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RAINY DAY

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Rainy day
Feeling blue
Skies are grey
Where are you?
I know I
Shouldn’t feel this way
But I do

Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I swear
We’ll meet again
And we’ll laugh away
That rainy day
From way back then
Rainy day

THE STEELWORKER

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Hip Hop perched up on a beam
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as I seem
Sitting on a cloud
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! Up to the next floor.

Working for my pay
Like any other guy
Just another day
For cowboys in the sky

Down there tryin’ to make a buck
I ran out of luck
Man I hardly got to eat
Just a bum on the street
Up here I’m the guy to meet
I’m mister Rockefeller

Hip Hop sitting on a cloud
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as a clam
Betcha life I am
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! We’re going up
Up to the top floor.

MONSTERS

Music by Julien vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Ladies and gentlemen
Now is the time
Dusk has fallen
And long will be the night

Are you ready? Behold this most
Awful terrifying sight
Dear guests Please welcome...
The monsters!

Monsters
We are monsters
Monsters
Wild monsters

See these ugly faces
The power in their jaws
There’s evil their gazes
And no pity in their claws

Come closer don’t be shy
Chains about their necks do lie
Just watch them do their stuff
Scream when you’ve had enough

Nasty monsters, ugly monsters, freaky monsters, mean monsters!!!

WE MAY FALL IN LOVE

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien vega

I don’t want to fall in love
It’s not a game I wish to choose
Sweet as your advances are
I must regrettably refuse

Love Is just a game of fools
So maybe we could bend the rules

Play the game, lose every time
You bet a dollar, win a dime

I will take that broken heart and heal it
Maybe there will come a day you’ll feel it

‘cause there is something you can’t disguise
There in your eyes
We may fall in love

Will I ever love again, Will I? Will I?
Let me wash away the pain
Love is meant for other men Not I Not I
Let me help you love again
There is such a lot to find
Circumstances
But you need an open mind
Please don’t take this personally,
Take some chances
It simply wasn’t means to be.

I will take that broken heart and heal it
But I can’t let you do it
Maybe there will come a day you’ll feel it
I am impervious to it

But there is something you can’t disguise
I see it in your eyes
We may fall in love
Tonight

No Dice (It’s Time to Leave)

Words and music John Greaves

Not prone to exaggerating
No more than my conscience allows
I tend more to understating
Rather than looking a fool

Don’t like giving the game away
I keep my cards close to my chest
Just in case it’s my lucky day
I don’t want to spoil my chances

Joking apart this poor old heart is
Worn out on my sleeve
It’s time to leave
I’m no percentage player
I’ll tear off every layer
And later I’ll be cleaned out
Washed up mangled,
Hanging on the line to dry.

THE LYRICIST’S LAMENT

Music by Sebastijan Duh
Lyrics by John Greaves

I was asked to write a song
I said “Easy,” it’s “easy peasy”
Just find a word at the end of the line
Then you gotta make it rhyme
With love and stars above
It won’t take you very long

But I found out that I was wrong
Wasn’t thinking, had I been drinking?
Words don’t fall like rain from the sky
But a lot of little jewels
Like tiny molecules
Could grow up to be a song

Try to sing it using verbal dexterity
You can wing it schmoozing perfect sincerity
You could be climbing a stairway to heaven
Once you’re up it you’ll be stuck like a puppet on a string

So we’re coming to the end the conclusion
No illusion,
This little story’s hit the end of the road
And it’s just a bunch of sounds
To please the ear
So nice to hear
And you got another job
Done and dusted