Shadow

by Steve Blaque

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1.
Waiting 06:23
Waiting The Devlins Waiting at the station, Waiting for the right moves, Waiting in the basement, Waiting for the right cues, Waiting in a daydream, Waiting in the slipstream Waiting Waiting in the right bars, Waiting in the right shoes, Waiting in a fast car, Waiting in the airports, Waiting for my airmiles, Waiting in slow motion, Coming through the turnstiles. And if you ever change your mind, You know I'm hard to find, And if you ever need someone I'll still be waiting Waiting with the orphans, waiting for the bee stings, they tell me that success brings, Waiting in the half light, waiting for your whole life, Waiting for an ideal a low deal a no deal, to play your stereotype. And if you ever find the time, You know I'm not far behind, And if you ever need someone I'll still be waiting Just waiting for a friend. I say it's alright, It's alright my friend just waiting.
2.
Mona 04:36
Mona The Rolling Stones & Steve BLaque I say hey, Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona I tell you Mona what I wanna do I'll build a house next door to you Can I see you sometimes? We can blow kisses through the blinds Yeah can I out come out on the front And listen to my heart go bumpety bump I need you baby that's no lie Without your love I'd surely die I say hey, Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona I say hey, hey Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona I tell you Mona what I wanna do I'm gonna build a house next door to you Can I see you sometime? We can blow kisses through the blinds Yeah can I out come out on the front And listen to my heart go bumpety bump I need you baby that's no lie Without your love I'd surely die I say hey, hey Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
3.
Dilemma 04:30
Though unused the original lyric also from November 2019 is here to read. Dilemma you hit on the hard times and you wonder where it ends but right now the answers don't come neither from you or your family & friends & you're alone yes all alone oh you're alone maybe it's time to pick up the phone but i don't think he's around and could he help anyways there's no shoulder to cry on here no putting this off for another day and you're adrift yes, you're at sea oh you're becalmed a koala off his gum tree and whatever transpires from now on you'll have to take some charge surely you still possess some acumen or do you want a dishonorable discharge why would you want to wallow beneath the foot of your tree sustainence is only picking yourself up climbing to the nearest leaves chorus & yes this is your dilemma & yes there's only one koala who answers to Emma and yes, and yes where's that gum where's that gun and this is your dilemma steve blaque nov 2019
4.
Elanor Rigby 03:56
Eleanor Rigby The Beatles Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all come from? All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all belong?
5.
New Generation verses whatever, or sing what you like chorus It's a new generation we gotta new generation. more verses some more chorus' 'i'm talkin' about love said i'm talkin' about love you gotta do yer thing somebody done told me you gotta love yer mother my mother done told me you gotta look out for yer father chorus it's a new generation we gotta new generation
6.
Girl 03:23
it's an instrumental so in this case the lyric is of your own imagination.
7.
Lyrics Just Too Late i made the stop jumped johnston 59 just to see you leave on # 58 go the other way and i called you up though it ran out and i messaged you but you'd just powered off you just powered off yeah and i wrote you fixing two stamps n' i posted the letter but i missed the deadline i missed the deadline n' e'vrythin' i do i was just too late n' i everythin' i do i was just too late n' e'rythin' i do i was just too late i was just too late took a flight even sat in coach but heavy snow meant we were delayed we were delayed and i jumped a train even took a sleeper but we were derailed i didn't make the ETA didn't make the ETA n' e'vrythin' i do i was just too late n' i everythin' i did i was just too late n' e'rythin' i do i was just too late i was just too late so i wrote a song just to sing to you to make it personal and say that we're all through that we're all through but the radio station didn't play the track two days later they sent it on back they sent it on back and i hired a car a hatchback and drove through the night but wild bears closed the road they closed the road n' e'vrythin' i do i was just too late n' in everythin' i do i was just too late n' e'rythin' i do i was just too late n' e'vrythin' i did i was just too late now n' e'rythin' i do i was just too late n' e'vrythin' i do i was just too late n' e'rythin' i did i was just too late i was just, just too late i was just too late i was just too late e'rythin i do i was just too late e'rythin i did i was just too late e'rythin i do i was just too late e'rythin i did i was just too late oh i was just too late i was just too late i was just too late and e'rythin i do i was just, i was just i was just too late original lyric Steve Blaque original music Steve Blaque for 52 North Publishing
8.
left the ring in a jar got me a pay check and it wasn't worth its worth and i figured i don't need this life so i packed up my bags took a look around wrote out a note leaving it for my wife darling time to roll i grown to love you no more best you find another man there's a world i wanna explore yeah i dug the good times but you know they were long ago now we just don't rhyme so it's time for me to go chorus i left you the house i left you the car all the booty in the bank and left the ring in the jar i left you the house i left you the car there's no debts and i'm sorry about the scars who knows what's gonna transpire but don't count on me comin' back but just to let you know i got a heart i left enough food for the cat and i know baby this may not be the best way to say goodbye but if you check in the fridge you'll see your fave sandwiches on rye chorus i left you the house i left you the car all the booty in the bank and left the ring in the jar i left you the house i left you the car there's no debts and i'm sorry about the scars original lyric and music steve blaque
9.
Sweet Lotus Blossom Soothe me with your caress Sweet lotus blossom, lotus blossom Help me in my distress Sweet lotus blossom, please do Now you alone can bring my lover back to me Even though I know it's just a fantasy And then knock me clear out Sweet lotus blossom, please do Soothe me with your caress Sweet lotus blossom, lotus blossom Help me in my distress Sweet lotus blossom, please do Now you alone can bring my lover back to me Even though I know it's just a fantasy And then knock me clear out Sweet lotus blossom, please do Dayna Kurtz
10.
