Word We Don’t Need

The Ultimate Dream.  An anti-war song lyric by Vince.  Written in 1994 [in 20 minutes]

We are heading for a new age.
A time long overdue.
A dream for all our fathers.
And now it’s coming true.

Our forebears gave us hope.
We’ve taken their ideas.
We’ll see it lasts forever.
And live in peace for years.

With no more hunger left to feed.
With no more victims left to bleed.
With no more use for wanton greed.
War is a word that we don’t need.

Together in our small world.
We’ve learnt to get on well.
It’s heaven on this planet.
We’ve eliminated hell.

With no more hunger left to feed.
With no more victims left to bleed.
With no more use for wanton greed.
War is a word that we don’t need.

We can’t forget the old days.
That’s the secret of success.
To lose what we have built up.
Would leave us in a mess.

With no more hunger left to feed.
With no more victims left to bleed.
With no more use for wanton greed.
War is a word that we don’t need.

With no more hunger left to feed.
With no more victims left to bleed.
With no more use for wanton greed.
War is a word that we don’t need.

War is a word that we don’t need.
(to fade)

Author: Vince Poynter
From the songs section of the vinceunlimited.co.uk website dated 20 Dec 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003 and reproduced here in full, unedited
The image depicts a convoy of tanks heading away up the M27 taken by the author’s wife, Lynda, around 1979

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Think

A duet for lost love, written by Vince in 1991

(Man) Have you ever been so lonely that you feel you couldn’t care?
That your life is full of nothing and you’re going to nowhere?
(Woman) Have you ever been so lonely that your cares no longer feel?
That your loving days are over and your heart is now of steel?
(Man) Then something that is said.
(Woman) Or something that you see.
(Man) A prompt. A nudge. A noise perhaps…
(Woman) …brings back a memory.
(Man) Have you seen the situation when you see someone from afar?
(Woman) Is it them or just a mirage?
(Both) Are you who I think you are?

(Woman) I won’t accept these facts at all. I won’t believe my eyes.
I cannot start on mending all those painful days and lies.
(Man) I won’t be seen to go back on all my promises to me.
The days and nights of total pain as I tried to cut you free.
(Woman) I won’t believe in miracles.
(Man) I’ve suffered so to learn.
(Woman) I can’t believe that in one glimpse…
(Man) …I’ve seen the past return.
(Woman) But when I take a closer look, it’s like finding a new star.
(Man) I’m sure that I am certain.
(Both) Are you who I think you are?

(Both) Are you from my past or just made of glass?
Are you really there?
Take a look at me. Do you long to be,
Here without a care?
Just give me the eye. Make a tear run dry.
Be the one I knew
Could we re-light the flame? Do you feel the same?
Please tell me are you who?
I think you are.

(Man) I thought I’d put the fire out. I thought that you were gone.
I said I’d never would go back or listen to our song
(Woman) But deep inside I knew that you were just on ice.
Hidden in a secret file but thinking it was nice
(Man) All my burdens are lifting.
(Woman) My chains are breaking free.
(Man) Seeing you has brought about…
(Woman) …a long lost melody.
(Man) I heard you were around here. I thought I saw your car.
(Woman) Please tell me with all honesty.
(Both) Are you who I think you are?

(Both) Are you from my past or just made of glass?
Are you really there?
Take a look at me. Do you long to be,
Here without a care?
Just give me the eye. Make a tear run dry.
Be the one I knew
Could we re-light the flame? Do you feel the same?
Please tell me are you who?
I think you are.

(Music…)

(Woman) Hang on, I need a minute. I’m back from hell today.
I can’t think straight. I need some time for things that I should say.
(Man) Don’t say a thing. Just do it. Just make this dream come true.
I’m sure that what I’m feeling is going on in you.
(Woman) Do you feel the same as I do?
(Man) Don’t you want to grab this chance?
(Woman) Should we take things as they happen…
(Man) …Or try to find our old romance.
(Woman) We can’t know that it will happen. The fact that we’ve come far.
(Man) Do you sense that what you’re saying is.
(Both) Are you who I think you are?

(Both) Are you from my past or just made of glass?
Are you really there?
Take a look at me. Do you long to be,
Here without a care?
Just give me the eye. Make a tear run dry.
Be the one I knew
Could we re-light the flame? Do you feel the same?
Please tell me are you who?
I think you are.

