-Where My Heart Don’t Bleed- I think she’s looking at me, But then it’s hard to tell, Through my new view-finder, I wonder what she sells… She’s giving out the signals, In everything she does, She’s like a cool reminder, How it feels to love… How does it feel to live; a life that’s free; (a life that’s free), How would it feel to go; where my heart’ don’t bleed; (my heart’ don’t bleed)... I think she’s done with gazing, In my direction, So I store each frame inside, Re-play at my discretion… She gives and takes in fractions, I grab it while I can, I’ve been looking for answers; and I, I think she understands… How it feel to live; a life that’s free; (a life that’s free), How would it feel to go; wherever my heart leads; (my heart leads)… I think she’s looking at me, But it’s so hard to see, I think she’s looking at me, But it’s so hard to see… How does it feel to live; a life that’s free; (a life that’s free), How would it feel to go; where my heart’ don’t bleed; (my heart’ don’t bleed), How does it feel to live; a life that’s free; (a life that’s free), How would it feel to go wherever my heart leads; (my heart leads), How would it feel to go; where my heart’ don’t bleed. Song lyrics: “Where My Heart Don’t Bleed” by EP Emsley 2012. Copyright©2012 Edward Phillip Emsley. All rights reserved.

-Play Their Games- To the girl who had it all; but, Always wanted so much more; this is, To the one that never saw, Just what her heart was for… To the girl who won first prize; with, Blind ambition in her eyes; this is, To the one dressed in disguise, You made a game out of my life… And I know now; you weren’t to blame, It’s just the world in; which you were raised, And all the money they placed at stake, Just to teach you –how to play their games. To the girl who liked to laugh; as, She led me up her garden path; this is, To the one that made a toy, Out of my bleeding heart… To the girl who’d always get, Whatever thing her heart was set; this is, To the girl from the boy, Who you chose to forget… And I know now; we weren’t the same, Two different worlds in; which we were raised, And all the cards they; were yours to take, How could I play them when I - wasn’t in the game? So here’s to the girl who had it all; but, Always wanted so much more; here’s, To the one that never saw, Just what her heart was for… And I know now; you weren’t to blame, It’s just the world in; which you were raised, And all the money they placed at stake, Just to teach you – how to play their games. And I know now; we weren’t the same, Two different worlds in; which we were raised, And all the cards they; were yours to take, How could I play them when I - wasn’t in the game? Song lyrics: “Play Their Games” by Edward Emsley. Copyright©2012 Edward Phillip Emsley. All rights reserved.

-Siren- Red is the colour of a warning sign, Red is the colour of my eyes, Red was the colour of her baiting lips, Trapped in her snare in the evening; by her kiss… Red was the colour of her baiting lips, Trapped in her snare in the evening; by her kiss… White was the colour of her wedding dress, White was the colour of her promises, White was the colour of the rose in her hair, Standing in the sight of the Lord; she lied without a care… White was the colour of the rose in her hair, Standing in the sight of the Lord; she lied without a care… Blue was the colour of the morning sky, Blue was the colour of her eyes, Blue was the colour of the raging sea, Washed up on her shore in the morning; is where you’ll find me… Blue was the colour of the raging sea, Washed up on her shore in the morning; is where you’ll find me… Rollin’ around; on her shore; I’m just, Rollin’ around here; on the floor, Rollin’ around; on her shore; I’m just, Rollin’ around here; on the floor, Rollin’ around; on her shore; I’m just, Rollin’ around here; on the floor; just, Rollin’ around, Rollin’ around, Rollin’ around, Rollin’ around, Rollin’ around, Rollin’ around… Song lyrics: “Siren” by Edward Emsley 2012. Copyright©2012 Edward Phillip Emsley. All rights reserved.

