Steve THORNE


Part Two: Emotional Creatures

(2007)



1. Toxicana Apocalypso 5'07
(Steve Thorne)
2. Wayward 5'50
(Steve Thorne)
STEVE THORNE ©2004
3. Crossfire 4'43
(Steve Thorne)
STEVE THORNE ©2004
4. Roundabout 4'24
(Steve Thorne)
STEVE THORNE ©2005
5. Hounded 7'13
(Steve Thorne)
STEVE THORNE ©2004
6. All The Wisemen 5'19
(Steve Thorne)
STEVE THORNE ©2003
7. Great Ordeal 3'08
(Steve Thorne)
STEVE THORNE ©2003
8. 6am (Your Time) 2'47
(Steve Thorne)
9. Solace 2'32
(Steve Thorne)
10. The White Dove Song 5'59
(Steve Thorne)
STEVE THORNE ©1993
11. Sandheads 7'29
(Steve Thorne)
STEVE THORNE ©1994

Total Time: 54:31


  • Steve Thorne - Acoustic Guitar (1-3, 5-7, 10, 11), Electric Guitar (1-7, 10), Twelve String Guitar (8), all Keyboards / Synth (1), Keyboards (2-8, 10, 11), Bass Guitar (7), FX (1-4, 6-8, 10), Samples (2), 2nd Organ Solo (1), Sequencers (4), Moog Bass Pedals (1, 3, 4, 8, 11), Percussion (3), Loops (6), All Sounds (9), Vocals (2-7, 10, 11)
  • Gary Chandler - Electric Guitar (1), Electric Guitar 2nd section (5)
  • John Mitchell - End Electric Guitar (3), Lead Guitar (6), Guitar Solo (11)
  • Geoff Downes - 1st Organ (1), Piano (3, 11), Hammond Organ Solo (10)
  • Martin Orford - Hammond Organ (5)
  • Tony Levin - Bass (1, 3), Stick (2, 6)
  • Pete Trewavas - Bass (10, 11)
  • Dave Meros - Rickenbacker Bass (5, 8)
  • Gavin Harrison - Drums (2)
  • Nick D’Virgilio - Drums (1, 3-7, 10, 11)
  • Chris Beggs - Percussion (1, 6, 10), Tambourine (2), Bongos (4)
  • Rob Aubrey - Percussion Loop (2)
  • Arnie Cottrell - Mandolin (7), End Mandolin (11)
  • Yan Zewada - Piccolo Trumpet (10)
  • Anna Wyse - Viola (10, 11)
  • Louise Coggins - Violin (10, 11)
  • Lydia Handy - Violin (10, 11)
  • Katie Higgins - Cello (10, 11)
  • Bernard Postlethwaite - Cello (10, 11)
  • Adrian Cleverly - French Horn (10), Bass Trombone (10)
  • Kate Redwood - French Horn (10)
  • Liz Allan - Backing Vocals (7)

    Produced at AUBITT STUDIOS by Steve Thome and Rob Aubrey
    Engineered by Steve Thorne at
    The BOLT HOLE
    Design and Art Direction - Tony Lythgoe
    Cover "Succubus" by Danny Flynn
    Management -
    MOODBULLY MANAGEMENT

    All Songs Written and Arranged by Steve Thorne
    Published by
    MALACHITE MUSIC and M.C.S
    ©STEVE THORNE 2007

    Steve Thorne website: www.steve-thorne.com

    Steve is endorsed by "Elixir Strings"

    Special Thanks To
    Rob Aubrey, for his patience and sometimes his impatience along with his odorous contributions.
    Also Jen, Widge, Nikki, Matt, Megan, Kelly, Norm ft Carrie, Deano, Geoff & Amanda, Paul & Trish, John & Liz, Bob White, Nick & Tracey, Jules, John & Jo, Louise Coggins ... for all the organising she undertook on my behalf.
    Bonny Alberts at MOODBULLY, for all the endless admin she has taken on for me, and everyone else that has helped and encouraged me along the way.

    This album is Dedicated to Stan (Thanks Dad)





    1. Toxicant Apocolypso

      ( instrumental )

    2. Wayward

      I'm hungry for the big, big city
      Spellbound, 'cause it's all so pretty
      There's gasoline inside my veins
      From lorries, ears, jets and trains
      The wind is slicing through my coat
      The drugs are falling down my throat

      I was looking on the brighter side
      But I was headed down the dirty
      wayward road
      Wayward road

      I'm addicted to the big, big money
      My powder makes me act real funny
      The currency inside my brain
      Is only there to keep me sane
      'Cause I've chased the Dragon's tail
      around
      Down a hole and underground

      I was looking on the brighter side
      But I was headed down the dirty
      wayward road
      Wayward road

      Hiding behind my guard
      Taking it all too hard
      The sum of a thousand dreams
      Amounts to a hill of beans

      I was looking on the brighter side
      But I was headed down the dirty
      wayward road

    3. Crossfire

      Rain-grey buildings that frown
      Eye-like windows stare down
      Spirits float down the corridors
      Locked in a half world with no way home

      Shafts of light pierce these walls
      Dancing dust slowly falls
      Empty beds placed in perfect rows
      Bloodstained pillows and sheets of all those...