(Both) Are you from my past or just made of glass?
Are you really there?
Take a look at me. Do you long to be,
Here without a care?
Just give me the eye. Make a tear run dry.
Be the one I knew
Could we re-light the flame? Do you feel the same?
Please tell me are you who?
I think you are.

Author: Vince Poynter
From the songs section of the vinceunlimited.co.uk website dated 18 Dec 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003 and reproduced here in full, unedited
Text first presented in colour to mark the singer contributions in version 2.00 of the website in May 2005
The image depicts a cathedral window in Buckfastleigh Abbey. Literally from the past and made of glass. Photographed by the author in 2010

Set It Free

A song lyric about forbidden love by Vince

Written in 1991

Running my eyes up and down your body where my hands would rather be.
Feeling you close within my soul. Searching for that ecstasy.
Can’t bide my time ’til the moments right.
Wanting to do, settling for sight.
Just take a chance on us and arouse this dynamite.

Stealing a glance or touching your hair. Remembering the look in your eyes.
Saying the things the way you do. Seeing through your little disguise.
You want me, I know that’s true.
We are both planning what to do.
If only we could say the things that we both knew.

I want you and you know it.
Let me take you to a place we both can be.
Now’s the time to show it.
Let’s take the next stage and then you will see.
You can hold me. Let your spirit free.
Is this love? Or is it just our fantasy.
Set it free. Set it free.

Make special dreams come true tonight for all those tears you cried.
My hands are cold but your body’s warm and time is on our side.
I’m aching in the places that you haven’t got.
An’ you are feeling deadly hot.
Let’s entwine our loving and give it our best shot.

I want you and you know it.
Let me take you to a place we both can be.
Now’s the time to show it.
Let’s take the next stage and then you will see.
You can hold me. Let your spirit free.
Is this love? Or is it just our fantasy.
Set it free. Set it free.

The moment’s good and we are sharing time, with blood gushing through my veins.
I’m reaching out to be within. You’re holding on my reins.
You’re searching out for a new height.
Breath so heavy but head is light.
Bodies a’ shaking but our soles are in full flight.

Musical crescendo

We’re feeling good with me in you. A moment true and pure.
With peacefulness embracing us. We’re wanting for no more.
We’ve taken chances on or love attack.
Seen the light with no going back.
Broken down the barriers…
…Now we’re on the right track.

I want you and you know it.
Let me take you to a place we both can be.
Now’s the time to show it.
Let’s take the next stage and then you will see.
You can hold me. Let your spirit free.
Is this love? Or is it just our fantasy.
Set it free. Set it free.

I want you and you know it.
Let me take you to a place we both can be.
Now’s the time to show it.
Let’s take the next stage and then you will see.
You can hold me. Let your spirit free.
Is this love? Or is it just our fantasy.
Set it free. Set it free.

Author: Vince Poynter
From the songs section of the vinceunlimited.co.uk website Version 5.037 dated 13 Dec 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003 and reproduced here in full, unedited
The image depicts a park scene gushing with symbolism and a good duck photographed by the author in Nov 2016. It was added to the website in Version 5.037 dated 13 Dec 2017.

Netsong

A song lyric by Vince

Written in 1994

The future of mankind – Pre-cursor to a film (note: Written five years before The Matrix was released)

First there was the wheel. And then came the car.
Now we live together in a little glass jar.
All connected in the Net. No individual memory.
Virtual reality is now actuality.

No one has to die. There’s ROM for every soul.
Ten million to a chip and space for all to grow.
Walls can’t be pulled down. A cryogenic dream.
Now we have anything we need. Everlastingly.

But all I want to do is die a man.
With my own feet walking through a dewy grass.
All I want to do is lie alone,
Remembering a thousand years gone past.
Now that we can’t ever break our walls,
We can never, ever end it all.
When you have anything you ever sought.
You seek nothing at all.
Switch me off. Switch me off. Switch me off.
Let me through the Net.
You gave us everything but death in the end.

With DNA replication as a daily norm.
Not one body since was ever truly born.
Sex with anyone, they really needn’t know.
Flying, racing, killing in the sun, sea, sand or snow.

