Steve Low by Steve Low

December 09, 2016 COUNTER CULTURE

COUNTER CULTURE

When you fling your head it’s like a star burst rainbow shower

Can’t take my eyes off you - you got planet pulling power

And you speak in folky tones of African villagers

Got me thinkin’ of myself as wanton and a pillager

Hooked like a big cat watching prey move

I’m burning in the mouth with the way that you groove

Yeah I wanna get with you

And your counter culture yeah your counter culture

I’ll do anything for you

And your counter culture and your counter culture

Everything is snaky rhythm in behind the wooden doors

We’re clawing at the bed sheets - riding on the woven floors

I gotta integrate and meet your group of love and hate

You’re idealistic in your revolution suits of fate

I’m stripping off my silver suit and making out I give a hoot

About a new and different way of camouflage and verbal spray

With olive skin across your mound

I’m desperate for your underground

Nothing gonna dent my drive

You cut my heart up with a knife

4 min

August 14, 2016 JUST STORIES

Just Stories

You’re talking about those times we had

Like they were Shangri La days that you adored

Like the meaning of life was so close

But you’re just trying to soothe my wounds so raw

There were times when our blood was running hot

Locked on eyes staring at the same dreams

Oh yeah hey - you can talk it up - but they’re just stories now

Yeah those snap-shots of happy faces - they’re just stories now

You and me bathing under stars - they’re just stories now.

Yeah I meet you in the street and you smile

You ask me how I’m doing like no wounds disfigure

You’ve new guys enhancing life’s rich palette

You’ve needed that so you pulled the trigger

Your hands smooth your pleated skirt

Bet you ‘ve an engagement you’re rushing to

I guess he’s heard about the good times we had

And that I wasn’t quite right for you

3 min

June 26, 2016 POLITICAL

Political - Song writing submission to Broadjam

A sultry night and a sulky me

I’m layin ’here all over you

Waitin’ for that moment of serenity

But the TV’s on and it’s grabbed your ears

You’re up on elbow a teacher’s glare

Angered by gratuitous policy

So I say I say I say hey best you don’t get political

I say I say I say hey you make yourself too miserable

I say I say I say hey my want for you is critical

So I say hey for us tonight best you don’t get political

Your skin it’s warm and softly lit

Your lips are dark and ripe to kiss

I’m holding in this tiger in my boney cage

But no oh no you’re standing up

Your fist is in the TV’s face

Hey honey tart I’ve lost out to your rage

Your face is pregnant like you’re right

And all those mothers they all wrong

And why ain’t I up kickin in the TV screen

Your pullin me up by my arm

I say come on gal you gotta be calm

I’m bustin’ just to love you hey that’s my dream

You’re carin’ ‘bout this country here so much

But I’m here hey I’m pleadin’ for your touch

3 min

June 09, 2016 CAFE RITUAL

Café Ritual

You’re a nugget drilled into my head

It’s morning and your street is sweet gasoline

You stop and you’re fixing up your hair

In the window of the café where you always used to preen

Then the sound of scraping chairs

Your voice is golden

And your lapping up your friends

And the coffees gotten hold of the swirling of the air

You’re on the ceiling

Your coffee creaming

While I work silently in this long distance nowhere

Trapped inside my head

With your café ritual

We said it’s too far apart to carry on

What you were to me was left up to chance

And the coffee grind’s enticing to the street

To anyone who might just take your heart

You’re warm inside the thick sweet aroma

And I’m the one that you must get over

My brother was the one to let me know

The barista came and made himself known

The café was your ebb and your flow

Now you got a place you call home

4 min

March 18, 2016 AIRCON

AIRCON

Yellow haze and white noise in here - things are getting stale

When you speak you pin me to the wall with a nail

I’m feeling for your touch-screen but you’re switched off again

Your words are bang and bump and blame like a psycho-train

So turn on your air-con air-con flush the blame away

Take off your covering and let’s go press and play

Activate start your air-con take a few big breaths

There’s ugliness inside your mind - put it to the death

Since I been making something of my ordinary life

You been limping badly like you went under the knife

But what is operating is your wayward jealousy

Cancel your inertia and stop hitting me so cheap

So turn on your air-con air-con flush the blame away

Take off your covering and let’s go press and play

Activate start your air-con take a few big breaths

There’s ugliness inside your mind - put it to the death

Back me up – don’t put me down

Want you babe – but not your frown

Let’s go out – let’s go live life

We can laugh – if we live it right

4 min

January 20, 2016 FEELING ALMOST NOTHING

FEELING ALMOST NOTHING

Feeling almost nothing pumping gas

Sweet vapor giving me something back

Heading for that town at Big Lake

Specks of dust and cattle in my wake

I’ll be there too late to drink

That’s OK I need to think

How I’m gonna get my mind

Feeling almost nothing all the time

Water tower’s pass like sailing ships

My cab it rattles loud in starts and fits Like nitrous through a valve it’s therapy

