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Follow the links in the article below to a world of lyricism. All the featured songs are waiting for musical accompaniment. I have an idea of the tune I'd use but currently they are all open canvases for you to work on if you wish. Think of it as the bit Bernie Taupin does for Elton John.

If you like what you see but need a specific commission for your own project, take a chance on me. I promise to avoid being derivative.

And remember, I listen to the radio as well so don't go nicking my words.

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Rebuilding The Dream

Below sit the first of the articles originally written and published in October 2003 in the original version of the vinceunlimited website. They are reproduced below enhanced but unedited.


The Song Lyrics


Antsong - The opening song in a musical about Ants. Where you'll be Lloyd Webber (sorry) and I'll be your Rice

Best - Only by considering them all will you be able to see if this is the best. A teenage suicide anthem. Nice

Bike - Semi-autobiographical tale of a small boy's longing. No, not a small girl

Concrete - Inspired by my father. A warning against complacency

Crowd The Disco Floor - Unashamedly low rent. Think Black Lace. But hey, they serve a need.

Imperfect - An anthemic rant.

Lynda - Written for a special person. Treat this one with respect

Netsong - Is this a choice we will have to make?

Racecar - Fuelled by my passion for Formula One

Set It Free - Passionate song writing

Think - Complex duet. For two people, naturally. Or a well mixed up schizophrenic

Word We Don't Need - An anti-war song. Have you ever heard a pro-war song? Outside of Iraq


Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.047 31 Dec 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
Re-designed to comply with developed web look in Version 5.046 30 Dec 2017
See individual article notes for specific dates added



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Antsong

Photograph of an ant

These song lyrics were originally written and published in October 2003 in the original version of the vinceunlimited web site and are intended to be the opening song in a musical about ants.

In case you are feeling a bit of déjà vu here I conceived the concept about a rebel ant when the cold war started to thaw. Yes that long ago.

The story is an allegory about individualism in a closed equalitarian society. Designed way before the Disney / Pixar Animation team released their feature length cartoon A Bug's Life. And before Dreamworks' Antz as well. The release of these films caused a pause in my tracks.

However, the concept differs from these films so my idea may still have legs. Hopefully, at least six. It's just that I know everyone will say I pinched the theme from others. It kinda shows how concepts must be finalised, the early bird will always get the worm. Or the ant in this case.

Still I'm not defeated yet I need to up the ante. One day I intend to develop it in the format I originally intended it for. As a musical. The songs will all be written, eventually. Some, one, or more are already done. As can be seen below.

Click on the 'Ants' button below to see more about the musical.

The unedited original lyrics are reproduced below and await some musical accompaniment. Can you assist?

Antsong

From the musical by Vince, provisionally entitled Ants

Chorus (chant)
A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.
A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.
We are ants.
We are ants.
A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.A.N.T.S.
We are ants.
We are ants.
Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants.
Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants. Ants.
We are ants.

We are here, we belong.
From the start, all along.
A simple life we all live.
Nothing taken. We all give.

We are cogs in a machine.
Individuals. Rarely seen.
It's one for all and one for all.
No exceptions to the rule.

We all try to help the cause.
We sacrifice without a pause.
If we survive then that's O.K.
Then we all live another day.

We have no time to work it out.
There's finding food and work about.
Helping out we have our slot.
That is all an ant has got.

We are ants.
Yeah, we are ants.

Leafcutter Ant only
I'm Leafcutter. That's my quest.
In the trees. Doing my best.
Bringing back the food to store.
Turning round and fetching more.
Weaver Ant only
I build the home where we all stay.
Supergluing through the day.
Squeezing larvae to get the glue.
I am Weaver through and through.
Chorus
We are ants.
Yeah, we are ants.
Honeypot Ant only
I feed myself until I fill.
So stuffed with food I'm standing still.
Though not for me I'm Honeypot.
When times are lean I give my lot.
Soldier Ant only
A head so strong. Tough mandible.
I am designed to make a kill.
When Soldier ant's about they flee.
But what I crush ain't up to me.
Chorus
We are ants.
Yeah, we are ants.
Music

Chorus

We are glad to be a part,
Of a team with just one heart.
In terms of pride we have one aim,
No matter what we're all the same.

