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Love Come Down (Remastered)

by Steve Butler

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capman1 Love this collection. It’s timeless classy and oozes a real feel good mood. Music at its best, and sadly not heard nearly enough.
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1.
Til We All Have Faces (after CSL) a storm is rising, I await the evening rain and just for a moment the world became sane Mediterranean blues from somewhere make the colours of you hang in the air light from light we have been sleeping just waiting for something like rain 'til we all have faces 'til we all have faces when will we all have faces again blessed are the poor, for they shall have heaven and in a moment the world will be sane slashing at ears won't change anything or all of those sacramental games and I have been listening for older spirits calling the heart beyond love's caring outside the metro bar, a kid sits on the street we all embrace her with our stares waiting for love to come down as though someone really cares
2.
Hill of the Angels We’ve met before I think, it’s true I recognise the heart of you when I was a child we shared the scent of play or passed in the street somewhere far away you see the colours I see feel the pain I feel meet me on the hill of the angels even if it’s only in your mind when you can’t go on any longer meet me on the hill of the angels it’s mad how you can have everything and feel like you’ve got nothing sometimes I want to tear out all this emptiness and cry throw wide the hem of your garment, Lord, somewhere down the line we made your flesh become word, you are the colours I see, you are the love I feel take my hand and we’ll walk together like lovers do along the rivers and the roads of the places that we’ve been through caught in your light I see I’m halfway to paradise after all these years still relying on my own advice you paint the colours of me heal the pain I feel Steve Butler Edinburgh Feb 2000 © 2000 Sticky Music
3.
My regrets about you When I try I can’t remember you the way I know I ought to do and these few photographs turn into memory I don’t recall what you would wear the scent and the texture of your hair I can’t remember the tears I cried they’re too deep inside but in dark’s deep and sleepless night when the heart of who I am takes fright my regrets about you are always there The children of our union they would be travellers now and they’d have come as far as we have come as far as freedom would allow And time is my fairweather friend it’s been too long too soon If I had it all again It would be the same tune I’m going to call someone tell them your name it picks me up and sits me down when I think that I’m insane And in the ‘knowing’ time somehow loved and alone I step back out the garden of the ways that I have grown In the turnstyles of my mind I do not see your face go by and I hope to be relied on by those on whom I rely When I die I will not leave too much that can be shared but I hope I am surrounded and caring for all of those who cared Steve Butler Edinburgh © 2000 Sticky Music
4.
Some Kind of Meaning in the chapel of ages, the priest listened, offering nothing but the gathering up of a life’s load of trouble and shame some kind of absorber, some kind of absolver, shamed himself at the irony and the wonder pointing at the signposts we can travel together, we can try to unfold some kind of meaning in this meaningless world learning to mourn, and not just to blame Lord, don’t let us leave here just the same in the field of the ancients, the shepherd, (hands and heart callused by afterbirth and the wind’s rain), separated mother and child, despite the long, long night of their pain the great rhythm of the land’s rebirth, the priest turns in his bed and wonders if it’s worth praying for some signposts and all captured here together taken hostage by the Sound and all bleeding on each other suddenly real, suddenly real in the stones of forever a thousand clouds of witnesses, saying that it’s all worthwhile as we travel together along the world’s road of trouble and toil the strange beauty of an old friend’s love is better than anything, if anything’s enough when you’re hoping for some signpost Steve Butler Iona, August 1998 © 2000 Sticky Music
5.
