Steve Low

Steve Low

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  • ELECTRIC PIANO (you are black and white devine)
    Combining childhood and later relationship memories with the early sounds of electric piano: first heard on Help! "Chalking up belief" references 'Chalking up the Hurt" in the great Michael McDonald song 'Real Love' from the time when he created amazing piano based pop-rock, now termed Yacht Rock. And the song title 'Your Gold Teeth ii is of course piano based from the highly influential Steely Dan and makes a nice rhyme with 'room.'
    ELECTRIC PIANO
    Out of the womb into a musical reign
    Feeling it grab like the first light of day
    Bro old enough to procure some Help!
    Takes to my soul like the face of the girl
    Electric Piano you are chalking up belief
    A silky emotion walking you down the street
    Electric Piano you are black and white devine
    Your sound is forever it’s the girl in the back of my mind
    Song of first strike is ‘Tell me what you See’
    While I yearn for the girls who are awaking a dream
    Sometimes the song is then a soundtrack to pain
    When desire returns it’s a permanent state
    Electric Piano . . . back of my mind
    I hear she’s quit Uni left a ghost in her room
    Now I bury my soul in Your Gold Teeth part 2
    Now she has an aura in 1975
    This is my soul being eaten alive
    Her face a portrail of a red Cilla Black
    Electric Piano you do leave me so bad
    Electric Piano . . . back of my mind
    5 min
  • EXEMPLARY
    Behaviours are so important going forward. Going to have to be some selfless work from everyone - be exemplary.
    Exemplary
    We look out the window and we see it’s our turn
    We want to, we need to
    The river is rising and grass is burnt
    It’s a headache, it’s a heart ache
    So we’re walking through the streets so purposefully
    We’re marching, some are running
    We’re shoveling sand, we’re hosing the land
    We’re a commune, to the rescue
    Ba da ba da - We’re exemplary
    Ba da ba da - We’re exemplary
    Children are leaving their classes in droves
    They’re frightened and enlightened
    They’ve worked it all out, they actually know
    They can see it, they’re not stupid
    It’s everywhere they look, vapid posturing
    It’s so obvious, it’s so odious
    It’s all about ownership and total control
    They detest it, they reject it
    Ba da ba da - They’re exemplary
    Mother and daughter father and son
    By the 60s we could be gypsies
    Everyone a nomad everywhere a land grab
    Fight it – be united
    Ba da ba da - Be exemplary
    4 min
  • HR KIOSK
    Continuing the Jazz injected pop-rock theme of Collect the Moment and Better do SOME GOOD this one references AJA though it could easily be ASIA. My time spent in AJA (Steely Dan) was about the same time we were dissecting preserved bodies in Otago Medical School. Playing live then I was channeling more of a Neil Young, Bob Dylan and THE BAND pre Americana country rock thing. But jump ahead 40 years and here we were just this last Saturday night churning out JOSIE from AJA in a set of originals and covers full of Jazz Chords and RnB beats. So this new song absorbs a lot of that stuff.
    HR Kiosk
    Next to you, I feel a hero
    The maintenance of normal, while you’re a trip to Cairo
    Circa 2023 I’d like to paraphrase
    Cause cities like that and Khartoum
    Once set a soul ablaze
    So book yourself into an HR Kiosk tonight
    There’s gotta be an on-line guru who could shine a light
    Infiltate you with guile
    Make you think there’s actually an I in why
    Yeah yeah yeah
    Time spent in Aja did it make me cynical?
    Made me feel ok to rave
    And pull you off your pinnacle
    Of course it’s arrogant to judge, someone on culture
    But I see you circling thru the sky, with the eye of a vulture
    Know you kinda inside out
    So I’d try it with a hundred grand
    I bet you on your virtual couch
    You’re lying on a slippery Sam
    Course you’re going even lower - way below zero
    Sayin’ hey let’s all be friends
    Like Ghandi and Nehru
    Your time at the Taj Mahal, did us no favours
    After breathing in the rarified shrine
    Where’s your reconciliation pavers
    5 min
  • COLLECT THE MOMENT (Feat. Alexander King)
    Alexander King parachuted into our town from New Orleans via Brisbane and set up a recording studio. We combined on this song 'Collect the Moment' which I'd just written on piano.
