• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Australia - Steve Howe
• Lost Symphony - Steve Howe
• Pleasure Stole The Night - Steve Howe
• Swingtown - Steve Howe
• Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands - Steve Howe
• Break Away From It All - Steve Howe
• All's A Chord - Steve Howe
• It's All Over Now Baby Blue - Steve Howe
• Vera - Steve Howe
• Will O' The Wisp - Steve Howe
• Doors Of Sleep - Steve Howe
• Don't Think Twice, It's All Right - Steve Howe
• Just Like A Woman - Steve Howe
• Look over your shoulder - Steve Howe
• Pretty Little Nightmare - Stefy
• Where Are The Boys - Stefy
• Hey School Boy - Stefy
• Chelsea - Stefy
• Cover Up - Stefy
• Lucky Girl - Stefy
• Fool For Love - Stefy
• Orange Crush - Stefy
• Love You To Death - Stefy
• You And Me Against The World - Stefy
• Nothing Really - Stefy
• Orange County - Stefy
• Naked Dutch Painter - Stew

Play the halls
See the stalls tonight
Open roads the like
Across the dateline change will never strike
Australia lies ahead
Australia, we head for the mainland
Clutching our gifts from the East
Only to find out
Planes and the highways
STrain the paths and the by-ways
Remain, still it's leading me
Closer to you
Australia, we're leaving you behind
Australia, we're taking the easy way out
From now on
"Come to," can't get away from ya still
"Come to, we'll take good care of ya."
Australia, you save your face while fashions slip
Australia, you're balanaced between
The powers' tightening grip
I've been to, it's a long way for ya still

Two-sided through four sides
We slide
Are we up, are we down?
Twirling round and round
Spectral spaces found
Leaves enjoy their autumn
Do you like the fall?
Suppose yourself above it all
In our self-made worlds
Well, I met her when an old established
Twining friendship failed
You'd think by now
It would be right, that I'm not nailed
To some obscure note
That runs along a board
In our self-made worlds
Do we rote
Changes into harmony
Revolutions oiled to that symphony

Lord, help us do well
All that we have to do
Feet on the ground, heads in the clouds
Live a life that's free and easy
Pall and good
Show us the trend
There came a time, "No more," we said
"To leave it in their hands divine."
Show us the trend
Set out sails, burnt our boats
Independence ruled the day
While pleasure stole the night
Epochs past, lives were spent
Until a new band came
Did not intend to spend
Cease from your haste, they said
Leave time to repeat
Your aims, they are misplaced
You don't have to race, they cried
Oh Lord, help us do
All we have to do
"With negligent regret,

Whoa
Whoa
come on and dance
come on and dance
lets make some romance
You know that night is falling
and the music is calling
and we've got to get down to swing town
we've been workin so hard
we've been workin so hard
come on baby, come on baby lets dance
ba-bump bump bump
ba-bump bump bump
ba-bump bump bump
Whoa
Whoa
come on and dance
come on and dance
we may not get another chance
You know that night is falling
and the music is calling

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the
grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did
decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their
side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false
alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your
arms,
How could they ever, have persuaded you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but
show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,

Standing in the street,
Making me so weak.
I'm just mentally detached from the
people around me.
Learning by the rules
Children soon find out
Drunken fathers' tools
Get handed on down by generation.
A young boy soon knows his destination.
Give him a chance and he'll,
Break away from it all.
Individuality just won't let him stall.
It might have been that every sound we made
Went unrealized.
Till all of us stopped to look round,
Any of them could have left town.
We've come to watch their personality change.

All's A Chord
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Don't bring yourself down here
My constitution will just disappear
You'll feel the atmosphere
Seeping between the end of the year
Even though lines are gathering
Time's still travelling

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will
last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for
you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day?
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else in here

Break the chains that keep us here
The dirty city and unwholesome wares
Free the grip from round my head
My eyes long to see the fields instead
As time doth slowly and sorely creep
The distant mist I sense before me
Wisps about my feet
Tell me what happened to me
She'd say, it was meant to be
Go off and journey someplace
I'll see you after winter
You know it can always happen
So near to the end
Love has a funny habit of
Running out on you
Just in time you'll be here
Living by the river
Mixing with friends, I know them
Sharing touch and beauty
Belgium is just a place I remember
Streets of rain, one forgotten night
Early flight
We just slipped away

Steve Howe/Alice Meynell)
Life is just a reflection
Sometime mirrored i nthe past
As we strive for perfection
We live until we last
Where the new might grow with the old
Where the fool is oft times the wise
Everything has got to be evened out
Leaving as without a doubt
Home, home from the horizon
Far and clear
Hither to the soft wings sweep
Flocks of the memories
Of the days draw near
The dove-cote doors of sleep
Which way are they, that come through this sweet light
Of all these homing birds
Which? with the straightest and the swiftest flight
Your words to me, your words
The first time I took this girl's hand
She was as if for whom I was born
And there's more besides a fair morning
Needed for a fair day

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right
It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the
road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--
I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman

Don't ask me how I know
Just look over your shoulder
You won't recognise yourself
You won't have to ask
Is everyone here looking much older
Are communications feeling much colder
Everytime you look over your shoulder
Sudden like the wind transversed
The gulf of friendships passed
Stillness mounts in this high place
Silence stays the same
I am I will I can are aims
But can we tell which are the games
Everytime we pass the blame
Fearful thoughts are bitter sweet
His charms are soft in youth
The sting is of elusive hands
That reared him from his tooth
We know that shadows move on course
We'll have to take this boy by force

I am orange gumdrop
Stuck in your mouth
I am mother's milk
That's all gone bad
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty tonight
Yeah I'm pretty tonight, tonight, tonight
I'm a pretty little nightmare
Nightmare
I'm Crayola crayon
Drawn on your wall
I'm Kurt Cobain karaoke
Out of tune
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty tonight
Yeah I'm pretty tonight, tonight, tonight
I'm a pretty little nightmare
Nightmare
You left this messed up little girl
You left this messed up little girl
Cos you're a little messed up too
And that's why I love you
I'm American beauty rose thorn
Caught in your side
A rainbow tied to your messed up
Rainy day
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty tonight
Yeah I'm pretty tonight, tonight, tonight
I'm a pretty little nightmare
Nightmare
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty, yeah
I'm so pretty tonight
Yeah I'm pretty tonight, tonight, tonight
I'm a pretty little nightmare