Lyrics From My Youth

By Stefan Blaylock

a collection of poems & lyrics written between 2006-2013.

 

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"don't get me wrong, this one it's positive

don't get me right else I'm left with the opposite"

 

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"i don't feel empty but feel nothing inside

i don't feel humble, i don't feel pride

nothing to admit, nothing to deny

there is no truth, there is no lie"

 

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"their hand, your wallet, back pocket

goes like water, a plug and socket

week day week night, anything for a buzz"

 

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"there's a party in my head and you're the first one invited

it's going to be mental it's going to be insane"

 

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"i need to hear your voice, i need to feel your touch

i need to be pushed over and told to get back up"

 

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"light shines brighter when you're around me

the sweetest time

colour enhanced dance will you join me"

• Language: English
• Publisher: KnockBang Publishing
• Release date: Mar 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393679127

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lyrics from my youth

Stefan Blaylock

a collection of lyrics & poems written between 2006-2013

KnockBang Publishing

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© 2021 Stefan Blaylock. All Rights Reserved

Contents

now's the time

beg to differ

myself

party in my head

until my last days

feel

sweetest time

words of anonymous

yesterday's ghost

love stung

California he's coming

a night out with me

fun and games

queen, king and jack

call me a dreamer

sounds of a freak

too easy to run from doubt

daylight

peace of mind

flew by

retrace his steps

out of control

wouldn't quite call it home

new found self belief

i think it's going to stay this way

may as well

treat it like a game

big bang

up to dance

long walk

makes you wonder

my top shelf

culture

these glory days

when i'm old

now's the time

cling on to your youth

keep searching for the deceitful truth

together we dance on through the night

a creature thinking in overdrive

thriving, just to feel alive

so many voices, choose which ones you hear

genuine laughs, genuine smiles

worth every penny

so we buy more, the drinks they pour

until we've not got any

now call it callow

call it naive

this place is shallow

hear