Steve THORNE

Emotional Creatures - Part One

(2005)

1. Here They Come ! 1'45
(Steve Thorne)
2. God Bless America 3'11
(Steve Thorne)
3. Well Outta That 4'50
(Steve Thorne)
4. Ten Tears 5'52
(Steve Thorne)
5. Last Line 4'23
(Steve Thorne)
6. Julia 5'33
(Steve Thorne)
7. Therapy 7'06
(Steve Thorne)
8. Every Second Counts 5'16
(Steve Thorne)
9. Tumbleweeds 3'38
(Steve Thorne)
10. Gone 6'01
(Steve Thorne)
11. Goodbye 5'24
(Steve Thorne)

Total Time: 52:59

  • Steve Thorne - All Other Sound (1), Lead Vocals (2-7, 10, 11), Bass Guitar (4, 9, 10), Fretless Bass (2, 6), Bass Pedals (4, 12), Acoustic Guitar (2-5), Nylon Guitar (2), Electric Guitar (3, 5-8, 10), Keyboards (3, 4-10), Bascking Harmonies (2), Samples (8), Moog Bass Pedals (7), Twelve-String Guitar (6, 10), Sound Effects (4, 8, 12), Percussion (4, 3), Backing Vocals (5, 7, 12), Percussion (9)
  • Tony Levin - Stick (8), Bass (3)
  • Nick D'Virgilio - Drums (4-6)
  • Geoff Downes - Keyboards (5), Hammond Organ solo (5)
  • Martin Orford - Music Box (1), Flute (2), Keyboards (2)
  • John Jowitt - Rickenbacker Bass (10), Fretless Bass (10)
  • Paul Cook - Drums (1, 3, 8), Military Snare (1)
  • Steve Christey - Drums (7, 10)
  • Gary Chandler - End Electric Guitar (4), Guitar solo (10)
  • Rob Aubrey - Bass Pedals (6), Loops (6)
  • Arnie Cottrell - Mandolin (1, 9)
  • Liz Allen - Backing Vocals (5, 9)

    All Songs Written and Arranged by Steve Thorne
    Produced at     AUBITT STUDIOS by Rob Aubrey and Steve Thorne
    Engineered by Steve Thorne at     The BOLT HOLE
    Additional Engineering by Rob Aubrey at     AUBITT STUDIOS
    Published by     Malachite Music and M.C.S.
    Design and Art Direction: Tony Lythgoe
    Cover "Squonk" by Danny Flynn
    www.dannyflynn.com
    www.lunartics.com

    Management: MOODBULLY MANAGEMENT
    www.moodbully.com

    Steve Thorne website: www.steve-thorne.com

    Special Thanks To
    Rob Aubrey without whom this album wouldn't exist
    Tony Levin, Nick D'Virgilio, Geoff Downes, Martin Orford, Gary Chandler, Steve Christey, John Jowitt, Paul Cook, Arnie Cottrell, Liz Alien

    Thanks Also To:

    Paul and Trish Sayers, Norman Holland, Deano, Geoff, Amanda and Gaz for excellent curry companionship. Mark Westwood, Martyn and Sue, Rick and Lyn, The Swannells, John and Jo, Nick and Tracey, my brother John and Liz, Blair and Liz, my Jen, my Dad, Bonny Alberts at Moodbully, Begsy and Sarah, Barney, Neil and Alan, Gomez - woof! woof!

    All of whom have helped, encouraged and supported me throughout the making of this album. Thanks!

    This album is Dedicated to Valerie (Thanks Mum)




    1. Here They Come !

      (instrumental)

    2. God Bless America

      God bless America
      The food's getting really fast
      Thanks to America
      We out of the caves at last

      I'm so glad that we're friends
      Cos I don't wanna die
      LA's is a beautiful place man !
      Would I lie ? Would I lie ?

      God bless America
      We're living a life that's free
      Thanks to America
      The world is a jamboree

      I'm so glad that we're close
      Cos I don't wanna fry
      John Wayne's Ghost rides tonight
      See him fly. Hope he rides on by

      Viva America
      Las Vegas was build on sand
      At what price America ?
      The Indian's secret land

      England laps like a dog
      They all toe the line
      French kiss your old Uncle Sammy boy
      You'll be fine. You'll be fine

    3. Well Outta That

      He came home
      Found a note on the floor of his basement flat
      Tuesday 2nd of June bored a hole in his old doormat
      He drank a quart of whiskey cursed her name
      Fell into bed and baby that was that

      No more, no more
      He's well outta that, well outta that

      He woke up to the drone of the Henry Ford Factory
      Left the house in a state, like a nuclear catastrophe
      He bougth a bag of grass, a pack of eight and slept it
      off in someone's apple tree

      No more, no more
      He's well outta that, well outta that

      Very next day, his numbers came up on the lattery
      It's the part of the story that just really gets to me
      He bougth a house the size of Wales, a dozen boats,
      then slid towards insanity

