ROCK VERSE

All of these were written as lyrics for various friends' bands.

 

Brighter Dawn
Copyright 1997, S Hartwell

Written as lyrics for a friend's band

Born in the depths of a howling night,
Of a pale white moon and cold starlight,
Daybreak came with a blazing morn,
Left me searching for the brighter dawn.

Drawn to fire like a moth to a flame,
Needing the heat of a whole new game,
Heat of a candle and heat of the sun,
Couldn't compete with heat of the gun.

Tried all the drugs and tried all the pills,
Tried fire-water to keep out the chill,
Flame of darkness couldn't be forsworn,
Left me searching for the brighter dawn.

Went into the flame and felt it singe,
Lawmen came and they clipped my wings,
From a cell like a dark womb got reborn,
Still in search of a brighter dawn.

Stared at the sun till it burnt my eyes,
Looking into a new sunrise,
Ran in the night like a flaming torch,
Till those around me began to scorch.

From the cradle of dark to the dark of the grave,
Spent my life in the hottest flames,
Heat of a candle and heat of the sun,
Couldn't compete with the heat of a gun.

WINGS OF FIRE
(This was a different version of the one above)

I'm just a player in a dangerous game,
A night moth in search of a brighter flame,
Standing in the shadows, see the day grow light,
Seems I'm still looking for a flame more bright,
Hour by hour, I see dreams turn sour,
Searching like a bee for a sweeter flower.

From bud to blossom where the honey drips sweet,
Still can't find the nectar that's sweetest to eat,
Can't find what I need from the flowers I find,
Still searching for sweetness till it sours my mind,
Rise up to the light, finding only the dark,
Looking for fire, seeing only the spark.

Like the moth to the candle, finding death in love,
Found me an inferno but it wasn't enough,
So I rose up to the sun where the hot fires swell,
Tempered by the flames in the forge of hell,
I flew into the storm where the lightning flashes,
And fell from grace to earth with my wings in ashes.

When you hear my voice, when you hear my name,
Think of the moth, the consuming candle-flame,
The one who bet and lost in a dangerous game,
Burned to ashes by a bright white flame.

Dancing to a Different Drum
Copyright 1997, S Hartwell

Written as lyrics for a friend.

Baby Iíve got you beside me,
Though I know that itís only one night,
Youíll be gone when the bright day is breaking,
But all through the dark night youíre mine.

Weíre riding on the tail of a comet,
Weíre speeding like a bullet from a gun,
And I know that when the sun cries morning,
Youíll be dancing to a different drum.

I can feel our hearts beating together,
Your head lies so warm on my chest,
Your hair smells so sweet in the still night,
Letís make the most of this darkness.

Weíre riding on the tail of a comet,
And Iím rising above like the sun,
I know that when daytime comes dawning,
Youíll be dancing to a different drum.

Cresting like a wave on the ocean,
Breaking like the sea on the shore,
I can tell by the way you cling tight to me baby,
That youíve never felt like this before!

Weíre riding on the tail of a comet,
Weíre speeding like a bullet from a gun,
From now until the bright sun brings morning,
Weíll be dancing to a different drum!

Cresting like a wave on the ocean,
Iím rising above like the sun,
Canít we keep the new day from dawning,
While weíre dancing to a different drum ...

I know that when the daybreak comes calling,
Youíll be dancing to a different drum.

FALSE PROMISES
Copyright 1997, S Hartwell

(Written with scope for lots of guitar and minimum vocals)

Donít make your false promises,
Iíve heard them all before,
Just pack up your bags ,
And walk out through the door.

Donít come back to me asking,
If Iíll take you back in,
When you find out that life,
Doesnít work out with him.

Donít come back here expecting,
To make a new start,
Or go making empty promises
That just break my heart.

BITTERSWEET
Copyright 1997, S Hartwell

If Iíd known then what I know now,
Would I still have done the same -
Made the same mistakes for the same sweet thrills,
For the bittersweet memories, bittersweet pain?

Would I still be caught, trapped fast in this web,
Spun by the spider of loveís deceit,
Trapped here with you, wrapped up like a fly,
In the silk lies of bittersweet?

If my heart was still innocent and whole,
Would I still sell myself so cheap,
Give away my soul for so small a gain,
For bittersweet memories and bittersweet pain?

If Iíd known then all the things I know now,
Today I might still be free,
Instead of trapped by my past mistakes,
So bitter, to remember the sweet.

CHANGING ME
Copyright 1983, 1997 S Hartwell

Written and arranged for friend's band

(Whispered)
Footsteps in the sands of time,
Tracks along an empty beach,
Towards a fate which is not mine,
A destiny so out of reach ...
(End whisper)

All through the years you bled me dry
You changed me till I lived a lie
With every day you made me change
Until youíd bent me out of shape

You came along, you were the one,
The years of change had just begun,
Why canít you take me as I am,
What I was always meant to be?

All the years of changing me
Are stifling me, are killing me.

They say that love means give and take
I always gave, that was my mistake
You left when I could change no more
But I can never be what I was before.

You came along, you were the one,
The years of change had just begun,
Why canít you take me as I am,
What I was always meant to be?

All those years of changing me
Have stifled me, have ruined me.

All those years of changing me
(Whispered) Footsteps in the sands of time
Are stifling me, are killing me
(Whispered) Tracks along an empty beach
All those years of changing me
(Whispered) Towards a fate which is not mine
Have stifled me, have ruined me
(Whispered) A destiny so out of reach

(Repeat to fade: )
All those years of changing me
Are stifling me, are killing me
All those years of changing me
Have stifled me, have ruined me ...

FAST WOMAN ROCK
Copyright 1990, 1992, S Hartwell

Written as lyrics for a friend's rock band

Sheís like lightning, never striking twice in
          one place
Just one night then sheís gone, sheís forgotten
          your face,
Sheís a fast woman.

