Steve Low

Steve Low

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  • Thunder Pants
    Thunder Pants
    Too bad I was your Rembrandt in waiting
    Though you sensed you were Ms Convenience
    So many days in a chamber debating
    Instead of between sheets of Salinas
    There you go again
    Mount Vesuvius – in your hands
    Manufacturing pain
    Emphatically – Thunder Pants
    (your cross you bear is burning dangerously near)
    (Here seeking comfort from anxiety wizened)
    So soon the ejector seat after the thrill
    Brings the acid to the back of your teeth
    You can’t let it go like a Janice girl
    So it’s almost time to lay a wreath
    A rational man would cut you dead
    But testosterone makes fools of the best
    Sometimes it seems that you’re talking nice
    But I know it’s the crack end of the bench
    It’s a midday roast and my tongue is dry
    Anticipating that rapier sledge
    4 min
  • When You Finally Leave
    WHEN YOU FINALLY L:EAVE
    Future sunset Omarama
    Knowing only you will see
    It’s a low brow shrinking ceiling
    A contract without words
    It’s the thick of family
    Harbinger of lonely hearts
    The fate of you and me
    And when you finally leave
    We gotta face it courageously
    When you finally leave
    We gonna have to suck it up – it’s the right thing to do
    We gonna have to draw down on memory
    Fate is born by trajectory
    Attraction mangles fences
    Leaving snow grass blowing free
    And how the years were kind to us
    Yearning for the workplace
    The weekends oh so bleak
    And when you finally leave . . .
    Instrumental
    You got a date stamp – a black hole in the sky - And I got to make way
    You and your Omarama – we’ll both be conscience free
    But how will we feel? . . .
    Cause when you finally . .
    5 min
  • STARLING WARS
    There's a fantastic 70s leaning pop-rock album Ticket to Shangri-La released in 2023 (Young Gun Silver Fox) with a song called Starting Wars. I miss heard and mis-read the title as Starling Wars which seemed a great metaphor for something. It could have applied to a relationship - but the 2 wars going on became the theme
    Starling Wars
    You fly in to foul my nest
    Seeing red I puff out my chest
    Aiming at your catacombs
    Dropping all my guano bombs
    Flit across and I peck at you
    Cause my beliefs are the only truth
    Starling wars it’s about pecking order
    Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter
    I ruffle your feathers
    You think that you’re better
    Ethnically superior
    The plumage of an emperor
    Gonna peck my eye’s right out
    Squawk about it loud and proud
    Starling wars it’s about pecking order
    Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter
    Em7 Dma7 Ami7 G Bb/C F F#m7 B
    Underneath there’s the dove of peace
    Peeking out at the busy streets
    I Wrap your eggs neath protective wings
    Drop a flower confess my sins
    Fleeting thought it just flies away
    Revenge is sweet gonna make you pay
    Starling wars it’s about pecking order
    Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter
    4 min
  • AI Fake Nudes are Booming this Year
    I saw this headline in The Guardian and thought 'song title'. It gives us humans something else bizarre to wrestle with.
    AI FAKE NUDES ARE BOOMING THIS YEAR
    She comes up from harborside.
    Anchor orange and rusty grind
    Flanks of friends - jaded eyes
    Curve and laugh make me decide
    She spins a deft Utopia
    Now I’m starving Ethiopia.
    But AI fake nudes are booming this year.
    Look em in the eye there’s a smiling stare
    AI fake nudes are booming this year
    Say what you like and they won’t care
    Summer winds they soon abate
    While the hooks are steel and barbed
    Now the quips ingratiate
    And the bedroom falls apart
    She spins a deft Utopia
    Now I’m starving Ethiopia.
    But AI fake nudes are booming this year. . .
    Wallowing into internet
    Chained by fingers’ rings
    How something grew from nothing
    And finished less than that
    She spins a deft Utopia . . .
    AI fake nudes are booming this year. . .
    3 min
  • SCREAMING and THROWING UNDIES
    Aside from musical satisfaction and $$$ - the motivations for artists to keeping going can be an addiction to the love from the audience.
    SCREAMING AND THROWING UNDIES
    Take my time with plug-ins
    Connection satisfaction
    Waving arms like a summons
    Pointy introductions
    And soon I’m ridin’ minor sevenths
    Endorphins in my canal
    I’m like a godly presence
    As music funks it’s way around
    But the pessimist inside – says shoot me your lovin’ arrows
    Cause the deficit is – oh - the needing of something so shallow
    Gimme screaming and throwing undies (love me love me love me)
    Gimme screaming and throwing undies
    Career or labour of love
    Try and define it
    Eyeing up those at the front
    Is anyone buyin’ it
    I’m phrasing out the words I wrote
    Looking for misty eyes
    Reaching for a soulful note
    Into clover wrap me tight
    Nature’s opium ride
    Musicality
    Bathing up here in spotlight
    Dopamine alchemy Yeah I’m riding . . .
    5 min
  • SEE YOURSELF AS YOURSELF
    Taking only about 30 min to write this seemed a bit of a throw away but had 'live' potential and so it proved. Looking back through life there's moments you would change if you could . . .
    See Yourself as Yourself
    Look back - go back - look in the rear view mirror
    And see yourself as yourself and shudder
    ‘Bout decisions and actions
    Thinking ‘bout her, flood the mind
    And hormone’s, long slow torture
    Shock of her face, hair in a state
    Can I just go, walk with her
    No no no – verboten – society thick in the air – claustrophobia
    Look back - go back - look in the rear view mirror
    And see yourself as yourself and shudder
    ‘Bout decisions and actions
    Seeing that, ‘out for myself’ thing
    Yeah, that gotta go, grab that pleasure