We are ants.
Yeah, we are ants.
We are ants.
Yeah, we are ants.

(to fade)

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.013 27 Oct 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts an ant, which may or may not be chanting and was added in Version 5.004 10 Oct 2017
Preheader incorporated into article and image updated in Version 5.013 27 Oct 2017



Best of All Angst

These song lyrics were composed by the author in 1990 and represented a feeling of anxiety I often felt whilst living as a teenager in the 1970s.

In those days a common expression was that your childhood and teenage years were the best of your life but if there were any self doubts this sentiment could easily have a negative effect. As written below if this is the best, forget the rest.

Too many young people took a radical approach some even choosing suicide or maybe withdrawal from society or they decided to self harm in the downtime when their peers were not administering this themselves.

I knew of no outlets to discuss these issues, there were no help groups, no targeted TV programming nor any internet forums because foolishly no-one thought of starting up an internet so a young person often felt very alone and vunerable.

The messages received were unhelpful. Boys were told to stand up to their issues and fight back 'like a man' even if they didn't have the ability or attitude to do this. Girls who felt unliked or drab would be told to 'make themselves attractive' to alter their happiness, ergo all a girl needed was a short skirt and pretty face to succeed in the world. As if having a pretty face was merely a life choice.

In composing this song I attempted to recreate and sympathise with these awkward growing years.

The unedited original lyrics are reproduced below and appear somewhat short of some musical accompaniment. On the simple basis is that it isn't there. Perhaps you can assist? You don't have to be a teenager to participate.

Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.005 14 Oct 2017



Best

By Vince

Teenage suicide anthem, written in 1990


Vince as a teenager laying out in a back garden by a waste bin

They say that at my age that fantasies are real,
There's no evil in the hating, no feeling in the kill.
They say there is no time that's better in my life.
No malice in the thinking nor sharpness in the knife.

They say that those around me are playing just for fun.
That there's no real tomorrow, no bullets in the gun.
They say I've got it good and life is just a scream,
And all I have to do is just play around and dream.

But I don't see things this way ...

If this is the best, forget the rest.
If this is it all, don't want no more.
If this is the best, forget the rest.
I just don't see any point.
If this is the most life has to give,
If this is the way you have to live.
If this is the best, forget the rest.
I just can't take any more.
The questions that I pose them are always passed straight by.
I ask them if their childhood was also fed by lies.
They say they had it good and happiness was there.
And tell me I'm to live it out without a single care.

But I can't seem to manage ...

If this is the best, forget the rest.
If this is it all, don't want no more.
If this is the best, forget the rest.
I just don't see any point.
If this is the most life has to give,
If this is the way you have to live.
If this is the best, forget the rest.
I just can't take any more.
So I'm left with just one choice. To chance it will improve.
To risk that they are wrong. That I will make it through.
The alternative is radical and frankly I'm not keen.
It must be worse than living in this place with what I've seen.

But I am still not convinced ...

If this is the best, forget the rest.
If this is it all, don't want no more.
If this is the best, forget the rest.
I just don't see any point.
If this is the most life has to give,
If this is the way you have to live.
If this is the best, forget the rest.
I just can't take any more.

If this is the most life wants to show.
If this is the case I want to know.
If this is the time to top it all.
I'm heading for a fall.
If this is the icing on the cake.
If this is all there is to take.
If this is the best, forget the rest.
I just won't take any more.

If this is the best ... forget the rest.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.005 14 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1990
First Published : Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the author showing angst in 1977 and was added in Version 5.005 14 Oct 2017



Plea For A Bike

When I was a child and through to a teenager I, like most of my peers, had a desire to own a bicycle. It was like a right of passage. Part of life development. It seemed natural and ordinary. It represented growth, freedom and independence. It was after all the status symbol of a generation. A chance to explore wider boundaries and meet new friends.

Bicycles were certainly an expensive thing. In my world at the time it had serious financial implications for parents. As one of three children getting expensive gifts was an extremely rare thing. In those days toys were reserved for special occasions like Birthdays or Christmases and the cost of bikes were probably more than treble that were spent on those days combined.