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-Lost Cities- Fortune; favours you, But only if you’re brave, Tortured; souls hold true, Until; the Judgement Day… Sing while; your heart is, Ripped from its resting place, Love; that you exist; you know, You’re not a waste of space… But don’t you think it’s a shame, Don’t you think it’s a pity? To live our lives; trapped, In lost cities; Reckless; banking gambles, They played us like a deck of cards, A passive-witness; to the shambles, When it all falls apart… Go forfeit; the pulpit, Rip the stones from their base, Just forget; who built it, And watch it all fall from grace… And don’t you think it’s a shame, Don’t you think it’s a pity? To live our lives; trapped, In lost cities, Our lives in lost cities; Detroit’s a danger zone, Bradford’s in a hole, Kabul’s a long way from home, So let’s dance; to some rock and roll… And don’t you think it’s a shame, Don’t you think it’s a pity? To live our lives; trapped, In lost cities; And don’t you think it’s a shame, Don’t you think it’s a pity? To live our lives; forever, On the under-belly; Song lyrics: “Lost Cities” by Edward Emsley 2012. Copyright©2012 Edward Phillip Emsley. All rights reserved.

-Tempo 112, (Redemption Day.)- Myriad stars; Angelic harps, Singing to those with plenty, To those who have most; now let them have more, And let the poor stay empty, Woe; let the poor stay empty… These are the words; they’re written in verse, In chapters of the Holy, God bless Israel; all shame Ishmael, The first born one and only, The first born one and only… So come; come; come, Redemption Day, Redemption Day… Miriam starts; to strum her guitar, Singing to crowd so gently, To those who have come; through deserts of time, To listen to God directly, To listen to God directly; These are the words; they’re not written down, These are the words too Holy, Baruch HaShem; Eloi Elochim, The daughters of Earth are guilty, The sons of men are guilty… Redemption Day, Redemption Day… So come; come; come, Redemption Day, Redemption Day… So come; come; come, Redemption Day, Redemption Day… Song lyrics: “Tempo 112, (Redemption Day.)” by EP Emsley 2012. Copyright©2012 Edward Phillip Emsley. All rights reserved.

-Not A Girl- Hey Girl; if I were you, I would run a thousand miles, Hey Girl; if I were you, I would see behind my cheesy smile… Yeah and Girl; if I were you, I would show myself the door, Hey but Girl; I’m not you, And I thank G-d you see something more… [CHORUS] So tell me; tell me; tell me, Just what in the world, Do you ever; ever see in me ‘cause I, I’m not a girl… [END CHORUS] Well I go out drinking with the boys, Staying out all night making all that noise, Get in a fight; create merry- mayhem, And roll up home at 4 am… Now I don’t need to sit to pee, I don’t even need a lavatory, Like a dog on heat or an alley cat, Where I am is where it’s at… [CHORUS] Well I stay at home; scratch my balls, Hog the T.V and remote control, Pick my nose and wipe it on the chair, And sometimes act like you’re not even there… I find a new hobby nearly every week, On the kitchen table where the oil all leaks, I always forget your birthday, And never tell you how much I’m paid… [CHORUS] Hey Girl; if I were you, I would run a thousand miles, Away; Song lyrics: “Not a Girl” by Edward Emsley 2012. Music instigated by “Bath Mats”. Copyright© 2012 Edward Phillip Emsley and Jean-Marc Desvals. All rights reserved.

-Rainbow Child- Misty autumn morning, The leaves are not yet falling, Holding on for one last show, Of claret reds and amber glows, Letting all the colours flow, Just letting all the colours flow; From her eyes in to her mind, On to the canvas of her life, A sketch; a plan to realise, To paint the things she feels inside, Letting all the colours flow, As the seasons come and go, Just letting all the colours flow, Where do all the colours go? As the bleak winter comes can, Spring be far behind, Waiting for the April sun, Painting with the colours of life, She’s keeping all the colours alive, She’s a Rainbow Child, Letting all the colours flow, As the seasons come and go… Misty autumn evening, It’s cold but not quite freezing, Indian summer’s holding on, For one more day but it won’t be long, Now the birds have sung their songs, Now the birds have all gone; Flying south where it’s warm, Taking turns to lead the form, From her eyes in to her mind, On to the canvas of her life, Now the birds have sung their songs, Now the birds have all gone, Now she knows it won’t be long, And now she knows it won’t be long. Letting all the colours slide, On to the canvas of her life, Just letting all the colours glide, Over the canvas of her life; _______________________________________________________________________ Song lyrics: “Rainbow Child” by Edward Emsley 2012. Copyright©2012 Edward Phillip Emsley. All rights reserved.