Hearts and Minds Hey, July moon climbing on up your pillar of cloud come again soon the longest and lightest of days are endowed with the spirit that I crave blowing in with the power to save opening up our hearts and our minds to the love that we name, and there are… no roads, no tracks, no sea between hearts and minds no border towns in our journey of hearts and minds and if the wheels turn slow, my friend ‘til we have some time again nothing can come between our hearts and minds where are the days, where are the nights we could stare without sight? the blues and the greys the colours of time and the shadows of light? oh I think that I’m alive I can’t believe that we both survived opening up our hearts and our minds to the days that we have, and there are… Steve Butler Edinburgh July 1999 © 2000 Sticky Music
6.
There You Were when I could not be persuaded when I could not find my way and the last thing I wanted to hear was ‘you never should say never’ I came round the corner and there you were I came round the corner and there you were I came round the corner and there you were in the hand of the whole one stumbling towards justice on another empty Friday morning it was a lonely road I was tired of being on will I just hitch this ride alone? mid course corrections on the journey moving down to dignity somehow hope is born and then dies in a moment all in one life how many people can you be? my children are too much of me human brilliance, human evil just what has my consciousness become? a lens for all creation to pass through knowing all that I can see is you Steve Butler Edinburgh, Dec 1999 © 2000 Sticky Music
7.
The More Loving One no-one said it would be easy sculptures in sand no wave will ever wash away the sweet touch of your hand you healed me in your leaving and helped me to see that when crooked hearts live on may the more loving one be me sailing far beyond the rim now strange mother and son conspiracy a painful step ahead of cowards like us and the dark glass that we see turn my mourning into dancing help me to see that when broken hearts survive may the more loving one be me the eternal ebb and flow on the narrow road where I am convicted convicted with the best of them you touched me like I’d always known you you touched me with words that deafened me to the sound of those bells ringing their ludicrous harmony change me like the dawn does when I suddenly see that when fickle hearts contrive may the more loving one be me Steve Butler February 1999 © 2000 Sticky Music
8.
Primrose Road On Primrose Road we shook hands and I wondered what was in the deal for me - behind your back are you some kind of melancholy angel sent now and then, to see if I’ll crack There are decades that fall around us we've heard some dark years chime but if there’s any more Gethsemanes I’ll stay awake this time When the cold winds blow I’ll be your shelter in the winter of your soul the least I can do is to be around down on Primrose Road And here in the heart of a heart that’s hidden where well used wisdom is bought and sold charms and diamonds that you would recognise masquerading as sweet and bold I ran into a seer I knew I could not hide it was a strange kind of freedom from my barricaded pride Look away with your perfect smile and the kind of eyes, I sure recognise I broke down on the second mile the bad fruit all gets cut down to size Steve Butler Edinburgh, Dec 1999 © 2000 Sticky Music
9.
Heart of Perfection you had a heart of perfection that only jealousy could despise and sheltered me in your slender arm as each tender and foolish year went by oh and I still long to be more of the good man you saw in me but now I can’t see your heart of perfection I loved your heart of invention seeing the way that only travellers see digging out the beauty from all of us laying down your privilege like cases you don’t need oh and I still long to be more of the traveller you nurtured in me but now I can’t feel your heart of invention there are some things I could mention things unspoken, and things unseen and I guess that it is way past time for us to agree what our own worlds mean oh and I still long to be the keeper of all that you’ve meant to me but I know there are some things I could mention Steve Butler Edinburgh © 2000 Sticky Music

credits

released July 20, 2020

Produced by Ash Peters.
Engineered and mixed by Jorg Hassenblad.
Recorded at Ocean Wave, Edinburgh, Scotland
and The Coachhouse, Bristol, England, April-July 2000
All songs written by Steve Butler, and published by Sticky Music.
Cover photo by Lindsay Robertson

Steve Butler - piano, organ, acoustic guitar
Ed John - drums and percussion
Ewen Vernal - bass
Charlie Irvine - Fender guitar (on 1,2,4,6 and 8)
Stewart Veitch - Fender guitar (on 1,2 and 5)
Simon Jaquet - mandolin
Annie McCaig - background vocals

For making this possible, my grateful thanks to... Anne (for belief and time), Dot and Charlie, Martin and Ab, the musicians.
The Lord be with you.
e-mail Steve on steve@steve-butler.com

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