Plus there was an element of danger. Children, bikes and traffic didn't mix well with the former usually coming off worst.

It was for the above reason my father steadfastly refused to buy his children a bike. And of the three of us I was the most upset by this. Very upset. Extraordinarily upset. Boundary tantrum upset.

I reasoned that bicycle ownership would help me develop. I was a timid child, small compared to most school colleagues, a pacifist in an angry world, scared with insecurities about being considered part of it. I struggled to have close friends at school and was further alienated by being unable to be part of the cycling gangs developing. With no bike I appeared to be a loner. A loser.

It didn't help that my circumstances took me away to a remote school at twelve years old and getting there was a pain. Bus rides, long walks and being miles from friends when socialising was unbearable. It is even probably the reason I never became a rock star.

I argued long and passionately about these points with my dad but he was unrepentant. I pointed out that I, more than other children, would treat riding with respect and care to avoid becoming the jam in a car sandwich. I reasoned that by restricting this activity he was cruel, stunting my development and curtailing any after school activities. I even offered to have nothing else if only I could have a bike. But to no effect. There was no way he'll change his mind.

The duet character of the song, coupled with the chorus elements serve to suggest a West End musical style because that is exactly what it was intended to be. This passionate episode in my life was written to be part of a plan for a musical of my life that I was considering and working on in the 1980s. These lyrics were penned in 1989. The musical has yet to be completed.

The unedited original lyrics are reproduced below and despite their apparent complexity do not yet have any musical accompaniment. I will eventually get around to doing this but will first need to learn how to write music. This was a serious flaw in my plan to write that musical. So, can you help?

If the tune is great and it becomes a success I may buy you a bike. Providing you don't bloody well go on about it all the time.

Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.006 16 Oct 2017



Bike

By Vince

A spurned plea, written in 1989


Vince sat on a Dawes racing bike on a driveway

(Son)
Daddy will you buy me a bike?
Daddy will you buy me a bike?
I'm asking just right.
Will you see the light?
Daddy will you buy me a bike?

Daddy. Go on, buy me a bike
Daddy. Go on, buy me a bike
I'll borrow a bike.
To make you see right.
Daddy. Go on, buy me a bike.
(Chorus)
There is no way he'll change his mind.
The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
And yes we know that don't suit you.
Appreciate his point of view.
You'll make him angry if you don't care.
And force the issue. Pressure to bear.
His choice is made. And so is yours.
But you must give up. Abandon cause.
(Father)
Son, I will not buy you a bike?
Son, I will not buy you a bike?
Can shout if you like.
Loudspeaker and mike.
No, I will not buy you a bike?
(Chorus)
There is no way he'll change his mind.
The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
And yes we know that don't suit you.
Appreciate his point of view.
You'll make him angry if you don't care.
And force the issue. Pressure to bear.
His choice is made. And so is yours.
But you must give up. Abandon cause.
(Son)
Daddy please, I just want a bike?
Daddy please, I just want a bike?
I'm going on strike.
I'll fight for my rights.
Daddy please, it's only a bike?
(Chorus)
Daddy will not buy you a bike?
Daddy will not buy you a bike?
Can cry all you like.
You won't budge his might.
Daddy will not buy you a bike?
(Son)
Please Daddy.
Please, please Daddy.
I've never asked for anything else in my life.
Please Daddy.
Please, please Daddy.
I'll have this and nothing else if you like.
(Father)
Sorry, but I won't buy a bike.
Sorry, but you won't have a bike.
You could fly to great heights.
Push and die in the fight.
But, no way will I buy you a bike.
(Chorus and verses sung simultaneously)
(Son) I won't give up. (Chorus) There is no way he'll change his mind.
(Father) I think you must. (Chorus) The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
(Son) It's important. (Chorus) And yes we know that don't suit you.
(Son) A bike or bust. (Chorus) Appreciate his point of view.
(Son) There is no way I'm giving in. (Chorus) You'll make him angry if you don't care.
(Father) You may as well. You will not win. (Chorus) And force the issue. Pressure to bear.
(Son) I know with you the temper's short. (Chorus) His choice is made. And so is yours.
(Son) But I will fight to the highest court. (Chorus) But you must give up. Abandon cause.