      Martyrs of empire
      Kings of oblivion
      Caught in the crossfire

      Sunlight creeps under doors
      Sadness seeps through the floors
      Bless the mothers who knelt and prayed

      Hope the memories melt and fade like ...

      Martyrs of empire
      Kings of oblivion
      Caught in the crossfire

    4. Roundabout

      There's a presence here
      Feel it forming
      It's becoming clear
      I'm freefalling

      I've been here before
      Feels familiar
      Breached the secret door
      Many times before

      Jump the roundabout once more
      Jump the roundabout

      There's a presence here
      Feel it forming
      There's a presence here

      Jump the roundabout once more
      Jump the roundabout

    5. Hounded

      Summer sun flash across your young face
      Melts the ice from me
      You're the one but I'm your total nothing
      But you'll know me soon

      'Cause I'll houned you !
      To the ends of the earth
      I will suck your very breath
      I'll hound you
      Loving you's a crime 'cause I'm
      Loving you to death
      You to death

      I fell for you on my television
      Such a funny thing
      In my world we should be together
      Till the seas run dry

      'Cause I'll hound you !
      To the ends of the earth
      I will suck your very breath
      I'll hound you
      Loving you's a crime 'cause I'm
      Loving you to death
      You to death

    6. All The Wisemcn

      Children with needles and tourniquets tied
      Suburbia sprawls like a eat
      Man-made euphoria's melt your insides
      Superbugs chew on the fat
      So here's to your gift of industrial hell
      Here's in the progress you've made
      The feeders arc feeding the cows to the cows
      Seems like the planet's been laid
    Chorus:

    All the wisemen say
    The universe is oval like an egg
    Life's the dream of souls
    Vibration, light and density
    And all the wisemen pray

      Bumper to bumper from city to town
      Oh, for the freedom of ears
      Caught in a cycle that's spiralling down
      Pinning our hope in the stars
      Thank you for tearing that hole in my sky
      And putting that Swat on the moon
      Praise be for thirty-six channels of shite
      Lounge lizards dance to the tune

      See the albatross glide
      Overseas far and wide
      Pretty in flight
      We'll all one and the same
      Jesus I must be insane
      To believe in everything
      Yes I believe in everything ..
      Yes I believe in everything ..
    Chorus

    7. Great Ordeal

      We're way out there, living on hand-outs for our pay
      Yeah, we're happy taktng the luck that comes our way
      We've got a mortgage on ç cardboard box near Brighton town
      It's by the sea, we'll settle down
      Just you and me

      Come on down and take a look
      We're living in a Dickens book
      Write it down it's all for real
      The story of our great ordeal
      Our great ordeal

      We're not useless, so we get hungry now and then
      I get so tired, weekends I'm in the box by ten
      Sometimes I hear a soft voice whispering across the sea
      We'll make that voyage just you and me
      Some fine day

      Come on down and take a look
      We're living in a Dickens book
      Write it down it's all for real
      The story of our great ordeal
      Our great ordeal

    8. 6am (Your Time)

    ( instrumental )

    9. Solace

    ( instrumental )

    10. The White Dove Song

      We sat and talked for hours and hours
      Like thin white men in ivory towers
      The yellow moon just smiled
      And showered beams on us alone
      So it seemed

      We viewed the world within the lake
      Two in a dream yet still awake
      We prayed for peace on earth
      We felt divine for what it's worth
      Oh, we cried

      Then all gods children turned away
      The white dove song was over
      We dropped a bitter trip that day
      And grew a little older
      The day the white dove song was over

      Then as we climbed to higher plains
      We felt like millionaires in chains
      The lake began to swell
      But breathing out, it's level fell
      Though I'm not sure

      A million revelations past
      Creations key within my grasp
      And then a voice called from behind
      It smashed the trance and blew my mind
      The lake turned red

      Then all gods children4
      turned away
      The white dove song was over
      We dropped a bitter trip that And grew a little older
      The day the white dove song was over

      Take a trip a day Chase the blues away
      All gods children turned away
      The white dove song was over
      We dropped a bitter trip that day
      And we grew a little older
      The day the white dove song was over

      Take a trip a day
      Chase the blues away

    11. Sandheads

      If I've touched upon things that made you think I was a lout
      Emotional Creature, my river runs deep in times of drought
      Well it's just my way of telling you what I think it's all about
      If you've got the courage to whisper, why not shout it out ?

      Most folks seem to bury their noggin deep in the sand
      Just fussing and fighting and getting stressed for a couple of grand
      Once this land of our fathers stood peacefully under blue sky
      Now mankind swarms like the locust, and bleeds the earth dry

      Sandheads roam the dark halls at Westminster
      Till they seep through the floorboards and drown in the Thames
      Sandheads run the place they called America
      Where the hourglass subsides to a tearful lament
      Sandheads oil the great wheels of industry
      But the workers crawl home and they sit by the box
      Still sand in their socks

      Back to society's clutches where they keep me in line
      And living in fear at the mushroom cloud seems to be fine

      Sandheads listen The tides come to sweep you away
      Sandheads listen, the victory is ours at the end of the day
      Sandheads listen, the tides come to sweep you away
      Sandheads listen, no blood from a stone at the end of the day