My Lair

by Steve BLaque

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1.
Crazy Strife 05:28
Crazy Strife Steve Blaque you dirty rotten liar comin' into my life playin' duck's n' drakes what gives you the right i ws doin' just fine without you in my life all yer suitcases of hullabaloo come on neatly packed yeah ahh little birdy done flew i was doin' just fine without you in my life i was doin swell without your crazy strife that you brought into my life your crazy strife fillin' me with deadly your crazy strife putting fear inside of me take away all i had for free tying my tongue so i couldn't talk your love a disengenuous rort ahh, let's back up a little here talk about the wool yeah bein' pulled o'er my eyes i wasn't born yesterday yeah i can see through your disguise i was doin' just fine without you in my life i was doin swell without your crazy strife that you brought into my life your crazy strife fillin' me with deadly your crazy strife putting fear inside of me take away all i had for free tying my tongue so i couldn't talk your love a disengenuous rort
2.
I Saw Yu 06:08
I Saw Yu Steve Blaque Original Poem Fa Bruneau Quand je te voie assise là l'étincelle d'un feu ardent dans la nuit mon cœur s'arrête, il n'y a plus que toi Alors là, je sais, je sais qui je suis Je rêve de t'envelopper dans mes bras de voir des étoiles dans tes yeux de plonger jusqu'à me noyer en toi pour finir heureux, perdu dans les cieux Quand je te voie, je ne voie que toi et tout autour de moi fini par se fondre dans le noir plus rien n'existe, rien ne résiste quand je te voie Tu es Aphrodite et Gaia aussi Lilith et Kali oui, je les rêve toutes en toi Oh ma sublime, mon amour, quand je te voie got caught in a dream my own wonderland how did yu get there inception i wasn't sure maybe it was yur looks but i know it ended yeah with me writing a song in this book cause i saw yu oh yeah i saw yu i saw yu oh yeah i saw yu oh i saw yu yes i saw yu oh i saw yu yes i saw yu girl whatever i write won't ever really say just whaet you were that night though now the cold i feel at this time grips me ever tighter i want this dream one more time i saw yu i saw yu i saw yu i saw yu
3.
May 5 1980 06:40
May 5 1980 i woke, it was may 5 1980 i ain't born, nor am i fuckin' dead someone was blowin' on my dice and givin' me the chance to say no and hang here instead and so i roam, within infinity like in dust in time washed all over with incense n' myrrh 3 blind mice and the white rabbit nearly wrapped tokens of someone's self worth Pre chorus she said Ok you've been there now it's time for you to decide i'll gie you another go, but we've got way better rides chorus and so i took the cue and traded in my chips i walked out of that casino jumped a planetary ship n' boy was that the best call i ever made i don't miss deception hate and being afraid and now i fly through the universe affording a smile of those who follow in gods since where i'm from that game just aint' the game built on superstition that shit just ain't the odds pre chorus she said Ok you've been there now it's time for you to decide i'll gie you another go, but we've got way better rides chorus and so i took the cue and traded in my chips i walked out of that casino jumped a planetary ship n' boy was that the best call i ever made i don't miss deception hate and being afraid
4.
My Lair 05:30
My Lair my lair fuck off yer on my turf who the hell gave you the right to walk on my earth n' didn't yu know for what it's worth that nothin' good can come from this ungodly birth so my man i see yu puttin' yerself out there on the line but i'd like to know the color o' yer corner is it red or green or blue like mine yeah so wait up that ain't the half of it n' this here's a battle to stay alive and as i do finely recollect that man roberto duran straight up slugged it out panamanian pride n' yu know it might just be me but if i were yu i'd back me up some and take a look around coz this here's some repugnant shit n' yer goin' over the same old ground chorus my lair my lair you're goin' over the same old ground this is my patch this is my lair this is my ring this is my spacce yer askin' me to buy yer shit where's the reciprocity you got a house ways out o' order and that's pretty fucking plain to see my dear adversary on that point we do agree so let's look hard @ yer solution and alls anyone sees is hiccups n' absolutism without nothin' concrete no change within just a value of a buck n' evolution ok, so let me get this fuckin'straight what i done built up with my bare hands in your eyes ain't nothin' more than invasionary land and my friend right there..on that very fuckin' point you don't understand n' yu know it might just be me but if i were yu i'd back me up some and take me a looky'round coz this here's some repugnant shit n' yer goin' over the same old ground chorus my lair my lair you're goin' over the same old ground
5.
Layer Cake 04:05
layer cake Steve Blaque i'm fallin' down losin' my soul can't someone hit the brakes i'm out o' control parkin' fines push me to the edge the mornin' news doin' in my head the neighbor's dog i wish it would play dead the BBC's global dread chorus and how much shit does it take in this modern day layer cake i'm not sure i really wanna know revolutions oh they come n' go yes, they come n' go n' the layer cake just grows n' grows deification no imagination throngs in my face the breeding race captain america lost in space middle 8 well may a grain of salt be sprinkled from its shaker while the sandwich that you eat smorgasborg from a bulldust maker a cow dung faker an over compensator chorus and how much shit does it take in this modern day layer cake i'm not sure i really wanna know revolutions oh they come n' go yes, they come n' go n' the layer cake just grows n' grows coda and how much shit does it take in this modern day layer cake and how much shit does it take in this modern day layer cake and how much shit does it take in this modern day layer cake
6.
Just a liTtle More Time Maggie Gao & Steve Blaque verse 1 it's the time to go just let me walk i'm so tired of me being tired of your talk verse 2 don't try and write yourself back to me you've had every chance from what i can see 1st chorus just a little more time is all i'm askin' for just a little more time i want it to be more just a little more time don't lock me out the door just a little more time verse 3 you had my mind and my soul but now that's gone yeah gone i'm so freaking sad it turned so wrong and how " can i keep strong whern yor the flat key in my song 2nd chorus just a little more time is all i'm askin' for just a little more time i want it to be more just a little more time is something you had before just a little more time middle 8 (in chinese) 3rd chorus just a little more time is all i'm askin' for//i told you to leave before just a little more time i want it to be more //is something you had before just a little more time is something i'm dying for// is something worth fighting for just a little more time (we duet together with slightly different words and phrasing) verse4 i told you to leave before so what stops you walkin out that door cant you hear what i say to you it's not what you think we're all through
7.
Traffic on a Sunday Steve Blaque traffic on a sunday makes life like a monday what r the fucker's doin' on the road sunday driver won't be told coz he's full o' shit n' thick as a brick dancer on a tv screen got a body that moves to the beat machine in a way that i like it oh yeah that's good fighter with the bloodied face got cuts on his eyes takes a look around him and then he dies Benny Paret traffic on a sunday makes life like a monday what r the fucker's doin' on the road sunday driver won't be told coz he's full o' shit n' thick as a brick radiator's hot 4 people shot 2 on thursday 1 on friday don't ask me when the others bit the dust coz my radiator's hot gotta get to the shop oh yeah love n' death go hand in hand says the fat man from bananaland you gotta respect that you gotta respect that when yer mum says bye but you say hi to the pretty girls u know yer healthy when the car you drive makes all those guys wanna kill oh yer wealthy oh yer wealthy stupid fuckin' man with his stupid fuckin' mower cuts his fuckin' grass at half past six stupid fuckin' woman with her stupid fuckin' phone makes her fuckin' noise now yer all alone didn't you kill yer mother didn't yu kill yer brother didn't yu kill yer sister didn't yu kill yer father life on earth is hell give me a sabotage shell pretty little lady with the long dark hair got oriental eyes to hide that disguise she's in love with a married man actor moves his head like a horses head in bed screams out in vain you don't feel his pain you don't feel his pain traffic on a sunday makes life like a monday what r the fucker's doin' on the road sunday driver won't be told coz he's full o' shit traffic on a sunday makes life like a monday what r the fucker's doin' on the road sunday driver won't be told coz he's full o' shit traffic on a sunday makes life like a monday what r the fucker's doin' on the road sunday driver won't be told coz he's full o' shit
8.
Move on Out the Door Steve Blaque roll play hard sun shine on you pick up before character out that door out how you're paid do the cash fuck yer lay gun hire just for temp live or die fuck yer government play gay menoige de trois abnormal who the fuck's a star chorus livin' in a convenience store fractured world ha, that's the call violence everywhere time to kill get out that door to a life where you can breathe fuck the pimps and the sleeze there's still that one more score then it's move on out that door friends work to get ahead pressure builds then they're dead on the board directly to jail without cash wait for bail in and out no one gets hurt just a job get up and go to work chorus livin' in a convenience store fractured world ha, that's the call violence everywhere time to kill get out that door post chorus to a life where you can breathe fuck the pimps and the sleeze there's still that one more score then it's move on out that door coda refrain ain't no point to stick around nothin' left for you in this here town pack up yer tools time to roll wander this world n' find your soul ain't no point to stick around nothin' left for you in this here town pack up yer tools time to roll wander this world n' find your soul