(Father) You can fight but I won't break. (Chorus) There is no way he'll change his mind.
(Father) The cause is dead, for heaven's sake. (Chorus) The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
(Son) It will not die. I am not through. (Chorus) And yes we know that don't suit you.
(Father) I'm in charge it's not up to you. (Chorus) Appreciate his point of view.
(Son) If you could... (Chorus) You'll make him angry....
(Father) No way I will. (Chorus) ...if you don't care.
(Son) I just want... (Chorus) And force the issue...
(Father) I'm certain still. (Chorus) ...Pressure to bear.
(Son) It's a... (Chorus) His choice...
(Father) When you live on your own. (Chorus) ...is made. And so is yours.
(Father) Then... (Chorus) But you...
(Son) Then I'll run away from home. (Chorus) ...must give up. Abandon cause.

(Silence)

(Chorus - repeats softly without music)

There is no way he'll change his mind.
The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
And yes we know that don't suit you.
Appreciate his point of view.
You'll make him angry if you don't care.
And force the issue. Pressure to bear.
His choice is made. And so is yours.
But you must give up. Abandon cause. Abandon cause. Abandon cause.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.006 16 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1989
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the author on one of the first bikes he owned and was added in Version 5.006 16 Oct 2017



Concrete

By Vince

From an idea by my father, written in 1994


A concrete stairway lit in red

In a decade or two,
Everyone knew,
That there would be no more fossil fuel.

In a decade or three,
Everyone agreed,
There'd be no more wood left from the trees.

In a decade or four,
Everyone saw,
Total destruction from nuclear war.

But no-one 'cept me,
Could ever forsee,
The day we ran out of concrete.

The day we run out of concrete,
Is a day that we should grieve.
No more building up our lifestyle.
No more repairing what we see.
Jobs are lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we run out of concrete,
The day we run out of concrete,
No fabric for society.

Ten years go by,
How right was I.
Concrete's in such short supply.

A decade's passed,
Science at last,
Is hunting for a replacement fast.

The day we run out of concrete,
Is a day that we should grieve.
No more building up our lifestyle.
No more repairing what we see.
Jobs are lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we run out of concrete,
The day we run out of concrete,
No fabric for society.

Another ten on,
Everyone's gone.
No-one listened to the words of my song.

A decade goes.
Nobody knows.
Nobody here to listen to me.
Nobody here to listen to me.
Nobody here to listen to me.
I feel so alone...

I recall,
The day we ran out of concrete,
Was a day that we all grieved.
We couldn't build upon our lifestyle,
Or repair society.
Jobs were lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we ran out of concrete,
The day we ran out of concrete,
A day I hope I never see.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.010 20 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1994
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts a concrete staircase, part of the South Bank in London and was added, along with the tag in Version 5.010 20 Oct 2017



Crowd The Disco Floor

By Vince

Disco dance number, written in 1992


Vince with perm and open shirt dancing with three women

I know the floor is empty and your food's not quite gone down,
I know that you all think that you dance just like a clown.
And the choice of records so far has made you stop and think,
That the bar is still wide open and you need another drink.
I know that you are saying that if someone else is first,
Then you will get stuck in and really do your worst.
But this night won't last forever.
So let's get started. All together.
Grab a friend. Get off your seat.
Don't get left behind the beat.
On the count of three all go!
One. Two. Go!

Be the first to the floor and get a prize.
A chance to be seen by all those eyes.
That man there is getting stuck in.
Or has he just drunk too much gin?

Get on your feet and show no fear.
Do all those things you said coming here.
'Cause if you don't dance it won't be long.
Before we play that flamin' Birdie song!

I cannot stand those parties where no one stands a chance.
'Cause people stand around the place and no one starts to dance.
Now that we have started, we want it more and more.
So come on up and join us on this crowded disco floor.

Four people dancing round and round,
The handbags placed upon the ground.
If you look close the bags are three.
I wish that other man was me.

