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A TOWN CALLED IRON STRIKE
Even as the daylight comes to a west end road
Where there’s nothing more to choose
And a war breaks down due to lack of support
In a party run by fools
And the talk is all of the faces seen by candlelight
Still the lights keep burning in the middle of a town called Iron Strike
And as the police come a-knocking and the ladies
wear ballroom gowns again
And they haven’t got time unless they move along
In a steady way
Someone shouts out a warning and a poster on a wall starts to peel
Still the lights keep burning in the middle of a town called Iron Strike
And they’re rusting falling slipping and crawling home tonight
And they’re rusting falling skipping and whoring all the night
And then another day comes
There’s a ship in the desert with a captain
Who’s been drinking hard
By the light of the moon in a place
Now called murder park
And the rats are running as the ship is sinking fast
Still the lights keep burning in the middle of a town called Iron Strike
And they’re rusting falling slipping and crawling home tonight
And they’re rusting falling skipping and whoring all the night
And they rust like steel as they’re broken on the wheel like butterflies
And they rust like steel as they’re dying in the fields half hypnotised
Somebody’s crying and somebody’s dying
Some people are living and they’re not even trying
Somebody’s crying and somebody’s dying
Some people are living without even, without even trying
And she’s wrapped in cigarette smoke and a thousand broken dreams
And then the dawn is frozen while her lover’s chosen to be out all night long
And it’s a hard sell for a living hell In Paradise
Still the lights keep burning in the middle of a town called Iron Strike
And they’re rusting falling slipping and crawling home tonight
And they’re rusting falling skipping and whoring all the night
And they rust like steel as they’re broken on the wheel like butterflies
And they rust like steel as they’re dying in the fields half hypnotised
And they cry like thunder
Love like anger lives a lie
In a town called Iron Strike
Words and Music © 1990 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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Fire For You
04:10
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FIRE FOR YOU
I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find myself in love with you
I find it most amusing that I crave for you - I’ll be brave for you
But if you want to save yourself from destruction
Then maybe we should put a stop to it all
You will be raised on a battlefield born like a wild beast
and you’ll be loved like a lion in the winter of your heart
Running through the hot sand
and burning like a firebrand like an angel when you come to me and I
I will be fire for you
I will be fire for you
And if you’re asking me to say those words for
Peace and company I will be
More than happy to oblige you - to excite you - to decide your fate for you
But if you want to save yourself from destruction
Then maybe we should put a stop to it all
You will be raised on a battlefield born like a wild beast
and you’ll be loved like a lion in the winter of your heart
Running through the hot sand
and burning like a firebrand like an angel when you come to me and I
I will be fire for you
I will be fire for you
Words and Music 1990 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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Uncommon Times
04:17
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UNCOMMON TIMES
These are uncommon times - when worlds collide
and Nations fight for vanity.
These are contagious times when - love divides
and hate inspires insanity.
Infected all around
A million loved ones underground - still rising.
We search for clues in vain and look for
Someone else to blame...
Hold on... Hold on to something...
Hold on to someone...
Hold on to anything at all.
We climb these dizzy heights - only to fall
as sure as night - but
wisdom seems so hard to gain
Must everything be so explained?
We light the fires at night to keep the
Wild beasts out of sight but -
Nothing burns like hell on earth -
Is nothing really what it's worth?
Hold on... Hold on to something...
Hold on to someone...
Hold on to anything at all.
Hold on... Hold on to something...
Hold on to someone...
Hold on to anything at all.
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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Why?
07:39
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WHY?
He's still there - corner of 5th & A
Just where he was three years ago
When we first came to the Electric City,
"How ya doin'?" - Coming out of a bar -
How do you say how ya doing to a guy living in a cardboard box - without irony.
We'd had a few drinks - mellow, comfortable –
Walking back to our heated apartment, braving the cold wet february night.
"You had a good night." he says
looking up and smiling through a tangled beard -
Just like - "Hey, just because I'm living in a
fucking cardboard box on the street - there's no reason
why you shouldn't go out and have a good time."
And there's thousands like him every day
But I just turn and walk away
Cos if I stopped what would I say.
Then there's Starving Artist - and Faith no More -
That's what Dave calls them anyway.
Hanging 'round the club, 5 o-clock in the morning on Avenue B
- the glamour district.
Painted drag queens and uptown suits slumming it downtown
and o.d'ing on cocaine and voyeurism.
"We went to this really wild after hours last night - got really fucked up man - what a blast!
You should see some of the crazy people they get in there
'course you gotta take the Limo - you don't want to get stuck around there without wheels!"
And Starving Artist says "Can you spare a dime buddy?"
only it's a quarter these days.
Takes a lot of quarters to buy a bag of dope.
I see thousands like him every day
But I just turn and walk away
Cos if I stopped what would I say.
An' I'm sitting in this cab - going somewhere, the guy driving's about 35 - 36
first generation immigrant - an' he's trying
doesn't speak great English but hey - who does?
An' we're stopped at the lights, an' a guy comes up to the window.
"Hey man - Can you help me out with a quarter so I can get something to eat?"
And the cabbie says - "Why? - Why? Why? - Why?
You got two hands - just like me - Why don't you do somethin' for yourself?"
I sit back in my seat, the lights change, and we speed off
Goin' somewhere.
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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My Punishment
06:43
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MY PUNISHMENT
As I believe - a weakness can be strong
in the blackest of my days
And I should know I tried it once before
In the garden of relief
So there you go, berate my soul
am I supposed to be alive?