Wash away that taunting imagery

I see her throat her collar bone

Her lips are where I call home

I seek to have this heart of mine

Feeling almost nothing all the time

It’s dark enough to see the Neon sign

Motel it says in red fluorescent lines

I wonder where she lays her pretty head

Who’s she got there laying in her bed

That restless waif discarding me

Opening up and laughing free

Me I’ve got no hope to die

Feeling almost nothing all the time

4 min

January 08, 2016 BLACK LINE

BLACK LINE

Bending like a tree in the wind

Or your waiter at a the bar

I reveal my inner working

Like my like brain’s inside a jar

Everything I think is good

I see you as a shining star

But a black line – you’ve drawn across the floor

A black line – I can’t feel the love no more

A black line – up the wall and across your face

A black line – got me crawling for your grace

You’re the painter of the line

Your eyes are a steely blue

Ever since you met that dude

Who’s honing in on you

What’s he got that I ain’t got

A butt with a rose tattoo? - yes a black line . . .

You’re the modern artist keep it simple is your law

Like you molding up a set of bricks and hello here’s a wall

You ain’t Mrs Subtlety - there’s cement in your jaw

And I the Mr vulnerable stopped naked at the line - as though there’s zapping power in that paint and I’ll be toast for sure this time - but you you look so sharp and hot I wanna reach out and touch your thigh - and movin’ up just with my eyes to watch your face for any sign

But it’s still there a black line …

3 min

December 29, 2015 BAD GUY LAUGHING

BAD GUY LAUGHING

I’m a good guy wailing – howling at the moon From a high rise balcony The city’s at my feet – but my heart’s gone crushed From a cruel felony

Cause you girl – you been – bottom fed lies That I’m the cheating kind By a former friend of mine – he’s soaking in your bath Drinking up your wine

Yeah you got to disregard everything he says He’s sitting at your table He’s a bad guy laughing He lies sure he does and he’s borderline insane I’m misery walkin’ - and he’s a bad guy laughing

Bad guy laughing - at your table

Misery walking – bad guy laughing

He and I are punters – Wall St tyros - and he’s been jealous Cause I cracked the chart – and got you on my hip And now he’s a menace Cause of everything we sought – there’s only one of you Girl you’re outrageous To lacerate my heart – he had to get to you – his story contagious

Yeah girl you are life’s meaning All this capital and stuff is nothing Got to show you that through his scheming He’s become a bad guy laughing

4 min

December 02, 2015 ALL THE HEADLIGHTS

All The Headlights

You yes you’re living in a cage

You’re bouncing off the bars

But it’s my ribs and tissue that’s inflammed

Yes it’s I who’s watching for your car

My roots are deep here in the west

Invested here I have to stay

But you got gypsy in your blood

Your fiddles playing the sounds of Spain

And so I’m watching yes I’m watching

All the headlights - all the headlights

Oh I’m watching yes I’m watching

All the headlights - all the headlights

Coming up over the hill - hoping that one of them is you

Though you’ve had a travelling circus life

You been courting stability

And I’ve been prostrate at your feet

I been licking your toes to sleep

And though you bathe in pleasures warm

I sense our wine is running dry

I know as you commute each morn

You’re not the type to say goodbye

And so I’m watching . . . you

This evening’s sky is coal dust cloud

You’re late and I’m a clairvoyant

This house empty of all sound

This house is empty

3 min

November 15, 2015 SPICES

SPICES

Like I’m browsing near a supermarket stand

The air is thick and loaded close at hand

We’re dancing in a spin

We’re class mates at a gym

My hormone’s are in full flow

I gonna say hey go

Go on with what your thoughts are dreaming

You’re cooking a dish - your sweat is streaming

Your ovens on max and it’s turbo hot

And I’m getting sucked in by the plot

And I’m lovin’ your spices - lovin’ your spice

Lovin’ your spices – lovin’ your spiciness

Like I’m hanging out near an Indian freak out show

You’re lighting up fires and I’m breathing in the smoke

You lead me to the trenches

People lie out on benches

Wanna to be close and still

Cause I got a space to fill

Yeah I want to get to taste your cooking show

Take it on the tongue and feel it glow

Cause when you’re throwin’ it in the grind

Your taste I want right down inside

Cause I’m lovin’ your spices – lovin’ your spices

Lovin’ your spices – lovin your spiciness

Your party’s come to me

A fragrant tidal wave

You danced me to this corner

And I wanna misbehave

I just want to taste your cooking show . . .

3 min

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