I cannot stand those parties where no one stands a chance.
'Cause people stand around the place and no one starts to dance.
Now that we have started, we want it more and more.
So come on up and join us on this crowded disco floor.

Form a circle right 'round the room.
Get arm in arm or two by two.
The middle one now has to show.
What they can do, or else they go.

(Music)

I cannot stand those parties where no one stands a chance.
'Cause people stand around the place and no one starts to dance.
Now that we have started, we want it more and more.
So come on up and join us on this crowded disco floor.

I cannot stand those parties where no one stands a chance.
'Cause people stand around the place and no one starts to dance.
Now that we have started, we want it more and more.
So come on up and join us on this crowded disco floor.

Now this record's over. Stay up on the floor.
Hang around together and we'll play you some more.
An' if you don't like what you hear, you can always say,
Let's play this song again, again...
...Why don't you play it again, forever and a day?

I cannot stand those parties where no one stands a chance.
'Cause people stand around the place and no one starts to dance.
Now that we have started, we want it more and more.
So come on up and join us on this crowded disco floor.

I cannot stand those parties where no one stands a chance.
'Cause people stand around the place and no one starts to dance.
Now that we have started, we want it more and more.
So come on up and join us on this crowded disco floor.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.012 25 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1992
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts Vince dancing at a family party with three women in 1982 and was added, along with the tag in Version 5.012 25 Oct 2017



Imperfect

By Vince

Written in 1992


The multi-headed traffic light tree in Canary Wharf

I see roadworks, traffic jams.
Polluting gases in our land.
There's litter on the street.
Shoe's cost more than aching feet.

Filled the car with carbon juice.
Credit limits blown a fuse.
Talk of having light pollution.
Eight lane roads are no solution.

Nothing in this world of mine.
Emptiness and less.
Worried 'bout my state of mind.
Always in a mess.
Never seem to get it right.
Failing every day.
Not a perfect world I'm told.
At least that's what they say.

Vandals thrash in their steel cages.
Crush themselves to death.
Police get blamed for all the killing.
When they clear up the mess.

Nothing in this world of mine.
Emptiness and less.
Worried 'bout my state of mind.
Always in a mess.
Never seem to get it right.
Failing every day.
Not a perfect world I'm told.
At least that's what they say.

Nothing in this world of mine.
Emptiness and less.
Worried 'bout my state of mind.
Always in a mess.
Never seem to get it right.
Failing every day.
Not a perfect world I'm told.
At least that's what they say.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.022 22 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1994
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the multi-headed traffic light tree in Canary Wharf and was added, along with the tags in Version 5.022 22 Oct 2017. It was taken by the Author around Jul 2000



Lynda

By Vince

Written in 1982

Dedicated to a very special person in my life, who shall remain nameless.


A photograph of Lynda lying prone on top of a bed

You lay there, you're crying. I'm thinking 'bout my dying.
How I'll live 'til then and never see you gone.
You think I cannot love you. Though I serve you, always hold you.
And believe I'll stay around you for so long.

I never want you to leave me. I'm hoping this so dearly.
I fear the thought of being so alone.
And if I wake up and you've gone, you know it won't be so long,
'Fore I come running for you back upon the 'phone.

Oh Lynda you're my love, my only dearest love.
I'll love you for one hundred thousand years.
And if you don't believe me Lynda, listen to my words.
And sense me when I wipe away your tears.
I'll serve you forever, and a day and another.
I'll always help you fight away your fears.
Oh Lynda, what can I say but I love you today,
And I'll love you through the months and through the years.

So hold your head up high and please don't make me cry.
'Cause I do when you are sad and you are lonely.
From the day that we first met you know I could have bet,
That you, my girl, would be my one and only.

Oh Lynda you're my love, my only dearest love.
I'll love you for one hundred thousand years.
And if you don't believe me Lynda, listen to my words.
And sense me when I wipe away your tears.
I'll serve you forever, and a day and another.
I'll always help you fight away your fears.
Oh Lynda, what can I say but I love you today,
And I'll love you through the months and through the years.

