Steve Powell you are so beyond sick and wrong I am astounded

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For your convenience I've brought the lyrics and bio to the Patch. All rights and insanity belongs to Steve (Chantrey) Powell. The author of the Patch has no legal or moral(less) rights or ownership to the body of work and links have been supplied.




Steve's Songs for Susan

Waiting For You

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey

You did your own thing,
You did it your way,
While I awaited your
Appearance in my doorway.
I spent the whole day through
Waiting for you.
It didn't happen
If you had shown up,
I would have thought that our
Relationship was sewn up.
I spent the whole day through
Waiting for you.
I could be getting a mistaken impression,
Each time you seem to gaze at me.
You let me touch you softly. Why? is the question.
And the effect amazes me.
Had trouble sleeping.
Wasn't beside you.
I felt so lonely,
For a little bit I cried too.
I spent the whole night through
Waiting for you.
Repeat bridge
Now I am smitten
Doubt I'll recover
Only one cure and that's to
Have you as my lover.
I'll spend my whole life through
Waiting for you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey






The Light of the City


Words and music by Steve Chantrey
 
A typical morning, with sky overcast,
If you were beside me, the gloom wouldn't last.
My thinking is clouded that's true:
But only because I need you.
It's dark out, it's raining, the skies are all grey.
I don't think the sun will be shining today,
But while I am thinking of you
The skies I am seeing are blue.
chorus:
The sun didn't shine in Seattle this morning.
What did you expect, hey, what's new?
But I saw a new light turn on in me, eternally,
The moment I laid eyes on you.
The Light of Seattle is you.
Seagulls are following ferries around,
I see planes and clouds floating over the Sound
I wish I were way up there too,
I'd like to be floating with you.
chorus:
The sun didn't shine in Seattle this morning.
What did you expect, hey, what's new?
But I saw a new light turn on in me, eternally,
In ways that I can't misconstrue.
The Light of Seattle is you.
I want you, I love you, I do!
The Light of Seattle is you.
I want to be with you.
The Light of Seattle is you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

I'm Missing You 

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey

There's a way to have you near me,
And to know you love me dearly.
If it's only in my heart
It's refreshing, it's a start.
I'm missing you.
Make some room for me within you
For the moment I begin to
Smell the perfume in your hair
And caress you everywhere.
I'm missing you.
I can love you in a secret way.
I can love you each and every day.
There is nothing I can't see.
There is nothing you can't be.
It's not perfect, but I'm missing you!
There's a picture in my heart of you.
There's a place for every part of you.
I'm surviving without you.
Such a life will never do.
I'm missing you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

Mi Muñequita

Words and music by Steve Chantrey
You're pretty as a little doll
And I would like to play with all
The things that make a little doll so nice.
And you could dance and you could sing,
And you could do most anything,
And I could taste your sugar and your spice.
Chorus:
Mi muñequita,
My beautiful doll.
Mi muñequita,
Es fundamentál
Que eres todo lo que necesito
Para hacerme tan completo.
You are my little doll, mi muñequita.
I'd like to hold you close to me
And that's how it's supposed to be:
I'd pick you up and hold you to my heart.
My little doll will be my friend,
I hope it's more than just pretend,
And you and I will never be apart.
Chorus:
Mi muñequita,
My beautiful doll.
Mi muñequita,
Es fundamentál
Que eres todo lo que necesito
Para hacerme tan completo.
Eres mi carina, mi muñequita.
And we could find a little place,
A doll house with a little space
To have some little dolls like you and me.
And we'd be together night and day
With lots of time to laugh and play.
And that's how we would live so happily.
Chorus:
Mi muñequita,
My beautiful doll.
Mi muñequita,
Es fundamentál
Que eres todo lo que necesito
Para hacerme tan completo.
Eres mi corazón, mi muñequita.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

I Love It When You Dance for Me

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
When you do Zumba
With its Mambo and Rhumba
You can heat up the room
And make a fool of me.
¡Santa caramba!
Do the Salsa and Samba
With your excellent body
Moving endlessly.
Chorus (after each verse):
¡I love it when you dance for me!
You really shake it, ¡and how!
You do it all so easily.
¡Do it again for me now!
They’ll never find a way to stop it.
Zumba, there’s no way to top it.
I love it when you dance for me.
Zumba there’s no way to top it.
Keep it going, never stop it.
I love it when you dance for me.
I love it when you Zumba me.
Make no mistake,
You get a license to shake,
And strike a pose like a chicken
Strutting to the block.
But there’s good news:
There are no chicken-house blues.
It’s more like dancing and prancing
To the jailhouse rock.
It could be cha cha,
Where the beat’s really gotcha,
Or another hot rhythm
We could dance all day.
Zumba stands ready
Like a swinging machete
As it cuts to the chase
To make us rock and sway.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

