tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364852522011-04-22T04:09:48.799ZThese are a few of the thoughts and rhymes from Stuart Wright.Warp Farm New Medianoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36485252.post-1167169104862990412006-12-26T21:37:00.000Z2006-12-26T21:38:24.866Z<br /><embed width='300' height='300' src='http://www.blastmymusic.com/blaster/blaster.swf?artist=546' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36485252-116716910486299041?l=warpfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Warp Farm New Medianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36485252.post-1161687060272380992006-10-24T10:39:00.000Z2007-01-10T20:30:20.563Z<span style="font-family:courier new;">The words were originally written after watching a "World in Action" TV programme (circa 1987) about kids running away from provincial towns to London and ending up working in brothels. I re-wrote the first verse in 1990 for an indie single to make it more of a poppy love song. These are the original lyrics. The original demo ended up sounding a bit like a Stones out-take.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />Mandy is missing, where can she be </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">They're taking advantage of her naivety </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Mandy is missing, is she out on the streets </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">With no-one to protect her from the people she meets </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">At home she was crazy, can't stand the town </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And lack of affection was bring her down </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">She's running away but she'll never be free<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Clutching her photo they hope for the best </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But nothing prepares them for their daughter's mess </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ask if they've seen her playing her games<br />Mother crys out at the shock and the pain<br /><br />Opening letters answering calls<br />Trying to make out the best of it all<br />And it's all so uncertain and they'll never be sure<br />They know deep down she'll never be pure<br />Mandy is missing they know all the facts But that don't stop them from wanting her back </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />Copyright 1990 Stuart Wright</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36485252-116168706027238099?l=warpfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Warp Farm New Medianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36485252.post-1161686014297259372006-10-24T10:28:00.000Z2006-10-24T10:33:34.300Z<span style="font-family:courier new;">Pushes his face into the night</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">His mind dancing with regret</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">About the girl he never knew</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And the life he never led</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And if he wanted to</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">She could take him through</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Show him all the things he dreams</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And when he wanted more</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">He would lock the door</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Just one click and she'd be there</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Eyes shut he tries to sleep</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">But rest his never his</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Cause the thoughts they cut too deep</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Who'd have thought it would come to this</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">They can breakaway</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And be gone</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Copyright 1997 Stuart Wright</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36485252-116168601429725937?l=warpfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Warp Farm New Medianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36485252.post-1161685626622281902006-10-24T10:21:00.000Z2006-10-24T10:27:06.623Z<span style="font-family:courier new;">I should be hurt</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But I'm just confused</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A little shook up now</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">At been used</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">My deepest thoughts I should take them</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And lay them bare</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I should be hurt</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Cause she's not there</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I had a change of heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I've unchained my mind</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And it's set me free</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Now I can write these lines to say</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Say it's not real</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I say I'm dreaming</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Don't say it's not real</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Cause I lie bleeding</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">This is the story of a love betrayed</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A man who crys for a girl who strayed</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A broken heart lies crushed in a crowded room without you</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I worked it out though I don't need you</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Copyright 1990 Stuart Wright</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36485252-116168562662228190?l=warpfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Warp Farm New Medianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36485252.post-1161684940683626272006-10-24T10:06:00.000Z2006-10-24T10:15:40.693Z<span style="font-family:courier new;">I've seen them on the dark edge</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Seen them in the shadows</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Watching all the fast cars</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Watching all the girls</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The cold wind cuts across his hand</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The cold eyes of an hungry man</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The rich girl she didn't understand</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Dancing in her party land</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">What goes on</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The man who made the bomb</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Where's he coming from</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And the men pushing drugs</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Get no love</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And the men who burn the trees</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">What they gonna leave</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">The man who sells the guns</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">What's he tell his sons</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">We're just killing the world</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">For pieces of gold</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">The man you pulls the trigger</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I can't figger</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">What's he getting on</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Whose right whose wrong</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">The men who want to lead us</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">My god they need us</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Cause the men they're gonna bleed</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">That's you and me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Copyright 1990 Stuart Wright.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36485252-116168494068362627?l=warpfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Warp Farm New Medianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36485252.post-1161609991665773062006-10-23T13:17:00.001Z2009-03-17T20:17:19.496Z<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36485252-116160999166577306?l=warpfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Warp Farm New Medianoreply@blogger.com