You made my life worth living, your caring and your giving.
I'm never lonely now I must confess.
And if thanks were made in time you can have the rest of mine.
We'll live together now and forever more Lynda...
...I love you

Oh Lynda you're my love, my only dearest love.
I'll love you for one hundred thousand years.
And if you don't believe me Lynda, listen to my words.
And sense me when I wipe away your tears.
I'll serve you forever, and a day and another.
I'll always help you fight away your fears.
Oh Lynda, what can I say but I love you today,
And I'll love you through the months and through the years.

Oh Lynda you're my love, my only dearest love.
Believe me now 'cause I mean it. I do...

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.029 1 Dec 2017
Lyrics written in 1982
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the eponymous subject and was taken in 1982. It was added, along with the tags in Version 5.029 1 Dec 2017.



Netsong

By Vince

Written in 1994

The future of mankind - Pre-cursor to a film (note: Written five years before The Matrix was released)


A photograph of Vince half covered by a photograph of a circuit board

First there was the wheel. And then came the car.
Now we live together in a little glass jar.
All connected in the Net. No individual memory.
Virtual reality is now actuality.

No one has to die. There's ROM for every soul.
Ten million to a chip and space for all to grow.
Walls can't be pulled down. A cryogenic dream.
Now we have anything we need. Everlastingly.

But all I want to do is die a man.
With my own feet walking through a dewy grass.
All I want to do is lie alone,
Remembering a thousand years gone past.
Now that we can't ever break our walls,
We can never, ever end it all.
When you have anything you ever sought.
You seek nothing at all.
Switch me off. Switch me off. Switch me off.
Let me through the Net.
You gave us everything but death in the end.

With DNA replication as a daily norm.
Not one body since was ever truly born.
Sex with anyone, they really needn't know.
Flying, racing, killing in the sun, sea, sand or snow.

But all I want to do is die a man.
With my own feet walking through a dewy grass.
All I want to do is lie alone,
Remembering a thousand years gone past.
Now that we can't ever break our walls,
We can never, ever end it all.
When you have anything you ever sought.
You seek nothing at all.
Switch me off. Switch me off. Switch me off.
Let me through the Net.
You gave us everything but death in the end.

We feel the world through all our memories,
And we can walk upon its surface if we please.
By using five sense suits that robots made,
We can still feel sunlight on us in a leafy glade.

But all I want to do is die a man.
With my own feet walking through a dewy grass.
All I want to do is lie alone,
Remembering a thousand years gone past.
Now that we can't ever break our walls,
We can never, ever end it all.
When you have anything you ever sought.
You seek nothing at all.
Switch me off. Switch me off. Switch me off.
Let me through the Net.
You gave us everything but death in the end.

But all I want to do is die a man.
With my own feet walking through a dewy grass.
All I want to do is lie alone,
Remembering a thousand years gone past.
Now that we can't ever break our walls,
We can never, ever end it all.
When you have anything you ever sought.
You seek nothing at all.
Switch me off. Switch me off. Switch me off.
Let me through the Net.
You gave us everything but death in the end.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.031 5 Dec 2017
Lyrics written in 1994
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the author partly obscured by a circuit board and was created in October 2014. It was added, along with the tags in Version 5.031 dated 5 Dec 2017.



Racecar

By Vince

Written in 1994

Dedicated to Aryton Senna


Two detailed colourful model Formula 1 racing cars.  Jaguar Racing and BMW

It's a week since first they came to this place the circus claims.
Fired up passion growing strong. Now the climax won't be long.
Tens of thousands take their place to cheer on their chosen ace.
With ad. men selling top rate places to advertise their companies graces.

Pole man sits on the front row. Cameras focus on the show.
Eight hundred horses singing loud to a tune to please the crowd.
Noise increases on the grid as final checks reach fever pitch.
Greens release two dozen steeds and the rubber feet do bleed.

A multi-million-power game guarantees the man his fame.
Progress verses nerves so hard in the world of racing cars.

The first corner is a squeeze. Only four escape the siege.
With the start again its all clear but the last ones pay so dear.
Fifteen straights without a change, then an oil seal makes a claim.
Gives a chance to two more aces, for three circuits changing places.

