Turn the painting right around

by Steven X Davies

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Written in my home in Sydney between October 2016 and March 2017. I hope anyone who takes the time to listen enjoys.

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released April 29, 2017

All music and lyrics by Steven X Davies

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Steven X Davies Sydney, Australia

Singer Songwriter from Sydney Australia who doesn't care too much for Bio bullshit as he is too busy making music that's often heartfelt,honest,a bit crazy and unique.. so what are you waiting for... go on get listening or fuck off!

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Track Name: Shut Up Get out of here
She went off
like an annoying cough
but you just knew she’d be back
sooner than you could clear your throat
she acts like an old billie goat
smuggly finding time to gloat
bout an argument won
eaten clothing melting in the sun
you realise everyones gone home
except you and the seagulls
okay theres still a few hangers on
who you’d rather see go
and they don’t really want to know
or woud ever consider to take you back home

Everyyear it becomes more clear
When it comes to loneliness theres little to fear
Because theres a much bigger price by letting anyone near
They can twist your shy veneer and make you want to scream
Shut up get out of here
I’d rather be alone my dear
Track Name: Anyway
As the hand reaches
around the door knob you want to hide but it
Gripped tight turns right
it squeeks while he’s twirsting your words around

as my stomach churns and my heart burns knowing soon all your problems will be mine

Has anything ever been right
when it comes to your life

I see the last of days sunlight
as you force your way into my door
I’m a prisoner falling to the floor

But all that you can say is
anyway anyway
your reply to anything I say is anyway

as my stomach churns and my heart burns knowing soon all your problems will be mine

But all that you can say is
anyway anyway
Yes all you can say to me is anyway
Track Name: Fiery Woman and Floaty man
i see them naked hand in hand
firey woman and floaty man
They giggle in little squeeks
She is crazy man and he’s rather meek
Meanwhile the horse is patiently yearning
a shorty horsy with manes of white
dizzy at their dazling natural sight
their flowers he does often eat
They grow from floating mans tears of joy
living in this trippy fucking world

fiery woman flies above them
high on too much crack

But when you turn the
When you turn the painting around ….
she still looks like
she still looks like shes high on crack
turn the
turn the painting right around man
she’s high, so high, high, high, high, high
on crack, she’s so high high high, high
turn the painting x3
turn the, turn the
Shes high x4


i see them naked hand in hand
firely woman and floaty man
They giggle in little squeeks
they are at their drug taking peak

She is crazy and he’s rather meek

Ohh floaty man, why so glum?
Fiery girl
Fiery girl will give you some
give you some
Fiery girl will give you some
Track Name: Prison
Daddys has been in jail most of my life/he knocked my mother up
the day he committed a big crime/went down for arm robbery for 22 years/
was an accessory for murder even though he didn’t do a thing
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor runt/

Maybe he could have told his brother/to pull his head in/Instead when he killed the police officer /he simply stood and let him
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor cunt/

We visited him a lot /when I was really young
in maximum security/He said he loved my Mum /she hardly even knew him
It guess lonely inside prison/knowing she was out there built some great romanticism
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor cunt

Mum didn’t seem to mind /as she thought he was quite charming/This went of for quite a while /until I was half past nine/We’d see him every weekend/Fuck we had a pretty darn good time/Then sadly like a twist of fake everything changed

My mum got breast cancer and end up dying/I stood there all alone in a home the day that I turned ten /Heart broken missing Mum with no chance of getting near to him
It was the first time I’d know depression/now my biggest personal demon
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor cunt

Spent 5 years stuck in foster family/Until I ran away/when I put a single foot wrong the belt would be slapped right into me/Found myself living on the streets of Sydney and Kings Cross/Spent a while in an allay in Surry hills and some nights in darlinghurt
whoo hooo whoo hoo the poor cunt

One day I sat there so lost/I thought of ending it/I was sitting on a bench near goulburn lockup and hunt street/I was almost 21 years of age I felt like I was in my 50s
when I saw this man walking towards me and I knew that it certainly was him

I asked him siir are you my father/He relied by saying my name/tears rolled down both of our faces/we looked very much the same/he hugged me like a fathera feeling I’d rarely known before/it changed my life and also his /we knew we’d won a war.