This ain't the Third Degree i never wanted this to be anything else than it couldn't be and that it wouldn't pan out leaving you feeling washed up all at sea you see it's not always as it is and nor is it not and therein lay the bards tale of endless summers with Akela and reef knots chorus so take a good look are your eyes open and what is it you really see don't take my word for it so unwise coz this ain't the 3rd degree yu gotta gaze upon it differently and my advice is plain to see so this ain't the 3rd degree you have to gaze upon it differently. verse you're on yer way a man on a mission and you jumped that first hurdle but are you really you or just dead on the track and limping in circles best that you straighten up this ain't a drill nor by no means a rehearsal careful of being too fast or of being overly careful else-wise it might just be too controversial chorus so take a good look are your eyes open what is it you really see don't take my word for it coz this ain't the 3rd degree yu gotta gaze upon it differently this ain't the 3rd degree my advice ain't for free this ain't the 3rd degree my advice is plain to see Steve Blaque original composition if you want to play the song capo 5th fret Dm F C G/B
11.
Shadow 07:09
as instrumental there are no lyrics, though for a significant period of time both myself and New York Steve back n' forthed with a monologue taken from a reporter's journal ways back in 1687 from Lagos. The Monologue has been posted below and is the principle reason of the background sounds of a Slaver's Ship. Before the aside a snippet of information on the industry of Slavery "Portugal and Britain were the two most 'successful' slave-trading countries accounting for about 70% of all Africans transported to the Americas. Britain was the most dominant between 1640 and 1807 when the British slave trade was abolished". Monologue Shadow what i was looking at defeated even my senses. i’d seen everything i thought up until this moment, but nothing prepared for what lay in front of me. as far as i could see and even further, iron cages lined the docks in rows of 3 deep adjacent to, from what i counted as 10, but who knows maybe there were more vessels victualing for the 40 day journey that awaited all those who would soon sale. as gruesome the sight of cages filled with once free and proud people; as ghastly as this may have been it was far outweighed by the unfathomable cruelty of the guards and deck hands who would soon be overseeing these lost souls last freedoms before an even further sub or inhuman existence in the New World. What horror awaited those who had been sold out by former friends and neighbors alongside those whose only crime was being defeated in battle or who came from a tribe deemed unworthy of living any longer within the community and now were being cast aside; thrown from the known world by a trade so cruel that it belied cruelty itself to acknowledge such inhumane treatment of man towards man. what horror awaited these caged people perhaps only God knew, and if God knew then you could argue that no sane God could ever sanctify such horror. watching priests bless the vessels ahead of the journey further demeaned a trade that could only bestow heinous consequences upon any world let alone a new world. Blacks whites and half caste stood surrounding the cages in various stages of mercantile meandering. so called white gentlemen and their accompanying book keepers, clerks, tally men and other assorted jobs mixed openly with black traders and tribal leaders adorned with pouches for gold coins and honorary notes that underpinned the shipments soon to journey north west across the Atlantic ocean to the Americas. dockside the unmistakable sounds of anvil strikers plying their trade in final preparations for the enslaved to be even further debased clanged across the sea of hopelessness engulfing the human cargo. Not just the clanging though, since from the cages sounds of tears, groans, screaming and perhaps the most unsettling the shrill crying of young children on either side of the caged walls. families in some cases being torn apart, families in some cases selling their own family members. the whole view leaving a taste so sickening that it was all i could do to contain myself from spewing my organs onto the ground at the feet of all who were capitalizing from this subjugation. it was a day, though the sun shone strongly, that such darkness rendered the strongest shadows invisible. adapted from journals Lagos 1697AD
12.
The Pusher 04:58
The Pusher Steppenwolf You know I've smoked a lot of grass O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills But I've never touched nothin' That my spirit could kill You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round With tombstones in their eyes But the pusher don't care Ah, if you live or if you die God damn, The Pusher God damn, I say The Pusher I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man You know the dealer, the dealer is a man With the love grass in his hand Oh but the pusher is a monster Good God, he's not a natural man The dealer for a nickel Lord, he'll sell you lots of sweet dreams Ah, but the pusher ruin your body Lord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream God damn, The Pusher God damn, God damn the Pusher I said God damn, God, God damn The Pusher man Well, now if I were the president of this land You know, I'd declare total war on The Pusher man I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he'd run Yes I'd kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun God damn The Pusher God damn The Pusher I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man
13.
Death by Misadventure Sick of the whole game sick of the charade yeah done with being here in this here house of cards but you came back you couldn't walk away i heard it said that it was fear but at least that's what they say chorus then others would opine that it was just a fatal attraction death by misadventure born of your own inaction narration & like being on the inside you just never had the tools for living on the outside a one trick pony masking fear and living out your own lies no matter what you tried no matter the number of times you left in the end you just gave up and came back to what you know best and when the crunch came along you couldn't stand up dying at your desk in a bed of your own bad luck chorus then others would opine that it was just a fatal attraction death by misadventure born of your own inaction when the crunch came along you couldn't stand up dying at your desk in a bed of your own bad luck original lyric steve blaque
14.
Havana 04:47
instrumental Original Fidel Castro speeches.
15.
Who do you think i really am and why does she stay with me when all i am is an ancient mariner a rusted hulk layin' at sea if the picture never lied and what you see is what you get then he'd be bought in paper bags consumed over dinner with cigarettes chorus So lies are what he has in store fermenting like fine red wine and you will hear them all as he spills out while we dine. Time has passed and she hasn't seen the clever charade i've played spare his conscience and take your leave return to sender when she's aged he is beyond hurting again reduced to living a double life this roll he's in he knows too well play a wrong card and the devil's delight chorus So lies are what he has in store fermenting like fine red wine and you will hear them all as he spills out while we dine.