Chains of love canít bind her,
Sheíll leaves you all behind her.

Sometimes you wonder if sheíll go under,
          submerged by desire,
Wonít leave a number to the fools drawn like moths
          to her fire,
Just a fast woman.

One night of lust in her arms,
And sheís gone, no memories, no qualms.

Hey boy díyou think youíre a man, can you
          please her?
You promise action, guarantee satisfaction, but
          you tease her.

Young flesh, have you got what it takes,
Are you still game if she names the stakes,

Dare you chance it?í

Make no mistake, you give and she takeís all
          she fancies,
And when you wake, sheís left and sheís hunting
          a man, see
Sheís a fast woman

She must satisfy the fire inside her,
Untamed, she needs someone to ride her!

All night, sheíll be moaning for more, but itís
          pointless,
All night and if youíre groaning Ďno moreí -
          disappoint her

Sheíll think youíre a boy and donít know what it means,
To satisfy when you arenít what you seem,
Dare you chance her?

If youíre wise, youíll find paradise temporaríly
ĎTween her thighs but fool, donít you try to
          ensnare her,
Sheís a fast woman,

For one night, sheís your love steed,
In return satisfy all her needs.

No excuses if youíre not man enough to
          assuage her,
Have you got what it takes? Hot-loined boasters only
          enrage her!
Are your brains in your groin, are youíre full of hot air,
To promise her passion when the actionís not there?
Can you chance it?

Sheís like lightning, never striking twice in one place,
Just one night then, sheís gone, wonít remember
          your face,
Sheís a fast woman!

SATISFACTION GUARANTEED (...IíVE HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE)
Copyright 1990, S Hartwell

Written as lyrics for a friend's band, incorporated into "Fast Woman Rock"

Hey boy, díyou think youíre a man - can you
          please me?
You promise action, guarantee satisfaction but you
          tease me.
Young flesh have you got what it takes,
Are you still game if I name the stakes?
Dare you chance it?

All night, Iím still moaning for more but itís pointless,
All night and youíre groaning "no more" - disappointing.
Youíre a boy, you donít know what it means,
To satisfy, you just ain't what you seem.
No excuses, youíre not man enough to assuage me,

Youíve not got what it takes, hot loined boasters
          like you just enrage me,
Youíve got your brains in your groin and youíre
          full of hot air,
You promise me passion but the actionís not there!
You ain't no man.

GOT THE DEVIL ON THE RUN
Copyright 1994, S Hartwell

Written as heavy metal lyrics for a friend's band.

Iím in the hot seat and the terrorís just begun,
My mindís so twisted, itís got the devil on the run,
You think Iím joking, but my reign has just begun,
Iíve got the devil on the run.

It donít need no mastermind to see
Iíll treat the ones Iíve left behind, the way they
          treated me,
The devilís risen from the fiery throat of Hell,
Thereís not enough room here for him and me as well!

You think Iím joking, but my reign has just begun
You think Iím joking, Iíve got the devil on the run,
Iím in the hot seat and the terrorís just begun!
Iíve got the devil on the run.

Donít look behind you, you just donít want to know
Iím on your case now and Iím on hellís
          skull-crowned throne,
Lucifer left it, It was either him or me,
He left Hellís kitchen when I turned up the heat!

You think Iím joking, but my reign has just begun
You think Iím joking, Iíve got the devil on the run,
Iím in the hot seat and the terrorís just begun!
Iíve got the devil on the run.

Itís getting louder, like the roaring of a crowd,
Sound of my laughter, wonít you stay around?
See all the demons writhing in the flames,
Wonít you join them, Iíve got your soul in chains!

You canít escape me, I can see into your mind,
You could try running but Iíll be right behind,
To drag you downwards - burn with me in hell,
My mindís so evil That the devilís scared as well!

You think Iím joking, but my reign has just begun
You think Iím joking, Iíve got the devil on the run,
Iím in the hot seat and the terrorís just begun!
Iíve got the devil on the run.

I am the master, Iíve got the devil on the run,
And when you join me, I can really have some fun,
Turning the tables, now Iíll be in control,
Watching the hellófire devouring your soul.

Donít try resistance, you canít escape my wrath,
Your sad existence, is enough to make me laugh,
Iíve turned the heat on, and Iím gonna have such fun,
My mindís so twisted, even the devilís on the run!

You think Iím joking, but my reign has just begun
You think Iím joking, Iíve got the devil on the run,
Deposed the devil, from his own throne in hell,
Thereís not enough room here, for him and me as well!

You think Iím joking, but Iíve got your soul in chains,
Iíll drag you downwards, and burn you in my flames,
Iíve got the devil on the run.

You think Iím joking, but my reign has just begun
Iím in the hot seat and the terrorís just begun!
You think Iím joking, Iíve got the devil on the run,
Iíve got the devil on the run!

VARIETY, THE SPICE OF STRIFE
Copyright 1989, Sarah Hartwell

Theyíre bitching in the kitchen
And I know it canít be nice,
Whatever brew theyíre stewing,
Theyíre about to add the spice;
I seem to be the centre
Of their recipe -
I think
Theyíve got it in for me.

Iím thinking that Iím sinking
And I know it serves me right,
I should never have been clever
And seen them both tonight,
Instead of fighting
With each other,
They are
Ganging up on me.

I wanted two when one would do,
Cos I like variety,
Both came in to help me sin
And theyíre ganging up on me!

Theyíre bitching in the kitchen
And I donít believe itís nice,
Whatever stew theyíre brewing,
I seem to be the spice.
I am the main course
In tonightís recipe -
I think, oh God, I know it!
Theyíve got it in for me!

DRAGONQUEEN'S LAIR

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