And if you say tomorrow
I will pray for today
If there's still time to save me
If there's still time...
I set my sights too high
while you drew diamonds in the sky
and all at once I understood
the message here is loud and good
My punishment, my punishment
My punishment, my punishment
The arrows that you aim at me
are tipped with hate, and certainty
I understand the reasons why -
It's long and complicated...
If you could see the hold you have on me there'd be no question
I give myself to you completely - no hesitation
I'm looking to survive, survive, survive
I set my sights too high
While you drew diamonds in the sky
and all at once I understood
the message here is loud and good
My punishment, my punishment
My punishment, my punishment
Like a moth to a flame you draw me
seems I'm ready to burn
I set my sights too high
While you drew diamonds in the sky
and all at once I understood
the message here is loud and good
My punishment, my punishment
My punishment, my punishment
Words and Music © 2002 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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Fish Out Of Water
03:17
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FISH OUT OF WATER
What do you want to be a hero for
You know you'll only get yourself noticed
Sticking your big head up above everyone
What do you want to climb that mountain for
You know you'll only slip and hurt your big toe
Surely there are safer ways to have fun?
Life would be easy if you'd just settle down
Ah but life would be hard without
digging and flying and aching and crying
Like a fish out of water I'd drown.
Why do you want to go to outer space
You know it's cold and there's no cable TV
What are you going to do on rainy afternoons?
Why do you want to go so deep sea diving
Maybe some big fish is gonna eat you
Don't you know they've got them all in the Zoo?
Life would be easy if you’d just settle down
Ah but life would be hard without
digging and flying and aching and crying
Like a fish out of water I'd drown.
Why do you want to leave your home town
all your friends and family's here
I think they’ll miss you
Don't you think you'll get a little lonely too?
Why do you wanna go adventuring it’s not as if there’s nothing here you couldn’t do
Don’t you know we’ve got our own mountains too?
Life would be easy if you'd just settle down
Ah but life would be hard without
digging and flying and aching and crying
Without slipping and falling and aching and crawling -
Like a fish out of water I'd drown.
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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The Ballad of Genevieve
05:28
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THE BALLAD OF GENEVIEVE
In the crazy world of a desperate man
Were the cries of the living dead,
As he called to the spirits of the demon souls
That were living inside his head.
Based on all known facts and information
It was the middle of the day but nobody saw
I guess nobody paid attention.
So he sneaked out of town on the back of a horse -
Well the back of a bus to be correct
And from the look on his face he was going to a place
Where papers are never checked.
It was 4:34 when Mrs Moore came out of her house
in a panic.
And the little ones cried and trembled inside
In the face of deeds Satanic.
"Based on heresay and certain facts and information -
We have reason to believe that he's taken Genevieve
To Hell and her Damnation.
We have reason to believe that he's taken Genevieve
To Hell and her Damnation.
Of all the Flowers in the Garden
There isn't any so Sweet,
The purest Poison in the Desert
Will bring a good man down and down and down and down.....
It was a hell of a do when the wire came through
To Officer Cusack's desk,
The disappearence of a girl - a jewel - a real pearl
Guaranteed to make the National Press.
With his job on the line he decided to assign
His best man, Mac McGuiness -
Who's tenacity was known - like a wild dog at a bone
He'd sink his teeth into the case until he'd finished.
Well it was well after dark when he saw the trailer park
and the circle of fire burning.
And though his heart stood still - he was certain of his will
and how they'd celebrate his returning.
Then he spied Genevieve with the flames at her sleeves -
Though now he'd swear it was all an illusion,
and as he stepped into the ring he was certain that he'd bring
The case to it's full conclusion.
And as he stepped into the ring he was certain that he'd bring
The case to it's full conclusion.
Of all the Flowers in the Garden
There isn't any so Sweet,
The purest Poison in the Desert
Will spin good man round and around and around and around.....
Now the story can be told - full of intrigue though it's old
Of how McGuiness never solved the case.
He returned a broken man - missing fingers from one hand
and with a petrified grin across his face.
"Based on facts and my thorough investigation -
I have reason to believe that your daughter Genevieve
Is the cause of this Damnation.
I have reason to believe that your daughter Genevieve
Is the cause of this Damnation.
Of all the Flowers in the Garden
there isn't any so Sweet,
The purest Poison in the Desert
Will bring a good man down and down and down and down....
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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If You Could See Me Now
04:19
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IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW
Well there’s some things you never learn to give
and some things you never learn to take
I don’t mind if it teaches me a lesson
Well if I was hard of hearing
ooh and I was short of breath
I would still find time
I would find a way to listen
Well if you could see me now
And if you could hear me now
Come on back
And make a new arrangement
Well if you would listen now
And find your way somehow
To come on back
And make a new arrangement
Maybe I’m right that must mean I’m wrong
Or maybe I just misunderstood
Heavy is the head that never turns your way
Well if I was hard of hearing
Oh and if I was short of breath
I would still find time
I would find a way to listen
Well if you could see me now
And if you could hear me now
Come on back
And make a new arrangement
Well if you would listen now
And find your way somehow
To come on back
And make a new arrangement
Words and Music Simon Scardanelli/Shark © 1988 & 2000 Musica Scardanelli/Sharkadelic Music/Bug Music
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Simon Scardanelli Merléac, France
Simon Scardanelli is an English singer, songwriter & composer now based in Central Brittany,
France.
Currently working on his next album - a folk-opera which he will launch in early 2023.
A great live performer who has toured extensively, available for solo acoustic & amplified concerts as well as in trio with accordion & percussion..
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