I Said, I Love You

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
I said, "I love you." Is that a sin?
I just might wanna say it once again:
I love you, like it or don't.
I said, "I love you." You should have kissed me.
I felt like giving up when you just dissed me.
I love you, so I guess I won't.
You think I'm crazy, but I insist,
It's simple, I can't resist.
The lips that I never kissed, but wanted
To plant my lips everywhere on you,
And count every hair on you,
And sit here and stare at what you flaunted.
I said, "I love you." Is that a crime?
And what if I say it to you one more time?
I love you, so put me in jail.
I said, "I love you." I couldn't help it.
And you were mistaken if you thought I'd shelf it.
I love you, so cough up my bail.
You made my eyes pop out of their sockets.
You could empty all my pockets.
This flirtation isn't rocket science.
You came along and really knocked my socks off.
Now you're all I think and talk of.
So much for my former self-reliance.
I said, "I love you." Can you forgive
If I can't find another way to live?
I love you, and that is my sin.
I said, "I love you." I think you knew it,
But I got hasty and I think I blew it.
I love you. Can we try again?
It seems like all I do is take a beating,
But giving up is self-defeating.
I only hope there'll be a meeting of minds
I've waited patiently and cried a lot for
Something that I've always sought for
I hope it is the same as what your heart finds.
I said, "I love you." Can you forgive
If I can't find another way to live?
I love you, and that is my sin.
I said, "I love you." I think you knew it,
But I got hasty and I think I blew it.
I love you. I'll say it again and again
Even if it's a sin.
I love you: I've said it
Again and again and again.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

My Lydia

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
Close to my side, my Lydia,
Whisper into my ear
Softly, your voice I hear
Like ocean breezes
Washing over me
On a sultry summer day.
Soft in my ear, my Lydia,
Soft as I dream of you.
Your voice is like the dew
That quietly
Refreshes in the morn
When I wake to think of you.
Close to my heart
I feel you
Close, with no space
Between us
Shadows alone
Have seen us.
Nothing is real
But we two.
Softly inside, my Lydia.
Touch deep into my soul.
Touch me and I am whole.
With no beginning,
End, or in between,
Just this moment, close to you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

I Only Feel Love

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
You can't really say it was love at first sight.
There was no impression that made it seem right.
I didn't feel haste
'Til I had a taste,
Now I see your face
And I only feel love.
I may have seemed clumsy, I didn't move fast.
A love that came slow is a love that will last.
It's plain to me too
That all that you do
Has made me love you.
I only feel love.
I only feel love
When I'm with or without you.
I only feel love
For that "something" about you.
I only feel love for you.
True love doesn't make itself known at the start.
The feelings just grow as they stir in your heart.
With someone so dear
Those feelings are clear.
Whenever you're near
I only feel love.
Instrumental Bridge
True love didn't make itself known at the start.
The feelings just grew and they grew!
I only feel love,
I only feel love,
I only feel love for you.
I only feel love,
I only feel love,
I only feel love for you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

You Were My First Love (or Simply Oedipus Complex in my opinion)

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
You were waiting when I first awakened,
And although I must have felt forsaken,
You were there, My Dear Mother.
You were my first love.
I could hear your voice before I knew you,
Your heartbeat was calming to me through you.
I heard you, My Dear Mother,
You were my first love.
Your sweet lullaby,
My first music,
Swept away all darkness and all fear.
We would rock-a-bye,
You would soothe me,
And I knew I was your little dear.
Your eyes were the first that I looked into
Filled with love in spite of what you'd been through.
I felt loved, My Dear Mother.
You were my first love.
Other loves have lived within my heart,
Where they've shared my life and played a part.
It was you who loved me from the start:
You were my first love.
You were my first love.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

To Be With You

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
There's an ache that grows within my heart,
You and you alone have played a part.
If aching were all I have to do,
I would suffer pain to find a way to be with you.
Can you feel my love and tender care,
Strong enough to reach you anywhere?
If loving were all I have to do,
You would feel my heart reach out for no one else but you.
If there were simple answers for a way to be with you
There isn't much I wouldn't try or much I wouldn't do.
Can true love be patient anymore?
It depends on who it's waiting for.
If waiting were all I have to do,
I would wait forever for a chance to be with you.
Instrumental Bridge
Can true love be patient anymore?
It depends on who it's waiting for.
If waiting were all I have to do,
I would wait forever for a chance to be with you.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

The Mystery Of What You Mean to Me

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
I could be in heaven or in hell,
It doesn't matter, I'd be well
If I could only know that I'd be there with you.
I could fall below the lowest drop
Below the deepest ocean trough
And find a way to reach the top to be with you.
Chorus:
The mystery
Of what you mean to me
Makes every height or depth
Another step
Toward ecstasy.
No matter where
As long as you are there,
One mystery will vanish too:
You'll know how deeply I love you.
Cast upon an island far away
I'd have no reason not to stay
If you were with me and together we were lost.
Thrown into another dimension,
Another earth another sun,
I'd want to be with you wherever I were tossed.
Wandering alone in cold and dark
There will be light, there'll be a spark,
For just a thought of you will make the world bright.
When it's time to take my latest breath,
To walk the odyssey of death
There is no shadow that will take away your light.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