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Steve BLaque writes "It's my 2nd album o'er the last 18 months and i think it's an honest contribution.

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released July 19, 2015

Featured on My Lair
on Drums Leigh Ryan
on Bass Steve Blaque
on electric guitar Steve Blaque
on acoustic guitar steve Blaque
on keyboards Steve BLaque
on saxophone John Costelloe

All lyrics by Steve Blaque
& Steve Blaque & Maggie Gao
& Fa Bruneau original French Poem I Saw U

Special Guests on vocals
Ms.Maggie Gao all tracks
Mr.Chris Newberry i saw you//traffic on a sunday
Mr Dave Cooper move on out the door
Mr.Fa Bruneau I saw you

Produced by
Steve Blaque & Levan Stanes
Engineered and mixed by
Forbidden City Studio Beijing
Mastering by Forbidden City Studio
Recorded at
Plutonic Lab
Last St Broadford
Forbidden City Studio

Original artwork
Clyde Terry
Album design and packaging
Levan Stanes

Special thanks to
Plutonic Lab Melbourne Australia
The Batcave yarravalley radio fm99.1
Kaladonia Cairnz
Michael Montero Montero on Boxing
Steve Cahn
Lau Guerreiro
Carolyn Zaremba
Maile Cannon

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Steve Blaque Beijing, China

Steve Blaque singer, songwriter, Producer and engineer and owner of LLargoland Studios in Tasmania (formerly Forbidden City Studio Beijing) also performs in an unplugged environment with his favorite flavors of Indie and Grunge. Blaque has always said ''you don't need distortion to be grunge and you don't need twang to be Indie''. ... more

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