Country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.
AL STEWARTCountry & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.
AL STEWARTDon’t bother asking for explanations, she’ll just tell you that she came in the year of the cat.
AL STEWARTLook to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won’t fall.
AL STEWARTOnly two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics.
AL STEWARTSo you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac.
AL STEWARTmost of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it’s a tribal thing.
AL STEWARTLouis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.
AL STEWARTWe measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we’ve come.
AL STEWARTShe doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
AL STEWARTOn a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time.
AL STEWARTWhoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.
AL STEWARTThe evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
AL STEWARTDo you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go.
AL STEWARTMovie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.
AL STEWARTSomeone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don’t you have a word to say?
AL STEWARTThere’s room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.
AL STEWART