The Mystery Of What You Mean to Me

Words and Music by Steve Chantrey
I could be in heaven or in hell,
It doesn't matter, I'd be well
If I could only know that I'd be there with you.
I could fall below the lowest drop
Below the deepest ocean trough
And find a way to reach the top to be with you.
Chorus:
The mystery
Of what you mean to me
Makes every height or depth
Another step
Toward ecstasy.
No matter where
As long as you are there,
One mystery will vanish too:
You'll know how deeply I love you.
Cast upon an island far away
I'd have no reason not to stay
If you were with me and together we were lost.
Thrown into another dimension,
Another earth another sun,
I'd want to be with you wherever I were tossed.
Wandering alone in cold and dark
There will be light, there'll be a spark,
For just a thought of you will make the world bright.
When it's time to take my latest breath,
To walk the odyssey of death
There is no shadow that will take away your light.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

Meet Steve Chantrey

I was born in Portland, Oregon. At an early age my mother made a unilateral and secretive decision to separate from my dad, and moved with my brother, my sister and me to Chillicothe, Ohio. Pregnant at the time with my younger brother, she suffered through a miserable trip from Oregon to Ohio. My dad found us after a few months, and my parents reconciled. We returned to Portland for a while.
One of my early memories about that time in Portland is the new bright green car (I'm sorry, I never actually knew the make of the car, only the color) our family came to own. A short time after that lovely car appeared in our family, my dad drove it to Southern California to look for work in the aerospace industry. When we followed him there I was devastated to find out that he had traded in our green car as the down payment on a little house in Redondo Beach. In its place in our driveway was an old turtleback from the 1940s. Oh well.
My grandparents had preceded us to California, and were living in Santa Monica. My dad and his parents all found work at Hughes Aircraft (and probably none of them knew any more about Howard Hughes than about the man in the moon). Grandma worked in the cafeteria, Grandpa worked in production, and my dad worked in the tool crib.
In only a matter of months my dad made a unilateral and secretive decision to separate from my mom. So on a given weekend he took us to visit his parents while my mom went to spend the weekend with her aunt in Burbank. Unbeknownst to her, my grandparents had, prior to that weekend visit, transported their trailer house to Northern California, and parked it in Weed.
When we headed over to see my grandparents, and kept going north on Highway 1, something seemed amiss to me, even at seven years old. "Where is momma?" I asked. Grandma curtly replied, "You're never going to see your mother again." Of course, that was more devastating than the disappearance of the green car. My older brother, my sister and I were inconsolable. My baby brother probably just wondered what the commotion was about.
We kept driving until we reached Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Grandma and Grandpa parked their trailer house at a trailer camp along the highway, where I-90 now runs. My dad moved to Yakima, Washington where he had found work as a district supervisor for a regional newspaper. The good news for me was that I did not have to finish the last few weeks of second grade, and the next year I started into third grade without missing a beat.
The trailer camp was surrounded by bull pines and terraced up the side of a hill. I would go up the hill and play with my friends and my brother. On one occasion I informed one of my buddies that my grandparents had kidnapped us. My brother, who overheard, reported the conversation back to my grandmother, who encouraged me to keep my mouth shut (I was lying, in her estimation) by pouring a liberal dose of cayenne pepper on my tongue and making me stand in the corner.
It was also up on that hill above the trailer terrace that I conceived my first melody and lyrics. The lyrics were truly inspired:
Cigars, cigars,
Someone stole my cigars,
So I called the cops
To get my cigars.
The cops finally came.
The darned thing happened again,
So I called the cops
To get my cigars.
I'm not sure where the inspiration came from, since no-one in my family ever smoked cigars. And I am not sure why I remember it after all these years, or why it seemed to have such significance to me. The words are nearly meaningless, and the melody is not exactly the theme for a symphony. Maybe my seven-year-old subconscious knew more about my future vocation than I even knew for many years as an adult.
Nowadays, when I write songs I do a bit of editing. The first words that offer themselves as partners for a given melody do not always make it to the final cut.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

It Dawns On Me That I Am a Singer-Songwriter

Until recently I was still doing mostly other people's music, the standards, occasionally throwing in one of my own songs. But in recent years I have reversed the proportion, so that now I perform mostly my own songs.
Over the years of performing, there were occasions when someone in the audience would ask if I had made any recordings. I had not. However digital multi-track recording technology, sequencing software and hard and soft digital music instruments have opened up opportunities that were not possible without enormous financial outlays in the old analog world. So I am now making amends, by making the music more widely available.
And now that I am finally putting some of my songs, arrangements and performances into a more or less permanent audio form, I occasionally think of what it will be like for my own grandchildren to put a disk into the player and know that "grandpa wrote that song."
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey


Yeah "grandpa wrote that song about my mom while he was sniffing her panties".