    Alex: rhythm track, bass, some guitar, recording, production, mixing
    Steve: Vocals, keyboards, guitar
    Alexander King soundcloud site - https://on.soundcloud.com/PkSYD
    Alexander Ross Music (ARK)- alexanderrossmusic.com
    Collect the Moment
    You in sintered glass buildings - trapped in recycled air
    And I the frequent advisor - holding a too long stare
    Do hormones control decisions – I ruminate in silence
    While you the puppet’s mistress - are still non-compliant
    As a gaggle collects - a space encroachment
    And I brush your arm to collect the moment
    Is it just I who’s a physical poet?
    Did you brush my arm to collect the moment?
    Now here’s the start of something - a fomenting act two
    A party has erupted and lava like here’s you
    The music creates a wall – an easy place to hide
    To move the chess pieces – silently they glide
    Randomly dancing – it’s I the proponent
    And I brush your arm to collect the moment
    Is it just I who’s a physical poet?
    Did you brush my arm to collect the moment?
    What do they mean these tactile encounters
    Just a small hill or a range of mountains
    And naked by proximity – alone in a lift
    This accident of timing – embarrassment or gift?
    We blurt it out together – something about today
    And then an awkward silence – my courage gone astray
    But we’re squeezed together through the door’s opening
    And I brush your arm to collect the moment
    Is it just I who’s a physical poet?
    Did you brush my arm to collect the moment?
    4 min
  • BETTER DO SOME GOOD
    After 10 songs of jazzy singer songwriter it's time for a change. But not much! As science based as we are there's still that feeling of karma or whatever. So - better do some good!
    Better do some Good.
    Hey I don’t mind complicity in drinking all that wine
    It’s good to get the wheels up, but just from time to time
    But dwelling on this comfort food is brewing up a blood red sky
    You lapsing into navel gaze is goading kharma’s battle cry
    Better do some good oh darlin’
    Make a start tonight
    You never know who’s out there watching
    Know your wrong from right
    Do do do do do do do do
    It’s no good you walking round as tho it’s you who’s missing out
    With lips so taught and victim eyes
    You’re looking like a sour kraut
    You’re always going to lose the war living in this ugly mess
    If Gods don’t see u clean the floor
    The frontline beckons to the West
    It’s a round and a round you’re swirling down
    Consumed and jealous
    You’re wanting needing ‘n nursing greed
    In a sump of trench warfare
    Aaah ooooh
    Nothing but the best
    Everyone at your behest
    Better do some good tonight
    Better do some good tonight
    3 min
  • Is This Who I Think It Is
    New recording of this song that was in the finals of the NZ MLT songwriting awards 2010
    Is This Who I Think It Is
    Another tumble ‘cross the dance floor
    A tender hold onto someone I call my own
    A look into her eyes that lingers
    Another drink that goes from loving hand to hand
    Is this who I think it is
    A touch and a blown kiss
    I look at her
    I look at him
    Is this who I think it is
    A frozen minute in a lifetime
    I lurch and stumble to the dancers of the night
    As I push myself between them
    My life with her is playing out in black and white
    I wonder at the blind man
    Who was missing all the clues
    Once a happy go lucky guy
    Now with leaden shoes
    I am dancing in a wasteland
    She is speaking but I cannot hear a sound
    Her face resigned to do to her duty
    I can see him and his eyes are shifting round
    4 min
  • HEY LOVE YOU
    HEY LOVE YOU!
    Hey love you
    More than LC would’ve craved for Marianne
    No manuscript could sing with more devotion
    A paper chain enough to fill an ocean
    I’m always up so close and being dutiful.
    Yeah I fix your hair and say you’re beautiful.