A multi-million-power game guarantees the man his fame.
Progress verses nerves so hard in the world of racing cars.

More back markers, slipstreamed straights. Tyres and fuel in ten point eight.
Fastest lap is a new crown as the times come tumbling down.
Carbon fibre body getting light. Black and white comes into sight.
The gathered crowds roar out his name and another takes his fame.

A multi-million-power game guarantees the man his fame.
Progress verses nerves so hard in the world of racing cars.

A multi-million-power game guarantees the man his fame.
Progress verses nerves so hard in the world of racing cars.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.035 11 Dec 2017
Lyrics written in 1994
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the author's two Formula 1 model racing cars. A 2002 season Jaguar Racing Team R3 and a BMW Williams FW24 photographed by the author in 2005. It was added, along with the tags in Version 5.035 dated 11 Dec 2017.



Set It Free

By Vince

Written in 1991

Forbidden Love


A photograph showing a spurting fountain and a duck in a park

Running my eyes up and down your body where my hands would rather be.
Feeling you close within my soul. Searching for that ecstasy.
Can't bide my time 'til the moments right.
Wanting to do, settling for sight.
Just take a chance on us and arouse this dynamite.

Stealing a glance or touching your hair. Remembering the look in your eyes.
Saying the things the way you do. Seeing through your little disguise.
You want me, I know that's true.
We are both planning what to do.
If only we could say the things that we both knew.

I want you and you know it.
Let me take you to a place we both can be.
Now's the time to show it.
Let's take the next stage and then you will see.
You can hold me. Let your spirit free.
Is this love? Or is it just our fantasy.
Set it free. Set it free.

Make special dreams come true tonight for all those tears you cried.
My hands are cold but your body's warm and time is on our side.
I'm aching in the places that you haven't got.
An' you are feeling deadly hot.
Let's entwine our loving and give it our best shot.

I want you and you know it.
Let me take you to a place we both can be.
Now's the time to show it.
Let's take the next stage and then you will see.
You can hold me. Let your spirit free.
Is this love? Or is it just our fantasy.
Set it free. Set it free.

The moment's good and we are sharing time, with blood gushing through my veins.
I'm reaching out to be within. You're holding on my reins.
You're searching out for a new height.
Breath so heavy but head is light.
Bodies a' shaking but our soles are in full flight.

Musical crescendo

We're feeling good with me in you. A moment true and pure.
With peacefulness embracing us. We're wanting for no more.
We've taken chances on or love attack.
Seen the light with no going back.
Broken down the barriers...
...Now we're on the right track.

I want you and you know it.
Let me take you to a place we both can be.
Now's the time to show it.
Let's take the next stage and then you will see.
You can hold me. Let your spirit free.
Is this love? Or is it just our fantasy.
Set it free. Set it free.

I want you and you know it.
Let me take you to a place we both can be.
Now's the time to show it.
Let's take the next stage and then you will see.
You can hold me. Let your spirit free.
Is this love? Or is it just our fantasy.
Set it free. Set it free.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.037 13 Dec 2017
Lyrics written in 1991
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts a park scene gushing with symbolism and a good duck photographed by the author in Nov 2016. It was added, along with the tags in Version 5.037 dated 13 Dec 2017.



Think

A duet by Vince

Written in 1991

Duet for a lost love


A photograph of an old cathedral glass window design comprising multiole coloured rectangles

(Man) Have you ever been so lonely that you feel you couldn't care?
That your life is full of nothing and you're going to nowhere?
(Woman) Have you ever been so lonely that your cares no longer feel?
That your loving days are over and your heart is now of steel?
(Man) Then something that is said.
(Woman) Or something that you see.
(Man) A prompt. A nudge. A noise perhaps...
(Woman) ...brings back a memory.
(Man) Have you seen the situation when you see someone from afar?
(Woman) Is it them or just a mirage?
(Both) Are you who I think you are?

