You And Me / Thieves' Imagination

by Latin Quarter

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released March 3, 2017

Steve Jeffries – Keyboards, Backing Vocals, Produzent
Steve Skaith – Akustikgitarre und Vocals
Martin Ditcham – Schlagzeug und Percussion
Yoyo Buys – Bass und Elektronische Gitarre
Mary Carewe – Vocals

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Track Name: You And Me (radio version)
You And Me
(words: Michael MacNeill / music: Steve Skaith)

I’ve heard the lies that you said before
Heard the lies that you cried before
All the times love has died before and it was over.

All the days that have played before us
All the hands that have strayed upon us
All the times you’ve lied for us
All the times you tried

It’s you and it’s me
And it’s now or never
It’s you and it’s me and I’ll do whatever
And I will trust you, I will trust you
So never again
It’s you and it’s me
And that’s fine

All the words that have gone before
All the hurt that was wrong before
All the misheard sighs in our time

And to all the love that was lost before us
All the dogs that have lain before us
And the calm that became us, there’s no harm.

All the lies, all the cries all the times you tried before.
Track Name: Thieves' Imagination
Thieves' Imagination
(Steve Skaith)

At the roadblock I just smiled and said
‘Sorry but I don’t have my papers’.
He gave a shrug and a sigh and he said
‘Well, how can we sort this out?’
‘I got a little refresco,’ I said ‘I’ll make a small consideration’,
He said ‘I think my sergeant
Is going to want a little more than that.’

Oh nothing’s what it seems
It’s like we are in the theatre
He’s got his policeman’s costume on
But a thieves’, he’s got a thieves’ imagination.

‘I’m a cousin to the king,
Very pleased to meet you.’
A minister of state
We can help each other out.
You want to sell some planes?
I can be persuaded
But you are going to have to help me
Sort out this bottom line.

Oh nothing’s what it seems
It’s like we are in the theatre
In their sober suits and ties
But a thieves’, he’s got a thieves’ imagination.

Reaching arms around the world
They’re greasing palms of the undeserved
On the bottom rung, you have to survive
But those at the top
They never know when to stop
Those at the top
They never feel rich enough.

Oh nothing’s what it seems
It’s like we are in the theatre
In their sober suits and ties, and uniforms
And their thieves’ imagination.