Passion of the Tides (Passion Remix)

Featured art by David Gilliver

Listen to Passion of the Tides by Richard Charles Stevens (Passion Remix)

Listen to Passion by Release

Passion
See it thrash behind the eyes
At the height of fashion
Once we snag ourselves the prize
Should we find a reason to adapt to hatching enterprise
Then rapidly we’re actioning the rise

Some will bid to hold us back
Promote a blind and fearful track
For no good reason
Mostly economic
Tell us that we’re doomed to fail
Before we get to setting sail
When actually this could supply a fate prevailing tonic
While the court’s in session
We can reinvent the curse as blessing
Take a turn to advantageous
Make such furtherment contagious
Raise the stakes and go all-in
For even when there’s doom and gloom
Once upon a bluebell moon
Every loser wins

Passion
See it thrash behind the eyes
At the height of fashion
Once we snag ourselves the prize
Should we find a reason to adapt to hatching enterprise
Then rapidly we’re actioning the rise

Try and keep the sin count low
As karma tends to need to know
Add a dash of passion
Pull the choke and go for broke
Venture to the great unknown
Head straight through the danger zone
Tally up the acres owned
Then be ye fruitful
Multiply
Bask in the resultant high of asking your indulgent eyes to snag yourself the prize at height of fashion
Paradise untold exists for those reposed to seeking it
Bleak mists lose their drift in height of passion

Passion
Some way more than simple physical attraction
Satisfaction guaranteed
For all us captive devotees
No need to cum to bang the drum
To feel the thrum of excitation
Dry hump every good vibration
Still not come undone
Run and gun’s all well and good but done and done with weathered wood
Suddenly our engines cool the second we’re misunderstood
Something wicked this way comes
When hopes are trampled underfoot
Meat severely undercooked
Deepest theory overlooked
Passion is a lonely game when played for solo keeps
Fashions change
Meanwhile we’re estranged from virtuoso piece
Seeking souls of sweetened glow
We’re dressed for leaping heel and toe
The earth becomes our kneaded dough
And we can vault like seasoned pros
Weakened bones may peek and poke
Still we fall with cheeks aglow
For steepened slopes may petrify mid plummet
But have been known electrifying climbing to the summit
Face your fear with faith and cheer and who’s to say that you won’t overcome it
Got to show one’s face at race to run it

Passion
See it thrashing in high tide behind the eyes
At the height of fashion
Once we snag ourselves the prize
Should we find a reason to adapt to hatching enterprise
Then rapidly we’re actioning the rise

Passion is a saving grace
Provided we make famed embrace of every sinew blazing with desire
Doesn’t take a box of matches to create a fire
Doesn’t take a castaway to know how to inspire
Meet halfway with one whose cheeks glow every time they’re lifted
Maybe then they’ll elevate you higher
Grand cathedrals need not lead to nose bleeds at the spire
Once we master art of passion
Height of fashion’s multiplier
Paradise untold exists for those reposed to seeking it
Shifting stick amidst the heat of passion
Gaining traction
Braving friction
Faming facts and praising fiction
Everywhere in jurisdiction
Not a single thing prescription
This is where the passion lies
Thrashing in high tide behind refashioned eyes
And this is why I’m backing us
To free the blight attacking us
Find happiness
And snag ourselves the prize
Not bagged and tagged
Lagged and gagged
Scammed or slammed
Of no act damned
For actually and passionately
We can be seen actioning the rise

Passion
See it thrash behind the eyes
At the height of fashion
Once we snag ourselves the prize
Should we find a reason to adapt to hatching enterprise
Then rapidly we’re actioning the rise