing plain as day
same way facing plain as day
same way facing plain as day
plain as day
.
should i write something melancholic
doesn’t mean i’m seeking tonic
should i paint a waspish scene
then doesn’t need be vitriolic
should my verses be romantic
doesn’t make me set to frolic
just a man as open-handed as i’m honest
.
whatever the day’s theme
i am as calm as i’m serene
feel just as charmed to breathe the air of chance
as keen to lead a fair advance
my bleeding heart i prise apart to preconceive the seeds of art
guess that’s just the way this dreamer dreams
.
we need to feel
before we heal
and i’m the first to see revealed
the hurts we face and bitter pills we swallow
fed against our will
while any sorrow on the page
is gone tomorrow
by the way
thus i feel honoured to remain
the same way facing
plain as day
.
no aim to maim
no names to shame
no games to play
no blame to place
should swords be raised
then i’ll abstain
from making others pain my gain
with great compel to make the world a better place to be
.
seems like such a waste to me
to venture forth ungraciously
to form opinions hastily
accelerate decree
when i can elevate for free
esteem the celebratory
.
it seems inane to not be on the same side
brace the same tide
breach the breaking waves and brave the wild
in favour reconciled
remain beguiled by life
when hate is rife
place weight behind creative drive
to vaporise the vitriol
of vacant eyes residual
in bid to fall with grace
and same way rise
in bid to fall with grace
and same way rise
.
i am a gentle lion brave
with monumental wealth to say
and not a syllable divisible
conditional
disdained
no bad blood bubbles in my veins
for i’m untroubled in my gaze
a noble soul of oath unchanging
to remain the same way facing
reawakening to nature
plain as day
reawakening to nature
plain as day
.
we need to feel
before we heal
and i’m the first to see revealed
the hurts we face and bitter pills we swallow
fed against our will
while any sorrow on the page
is gone tomorrow
by the way
thus i feel honoured to remain
the same way facing
plain as day
.
we need to feel
before we heal
and i’m the first to see revealed
the hurts we face and bitter pills we swallow
fed against our will
while any sorrow on the page
is gone tomorrow
by the way
thus i feel honoured to remain
the same way facing
plain as day
.
same way facing plain as day
same way facing plain as day
same way facing plain as day
same way facing plain as day
same way facing
same way facing
same way facing plain as day
same way facing
same way facing
same way facing plain as day
.
plain as day (repeat to fade)
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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This arrangement of Hopscotch pays homage to Laidback Lane by Shades of Thunder.

Listen to Hopscotch by Richard Charles Stevens (Laidback Lane Suite)

Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
.
Come to me
I yearn to taste the grapes of your desire
Turn and face the demon
Lean the way of ageless fire
Come to me
Embrace the flesh
The veinlets I bequeath
Better yet
Come nestle underneath
.
This night has teeth
The air it bites
Incisors keen
To tear aside
The husk of dusk
And glare inside
To where the fairest heaven lies
With lust
It thrusts
Robust
It slides
Just enough
To tantalise
Thus the husk be sanctified
Every head rush amplified
While candid eyes romanticise
Discovery by candle light
.
Come to me
Beneath quicksilver moon
While candelabra flickers
Trace the outline of my face
Apace
To make my heart beat quicken
Come to me
Embrace the flesh
The veinlets I bequeath
Make arcane provision
In my keep
Come to me
Embrace the flesh
The veinlets I bequeath
Make arcane provision
In my keep
.
(Come)
(Come)
(Come)
(Come)
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
(Come)
(Come)
(Come)
(Come)
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
(Come)
(Come)
(Come)
(Come)
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
(Come)
(Come)
(Come)
(Come)
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
.
Here the river red runs deep
Every time the bled sun weeps
When fatigued legs become weak
Lending the caress some seek
Ceaseless are outrunning streams
Plumbing depths of stunning dreams
Thrumming wild eyed
Touching void
On the cusp
Discussing Freud
With just
It thrusts
Robust
It slides
Just enough
To blush my thighs
Pardon me
These lustful eyes
Alas
I simply must abide
.
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
Pardon me
These lustful eyes
Alas
I simply must abide
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
Alas
I simply must abide
Alas
I simply must abide
(Feel it)
(Feel it)
(Feel it)
(Feel it)
(Feel it)
(Feel it)
(Feel it beat)
Alas
I simply must abide
.
Come to me
Do come inside
I yearn to taste the grapes of your desire
Turn and face the demon
Speak its name
And lean the way of ageless fire
Come to me
Embrace the flesh
The veinlets I bequeath
Grace the mystic river
Whilst we bleed
Whilst candelabra flickers
Plant thine seed beneath mine grate
Meet me at the great gate
Feel no wasteful need to placate
Reach with keen
In the display case
Place both hands around my heart
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
Come to me
To where the end is ready then to start
(Come)
(Come)
Come to me
To where the end is ready then to start
.
Here the river red runs deep
Every time the bled sun weeps
When fatigued legs become weak
Lending the caress some seek
Ceaseless are outrunning streams
Plumbing depths of stunning dreams
Thrumming wild eyed
Touching void
On the cusp
Discussing Freud
With just
It thrusts
Robust
It slides
Just enough
To blush my thighs
Pardon me
These lustful eyes
Alas
I simply must abide
.
Pardon me
These lustful eyes
Alas
I simply must abide
.
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
(Come)
(Come)
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it beat)
(Feel it)
(Feel it)
(Feel it beat)
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
.
This night has teeth
The air it bites
Incisors keen
To tear aside
The husk of dusk
And glare inside
To where the fairest heaven lies
With lust
It thrusts
Robust
It slides
Just enough
To tantalise
Thus the husk be sanctified
Every head rush amplified
While candid eyes romanticise
Discovery by candle light
.
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
Come to me
To where the end is ready then to start
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

Click here to purchase All of Me Vol. I, II, III, IV, V & VI

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