But all I want to do is die a man.
With my own feet walking through a dewy grass.
All I want to do is lie alone,
Remembering a thousand years gone past.
Now that we can’t ever break our walls,
We can never, ever end it all.
When you have anything you ever sought.
You seek nothing at all.
Switch me off. Switch me off. Switch me off.
Let me through the Net.
You gave us everything but death in the end.

We feel the world through all our memories,
And we can walk upon its surface if we please.
By using five sense suits that robots made,
We can still feel sunlight on us in a leafy glade.

But all I want to do is die a man.
With my own feet walking through a dewy grass.
All I want to do is lie alone,
Remembering a thousand years gone past.
Now that we can’t ever break our walls,
We can never, ever end it all.
When you have anything you ever sought.
You seek nothing at all.
Switch me off. Switch me off. Switch me off.
Let me through the Net.
You gave us everything but death in the end.

But all I want to do is die a man.
With my own feet walking through a dewy grass.
All I want to do is lie alone,
Remembering a thousand years gone past.
Now that we can’t ever break our walls,
We can never, ever end it all.
When you have anything you ever sought.
You seek nothing at all.
Switch me off. Switch me off. Switch me off.
Let me through the Net.
You gave us everything but death in the end.

Author: Vince Poynter
From the songs section of the vinceunlimited.co.uk website Version 5.031 dated 5 Dec 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003 and reproduced here in full, unedited
The image depicts the author partly obscured by a circuit board and was created in October 2014. It was added to the website in Version 5.031 dated 5 Dec 2017

Lynda

A song lyric by Vince

Written in 1982

Dedicated to a very special person in my life, who shall remain nameless.

You lay there, you’re crying. I’m thinking ’bout my dying.
How I’ll live ’til then and never see you gone.
You think I cannot love you. Though I serve you, always hold you.
And believe I’ll stay around you for so long.

I never want you to leave me. I’m hoping this so dearly.
I fear the thought of being so alone.
And if I wake up and you’ve gone, you know it won’t be so long,
‘Fore I come running for you back upon the ‘phone.

Oh Lynda you’re my love, my only dearest love.
I’ll love you for one hundred thousand years.
And if you don’t believe me Lynda, listen to my words.
And sense me when I wipe away your tears.
I’ll serve you forever, and a day and another.
I’ll always help you fight away your fears.
Oh Lynda, what can I say but I love you today,
And I’ll love you through the months and through the years.

So hold your head up high and please don’t make me cry.
‘Cause I do when you are sad and you are lonely.
From the day that we first met you know I could have bet,
That you, my girl, would be my one and only.

Oh Lynda you’re my love, my only dearest love.
I’ll love you for one hundred thousand years.
And if you don’t believe me Lynda, listen to my words.
And sense me when I wipe away your tears.
I’ll serve you forever, and a day and another.
I’ll always help you fight away your fears.
Oh Lynda, what can I say but I love you today,
And I’ll love you through the months and through the years.

You made my life worth living, your caring and your giving.
I’m never lonely now I must confess.
And if thanks were made in time you can have the rest of mine.
We’ll live together now and forever more Lynda…
…I love you

Oh Lynda you’re my love, my only dearest love.
I’ll love you for one hundred thousand years.
And if you don’t believe me Lynda, listen to my words.
And sense me when I wipe away your tears.
I’ll serve you forever, and a day and another.
I’ll always help you fight away your fears.
Oh Lynda, what can I say but I love you today,
And I’ll love you through the months and through the years.

Oh Lynda you’re my love, my only dearest love.
Believe me now ’cause I mean it. I do…

Author: Vince Poynter
From the songs section of the vinceunlimited.co.uk website Version 5.029 dated 1 Dec 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003 and reproduced here in full, unedited
The image depicts the eponymous subject and was taken in 1982. It was added in the website, along with the tags in Version 5.029 1 Dec 2017

Racecar

By Vince – Written in 1994 – Dedicated to Aryton Senna

It’s a week since first they came to this place the circus claims.
Fired up passion growing strong. Now the climax won’t be long.
Tens of thousands take their place to cheer on their chosen ace.
With ad. men selling top rate places to advertise their companies graces.