    Yeah I fix your hair and say you’re beautiful
    Mmmm breath you in ‘til I’m insensible
    Hey love you
    Like we’re barefoot down a street in Hydra
    It’s feet on top of feet in café’s shadows
    I hear applause and faintly drifting cello
    In sticky heat our limbs are stuck like glue
    And I kiss your brow and murmur hey I love you
    Yeah I kiss your brow and murmur hey love you
    Mmmm taste your cheek ‘til I’m insensible
    Hey love you
    Bathe your flashin’ teeth in tangerine
    The last of breezes scurry into hiding
    Nights are satin sheets with harbour lighting
    I’m layin’ out your silk across the dresser
    I hold you close knowing it’s forever
    Yeah I hold you close knowing it’s forever
    Mmmm moving slow ‘til I’m insensible
    4 min
  • TO FLY OR NOT TO FLY
    Not really alt rock but the guitar solo at the end is fairly anarchic.
    To Fly or not to Fly
    To fly or not to fly YES!
    To fly or not to fly NO!
    To fly or not to fly that is the question.
    It’s a no brainer ‘cept for the greedy and absurd.
    There’s kilos of carbon coming from engines.
    While the earth below - floods and burns
    M’lady says she’s gotta fly yeah it’s in the blood
    She’s gotta have exotica - it’s there for the taking
    Even though people of the world - are under the pump
    And down there in the wheat fields – the crops are baking
    To fly or not to fly YES!
    To fly or not to fly NO!
    Hate being a gloomy carrier pigeon
    But the writings there on the internet
    The forecast for earth - it’s grim and turgid
    Makes it dumb to fly airliner jets
    M’lady says the scientists - will find a solution
    There’s no need to live - like a peasant farmer
    She don’t need to feel shame - about her vapor trail
    Hey she’s never been - to West Estonia
    4 min
  • MISS ROCKET LAUNCHER
    Miss Rocket Launcher
    Hey hey you this Joan of Arc - Miss Rocket Launcher
    Love you sending into space – those flying saucers
    Your eyes they dart and sense corrosion
    You’re leaning forward in silky motion
    You know who is fit to govern
    For those who aren’t they get concussion
    Your elbows dent the seats of power
    Your rocket roars it’s getting louder
    Hey hey you Sister of Mercy – Miss Rocket Launcher
    Love it that they’re on your mind – the poor and poorer
    When you sense their exploitation
    Your voice it cracks and lips are brazen
    I’d hate to be your target right then
    A volley gone to crack their heads
    We’re hungry like Cohen’s Partisan
    We’ll force ‘em to the stones and hear the doors slam
    Room dust scatters as your strident voice rises
    Tables go silent as you render the kaiser
    Hey hey you this Mother Theresa – Miss Rocket Launcher
    Can feel the warmth inside of you – and getting warmer
    When they wallow in their greed
    You let one go and make em all flee
    I’m feeling for the hem of your gown
    The reverent touch the best to be found
    I know that you will win in the end
    And sharing it with you – what a send
    5 min
  • IN SO DEEP
    In so Deep
    I'm carryin' weight – beast of burden streets of Ankara
    My feet they hurt – my saddle gonna wrench apart
    My hunger never stops – the wave it never crests
    I’m drowning in consequence
    I’m in so deep – and I won’t let you down a bit
    It’s history – I made you all these promises
    Our worlds depart – the continents divide
    I’m in so deep – I can look you in the eye
    Haven’t felt a falter – never told you a lie
    Is it in the realm – that the others will survive
    When I see you in the door – I’m clutching a sea wall
    In the Bosphorous
    Long ago – she had my full devotion
    I changed her name – like Constantinople
    I felt the streets go dead
    All the hawkers they had fled - Into armament
    Behind a curtain – breathing incense and a huffin’ pipe
    Mural on the wall – the mountains of Anatolia
    If I have to pick and choose
    I can’t crawl away from you - You’re in my heart
    I’m in so deep – and I won’t let you down a bit
    It’s history – I made you all these promises
    Our world’s depart – the continents divide
    I’m in so deep – I can look you in the eye
    5 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…