Solsista
i'm gonna let you out of prison coz you've been there too long
try to give you what you need and see that you get strong in the sunshine
i know it's not as easy as forgive and forget
but i cannot remember the last time that we met out in the sunshine
it's all quite safe this is a trouble free zone
and you'll be ok even out on your own when the sun shines
it's my concern you're maybe too far gone
and still i regret my going on and on
aaah solsista
the animals i watch 'cause they don't think so much
seems a good way to be just keeping in touch with sunshine
one of these days i'm gonna let go myself
dust down my clothes run and jump off the shelf into some sunshine
aaah solsista
silent as a flame the double edge of blame
seeks a righteous victim's troubled heart to claim and end his sunshine
but i'll give back what's yours and start to open up doors
doze and be woken up on foreign shores bathed in sunshine
aaah solsista
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Cooking on a Riff
in the year before 2004
young Watson Storr was called back to the core
in case his ego sneaked in & through the backdoor
to take charge of and fill up the stage floor
he was getting holes in his soles from shooting his feet
getting stares and scares when out on the street
ill at ease with those he did meet
off of his head and on the edge of his seat
well there aint no stopping when the trip beats bopping
now someones passing him a spliff
coz he's cooking on a riff
cooking on a riff
but he became tired of swimming up against the flow
and fearing that which lies down below
'when all the time all I needed to know' he says is
'what I reap is just what I sow it's just what I sow'
now he's cooking on a riff on a brand new tack
with the wind in his sails there's no holding back
cutting some chilling time cutting some slack
seldom do the reticent fear attack
they don't fear attack
his head is thumping with the bass beat bumping
some girl's getting him stiff
coz he's cooking on a riff, he's cooking on a riff
with his clash cut quiff
he's cooking on a riff
well Watson he wrote me
"heaven forbid any fall from grace
and when I find himself in a comfortable place
will I try all alone to promote my face
or am I content to leave no trace
coz barking up a withered tree
sure aint no good for me
it aint the way to be truly as free as the sea
and free is when I becomes We
free is when the I becomes wee
i'm giving it 4 to the floor when they call for out for more
but what's in store for Watson Storr?
for Watson Storr"
it's still 4 to the floor when they call for out for more
but what's in store for Watson ?
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