Pole man sits on the front row. Cameras focus on the show.
Eight hundred horses singing loud to a tune to please the crowd.
Noise increases on the grid as final checks reach fever pitch.
Greens release two dozen steeds and the rubber feet do bleed.

A multi-million-power game guarantees the man his fame.
Progress verses nerves so hard in the world of racing cars.

The first corner is a squeeze. Only four escape the siege.
With the start again its all clear but the last ones pay so dear.
Fifteen straights without a change, then an oil seal makes a claim.
Gives a chance to two more aces, for three circuits changing places.

A multi-million-power game guarantees the man his fame.
Progress verses nerves so hard in the world of racing cars.

More back markers, slipstreamed straights. Tyres and fuel in ten point eight.
Fastest lap is a new crown as the times come tumbling down.
Carbon fibre body getting light. Black and white comes into sight.
The gathered crowds roar out his name and another takes his fame.

A multi-million-power game guarantees the man his fame.
Progress verses nerves so hard in the world of racing cars.

A multi-million-power game guarantees the man his fame.
Progress verses nerves so hard in the world of racing cars.

Author: Vince Poynter
From the songs section of the vinceunlimited.co.uk web site Version 5.035 dated 11 Dec 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003 and reproduced here in full, unedited
The image depicts the author’s two Formula 1 model racing cars. A 2002 season Jaguar Racing Team R3 and a BMW Williams FW24 photographed by the author in 2005. It was added to the web site in Version 5.035 dated 11 Dec 2017.

Plea For A Bike

When I was a child and through to a teenager I, like most of my peers, had a desire to own a bicycle. It was like a right of passage. Part of life development. It seemed natural and ordinary. It represented growth, freedom and independence. It was after all the status symbol of a generation. A chance to explore wider boundaries and meet new friends.

Bicycles were certainly an expensive thing. In my world at the time it had serious financial implications for parents. As one of three children getting expensive gifts was an extremely rare thing. In those days toys were reserved for special occasions like Birthdays or Christmases and the cost of bikes were probably more than treble that were spent on those days combined.

Plus there was an element of danger. Children, bikes and traffic didn’t mix well with the former usually coming off worst.

It was for the above reason my father steadfastly refused to buy his children a bike. And of the three of us I was the most upset by this. Very upset. Extraordinarily upset. Boundary tantrum upset.

I reasoned that bicycle ownership would help me develop. I was a timid child, small compared to most school colleagues, a pacifist in an angry world, scared with insecurities about being considered part of it. I struggled to have close friends at school and was further alienated by being unable to be part of the cycling gangs developing. With no bike I appeared to be a loner. A loser.

It didn’t help that my circumstances took me away to a remote school at twelve years old and getting there was a pain. Bus rides, long walks and being miles from friends when socialising was unbearable. It is even probably the reason I never became a rock star.

I argued long and passionately about these points with my dad but he was unrepentant. I pointed out that I, more than other children, would treat riding with respect and care to avoid becoming the jam in a car sandwich. I reasoned that by restricting this activity he was cruel, stunting my development and curtailing any after school activities. I even offered to have nothing else if only I could have a bike. But to no effect. There was no way he’ll change his mind.

As a result of this I wrote a song. A duet, coupled with chorus elements served to suggest a West End musical style because that is exactly what it was intended to be. This passionate episode in my life was written to be part of a plan for a musical of my life that I was considering and working on in the 1980s. The lyrics were penned in 1989. The musical has yet to be completed.

The unedited original lyrics are reproduced in full in my website.  In the ‘Songs’ section click on the bit labelled ‘Bike’.  The link is vinceunlimited.co.uk/bike.htm or vinceunlimited.co.uk/bikem.htm if you are viewing this on a smartphone.

Despite the apparent complexity the song does not yet have any musical accompaniment. I will eventually get around to doing this but will first need to learn how to write music. This was a serious flaw in my plan to write that musical. So, can you help?

If the tune is great and it becomes a success I may buy you a bike. Providing you don’t bloody well go on about it all the time.

Author: Vince Poynter
This is an extract from the re-launched, hand coded vinceunlimited.co.uk web site Version 5.006 dated dated 16 Oct 2017 and is an explanation of a song originally written in 1989 and published in Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the author sat on one of his first bicycles.