      No more, no more
      He's well outta that, well outta that

    4. Ten Years

      So called friends have gone.
      Lost insids this house
      And the carnival has closed at last

      Ten years in the past

      Some chance divine intervation
      Something too brutal too mention
      And the clock strikes once

      Plastic faces mock
      Strangled by their bands
      Scattered toys,
      A play that once was cast

      Ten years in the past

      Some chance divine intervation
      Something too brutal too mention
      And the clock strikes once

      All her friends have fled
      Crawld away to hide
      Now the time is really flying fast
      Ten years in the past

    5. Last Line

      Wide smile, everything's going her way
      Door locked, nothing to do now but play
      She turnes to her best friend,
      the gram of cocaine on the bed
      The eyes in her sockets are bulging
      right out of her head

      "Slow", she says, "I'm low", she says
      "Eyes down and fill up with snow", she says

      This is the last line
      This is the last line
      This is the last line

      Love roll silk off her tonque when she's high
      Cash flows right out the window, goodbye
      Convinced that she's well-liked,
      but no-one's returning her calls
      They'd go round and tell her
      and one of them had any balls

      "Slow", she says, "I'm low", she says
      "Eyes down and fill up with snow", she says

      This is the last line
      This is the last line
      This is the last line

    6. Julia

      Cold green eyes as hard as flint,
      Red and deathly sober
      Eyelids flicker as the blood boils over
      Firm defiance in that glint
      What's the use of crying
      Who can help the dying live for one more day?
      Feel her disarray
      Now she's well on the way

      Julia's down the lane
      'Cross open field on fallen leaf, till sunrise
      Julia's down the lane
      Escape from all the pain that haunts her tired eyes

      Strokes the bruises on her face, Fading blue reminders
      There's a heart, but no-one cared to find hers
      that expression says it all
      There's no need to question
      She might take exception if you strike the nail
      Flesh can't help but fail
      Through the wind and the hail

      Julia's down the lane
      'Cross open field on fallen leaf, till sunrise
      Julia's down the lane
      Escape from all the pain that haunts her tired eyes

    7. Therapy

      How long have I been sittin' here
      With my head in my hands now?
      This song keeps on rattling round in my head
      And it's starting to wear me, and tear me
      It's a curse that I can't lift alone

      Oh round and round this endless cycle
      Oh everything will be the same tomorrow
      Save my soul!

      What I need is therapy for the senses
      To build some bridges and fenses in my life
      All I need is therapy for the senses
      To burn some bridges and fenses in my life
      But it's all in my mind

      Lead me, cos I'm losing my way
      Down a road that's familiar
      Fead me, when the hunger's inside
      And there's nowhere to hide
      Come and find me, remind me
      I'm afloat on an ocean of fear
      For all these years

      Oh smiles and frowns and ups and downs
      Oh everything will be the same tomorrow
      Save my soul !

    8. Every Second Counts

      ( instrumental )

    9. Tumbleweeds

      Lichen grows on her window ledge,
      Desperately it clings
      Just like her it crowls along, withering,
      Once she was such a maiden fair, luscious as a rose.
      Beauty's fleeting seasons passed,
      So it goes. My God! it shows.
      From head it toes.

      Tumbleweeds we are, we only roll so far.

      William Hicks had a lot to say
      But he never told a lie
      His humor cut the very bone
      "What a guy"
      He made 'em laugh from the age often
      Till the day he died
      Rang a bell when he said this life is just a ride,
      It can't be denied, lets take a ride

      Tumbleweeds we are, we only roll so far.
      Tumbleweeds we are, we only roll so far.

    10. Gone

      Billy-Jo cracked up one night,
      Fled the house by dawn's grey light.
      Hitching rides from town to town,
      Poking up and going down
      Feeling like the Devil's whore,
      Billy couldn't take "no more"
      Threw herself from Beachy Head
      "Sorry Ma" was all she said

      Like a dream, she was here but now she's gone.
      No goodbyes, so still she lies ...

      And now she's gone, now she's gone

      Lenny found a gun one day,
      Took it up the woods to play.
      Firing bullets into trees
      He always wanted "one of these".
      Took it into school and hey,
      Girls and boys were blown away
      Heaven knows the reason why,
      Lenny lets the bullets fly.

      Fifteen years, triumphant cheers, and now he's gone
      Won't be free, till thirty three

      And now he's gone, he's gone

    11. Goodbye

      Today is another day, not like the one before
      It's different in every way
      And I have changed for sure

      I drift far away from here,
      I soar, I fly.
      My heart reaches Shangri-La
      Through emerald sky
      Goodbye, goodbye

      We don't know anything,
      What the hell is going on?
      We're just like kids at play
      When the holidays have gone

      We're lost and abandoned here
      For far too long
      Unsafe in our innocence
      We sing a song
      Goodby, goodby,
      Goodby, goodby