about

The Shadow

That silhouetted contour

somewhere in the partial darkness
a shape
a profile and visibly lurking

in the murkiness of the cathedral

A black cloud exacting but an ounce

ominous and gloomy
n' yet
 weakness or inferiority 
exuded
from the inseparable companion.

Steve BLaque

Shadow wes conceived a few years back as an Album that I would like to release. Most likely it was hatched between me and Levan Stanes (Aka Levantine), maybe 2017 but not entirely sure. As things work for me there are always several projects going on at the same time both in recording and in live performance. it's a toss up which takes ascendancy over time and so sometimes the 'best laid plans of mice and men'

It's truly an albatros removed to get this over the line. The songs span from january 2018 to June 2020. There have been huge obstacles related to insecurity of the studio in Beijing and its whole relocation to St Marys in Tasmania and this played heavily in the final stages of production, particularly the newer songs recorded in this year. Lack of instruments since they all sat on the docks was chief among the obstacles, but also considerable amounts of software and computer processing power alongside the studios main mixing board.

15 songs that all wanted to have their day in the sunshine as a collection rather than 15 disparate entities. They all exuded a sense of wanting to belong and there seemed no better idea than to reprise Shadow and give them all a chance to be heard as a collection of songs that define in many ways the last years i've spent in China; the last years in Beijing.

You all can take from it what you will. A lot of time went into the final mastering stage to ensure the levels were balanced and that ultimately if the genre appealed then hopefully a listening experience that leaves more positives than not.

I've no more to say. The songs are there.

steve BLaque
www.steveblaque.com

credits

released June 17, 2020

Leigh Ryan for Musical advice and endless back on forth on the nature of recording, engineering, alongside musical contributions on Drums and Bass.
Levan Stanes on design and packaging of the whole 9 yards
New York Steve Cahn for ongoing support and numerous discussion on music and sport which serves and has served to keep me grounded throughout the whole process of making this album
Clyde Terry for years and years of support and understanding of what it is i'm trying to do, perhaps even when i didn't.
Various friends and work colleagues who know who they are for their valuable contributions in discussing the nature of trying to record alongside hold down a job in a very foreign country (albeit my home)

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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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