(Woman) I won't accept these facts at all. I won't believe my eyes.
I cannot start on mending all those painful days and lies.
(Man) I won't be seen to go back on all my promises to me.
The days and nights of total pain as I tried to cut you free.
(Woman) I won't believe in miracles.
(Man) I've suffered so to learn.
(Woman) I can't believe that in one glimpse...
(Man) ...I've seen the past return.
(Woman) But when I take a closer look, it's like finding a new star.
(Man) I'm sure that I am certain.
(Both) Are you who I think you are?

(Both) Are you from my past or just made of glass?
Are you really there?
Take a look at me. Do you long to be,
Here without a care?
Just give me the eye. Make a tear run dry.
Be the one I knew
Could we re-light the flame? Do you feel the same?
Please tell me are you who?
I think you are.

(Man) I thought I'd put the fire out. I thought that you were gone.
I said I'd never would go back or listen to our song
(Woman) But deep inside I knew that you were just on ice.
Hidden in a secret file but thinking it was nice
(Man) All my burdens are lifting.
(Woman) My chains are breaking free.
(Man) Seeing you has brought about...
(Woman) ...a long lost melody.
(Man) I heard you were around here. I thought I saw your car.
(Woman) Please tell me with all honesty.
(Both) Are you who I think you are?

(Both) Are you from my past or just made of glass?
Are you really there?
Take a look at me. Do you long to be,
Here without a care?
Just give me the eye. Make a tear run dry.
Be the one I knew
Could we re-light the flame? Do you feel the same?
Please tell me are you who?
I think you are.

(Music...)

(Woman) Hang on, I need a minute. I'm back from hell today.
I can't think straight. I need some time for things that I should say.
(Man) Don't say a thing. Just do it. Just make this dream come true.
I'm sure that what I'm feeling is going on in you.
(Woman) Do you feel the same as I do?
(Man) Don't you want to grab this chance?
(Woman) Should we take things as they happen...
(Man) ...Or try to find our old romance.
(Woman) We can't know that it will happen. The fact that we've come far.
(Man) Do you sense that what you're saying is.
(Both) Are you who I think you are?

(Both) Are you from my past or just made of glass?
Are you really there?
Take a look at me. Do you long to be,
Here without a care?
Just give me the eye. Make a tear run dry.
Be the one I knew
Could we re-light the flame? Do you feel the same?
Please tell me are you who?
I think you are.

(Both) Are you from my past or just made of glass?
Are you really there?
Take a look at me. Do you long to be,
Here without a care?
Just give me the eye. Make a tear run dry.
Be the one I knew
Could we re-light the flame? Do you feel the same?
Please tell me are you who?
I think you are.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.041 18 Dec 2017
Lyrics written in 1991
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
Text first presented in colour to mark the singer contributions in version 2.00 in May 2005
The image depicts a cathedral window in Buckfastleigh Abbey. Literally from the past and made of glass. Photographed by the author in 2010. It was added, along with the tags in Version 5.041 dated 18 Dec 2017.



Word We Don't Need

By Vince

An anti-war song lyric.

Written in 1994 [in 20 minutes]

The Ultimate Dream


A photograph showing a convoy of tanks heading away on a motorway with a police outrider escort

We are heading for a new age.
A time long overdue.
A dream for all our fathers.
And now it's coming true.

Our forebears gave us hope.
We've taken their ideas.
We'll see it lasts forever.
And live in peace for years.

With no more hunger left to feed.
With no more victims left to bleed.
With no more use for wanton greed.
War is a word that we don't need.

Together in our small world.
We've learnt to get on well.
It's heaven on this planet.
We've eliminated hell.

With no more hunger left to feed.
With no more victims left to bleed.
With no more use for wanton greed.
War is a word that we don't need.

We can't forget the old days.
That's the secret of success.
To lose what we have built up.
Would leave us in a mess.

With no more hunger left to feed.
With no more victims left to bleed.
With no more use for wanton greed.
War is a word that we don't need.

With no more hunger left to feed.
With no more victims left to bleed.
With no more use for wanton greed.
War is a word that we don't need.

War is a word that we don't need.
(to fade)

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.043 20 Dec 2017
Lyrics written in 1994
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts a convoy of tanks heading away up the M27 taken by the author's wife around 1979. It was added, along with the tags in Version 5.043 dated 20 Dec 2017.