    Could’ve done that man, some real good
    But instead, closed up shop early
    Grim effort – rode a wave – he’ll be back tomorrow – ok!
    Get back look back, look in the rear view mirror
    And see yourself as yourself and shudder
    ‘Bout decisions and actions
    Yeah yeah yeah. Wo ho a couple of memories
    There’s so many more
    Yeah yeah yeah, so many more, try to bury them yeah
    4 min
  • ART IN HER BONES
    When that title slipped into my mind it was all go and the early verse work felt bluesy with certainly blue notes to sing. The chorus wrote itself around the title with jazz chords. Changing key to the variation was natural enough but quite a long journey back to the verse again.
    Art in her Bones
    Out on the left - she’s made it her home
    Some think she’s weird – and likely getting’ stoned alone
    But I’m on the hook - just reel me in
    It’s the art in her bones - that makes her what she seems to be
    The art in her bones - makes a thrill inside of me
    Sometimes at night- she wakes from a dream
    She runs to her paint – got to liberate that scene
    Then after an hour - she’s layin’ back down
    It’s the art in her bones . . .
    She don’t deal with accounts and rates and supermarkets
    She’s driftin’ through hazy lanes and blocks of colour
    And something someone said three nights ago
    She put that friend in embargo
    Gotta work it through on canvas - then they’ll thaw in a tryst
    They’ll work it out – those ladies of rhyme
    They just need the moon – to tell them when the time is right
    And me I can wait – for that special night
    When she gives she’s layin over us
    Starlight curves across her body real – we’re playin’ seals
    Lazy floppy as the sunlight grows
    We talk of us as forever – and after that still together
    Neath the door’s a gentle zephyr
    Hey let us rise – it’s quarter to one
    In the café - love our whacky talkie fun
    The way she sees things – my soul it just sings
    4 min
  • DREAM DESTINATION 3
    3rd recording of this song which an African American producer contracted off Broadjam for a year but nothing was delivered. In the last few years I changed the structure of it to suit playing live - with the 2 chords in the chorus on repeat we can drag the ending out in an extended jam - easy money! So this is that version recorded as a studio track this week
    Dream Destination 3
    Dudes are asking where to go
    If you gotta choice to go
    Where to go where to go
    Somewhere funky with ya beau
    Hey wait up doll n tell me honey
    What is your dream destination?
    Where in the world you wanna go?
    We’ll I’ll tell you babe just what I know
    My dream destination it’s you right here
    My dream destination it’s you – anywhere
    Some are junkies for the city
    London Paris they’re not picky
    I say nah I’m gonna park it
    In a wasteland like the arctic
    Chorus
    Mate he say oh come on please
    It’s Amsterdam and find the sleaze
    Not for him that lovin armpit
    He wanna have a lovin junket
    Me I wanna go dig deep
    Find your soul and feel the heat
    Be taken on a dreamy ride
    I don’t care where we reside
    4 min
  • JUST WEATHERING
    Kind of musical irony in a way with a horror theme immersed in a jaunty beat: an unintentional result where so often a song writes itself and you decide not to change it.
    Caught up in a War
    Hear the words why me
    See fiery horizons
    Eating up ground are black caterpillars
    We’re shrinking near the door
    They hardly gave a reason
    Sleeping is acid raw
    Forever is the ceiling
    Cause everything we made
    Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
    All the icons of love
    Will be broken on the grass just weathering
    We’re caught up in a war
    Thinkin’ bout religion
    The randomness of Gods
    What’s it about us that’s undeserving?
    We’re watching on the news
    The march of our dementors
    We’re lying close and squeezing
    Neath fragility of walls
    And everything we made
    Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
    All the icons of love
    Will be broken on the grass just weathering
    We’re caught up in a war
    If we could turn back time to days of peace and laughter
    4 min
  • FAKING IRONY
    Modern Artists like Leon Bridges and Son Little marry hip hop or RnB rhythms often to acoustic based songs. Its an opportunity to blend elements that you love from 2 generations of music into one song - some lyrical bite, sweetened by 60s vocal harmonies.
    FAKING IRONY
    I see your troubles start from within
    And she is prickling cause you’re so wooden
    Look at her sparkle like the lemon
    Floating on her pour of bubbly gin
    Life is serious but only at certain times of day
    Where’s the gazelle leap to release your mind to play
    It’s a hard road when you take everything literally
    If only you could take a course in faking irony
    But here you are your face is pinched and spidery
    If only you could take a course in faking irony
    For you gravity and time operate differently
    You’re drowning in the history of epiphany
    Will you ever get to feel for the other side
    Letting go that crippling brainy ultra-pride
    She needs a belly laugh that drops her to the ground
    Nothing sexy ‘bout your analysing head up in the clouds
    It’s a hard road . . . faking irony
    Your birth blueprint and childhood pricked you like a thorn
    But your conscience can’t be faulted and you’re always doing good
    You probably can’t be changed and that’s an awful thought
    Cause things I’m advocating - they probably can’t be taught
    She needs a belly laugh that drops her to the ground
    Nothing sexy ‘bout your analysing head up in the clouds
    It’s a hard road . . . faking irony
    4 min

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Playing live and writing & recording in Nelson New Zealand - began recording in 2004 once technology was available to make CDs using industry standard equipment at home. Radio airplay on Fresh FM…