The Heart Beat Files

The Heart Beat Files

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Old Dylan new times new effects, a Cowboy Junkies Flavor in places, Echos of Cohen, shades of Neal Young, Flash of the past with a vision of the furture,Moments of pop with the heart of country,while sliding in and out of the blues with a rock and roll recklessness, We think,we got some thing to say

Biography

More of a Unity project,than a band,,The heart Beat Files started By Les Hunt performance poet,and india film director ,then joined by work mate singer song writer Dom Graham ,they abducted Eric Elie lead singer of Billy's Break Down,, And to make things sound the best it can at a reasonable price they farm work out to NigelCuffmusicUK--These are the ingredients SO FAR,,that have created the body of work called The Heart Beat Files Based out of Victoria Bc Canada

Lyrics

Drug Store Dreams

Written By: Les Hunt

THE HEART BEAT FILES #--From CD Wide Open is the Gate

Drug Store Dreams----

Verse 1
Looking for the reasons
To the seasons that I’ve seen
Adding up the numbers
Writing down the dreams
Watching for the hurricanes
Hiding behind the scenes
Sorting through Gods
In drug store magazines

Verse 2
When the spirit of more
Steals this moment from the shore
Then the water in your wave
Is just a place where you shave?
Where these mystic vibrations
Refuse to behave

Chorus
If you got a handle on all things in between
Why did I find you shaking?
Doing crazy drunken baking?

Why do we look for answers?
In drug store magazines?
Why do we pour our hopes?
Into Unnatural machines?

Verse 3
The gypsy’s women waving
While the cards are on the floor
The heartache bought a shadow
And he’s heading for the door
For your lover’s got a lover
And it’s eating at your soul
Your heart is getting harder
And you’re not sure where to go

Verse 4
For the spirit of tomorrow
Fills the mind full of sorrow
And puts the heart out of tune
Hides a magic moment moon
For these mystic vibrations
Are trying to shine through

Chorus
Did I catch you making wishes?
In that ancient wishing well?
A sacred place you ask for things
You promise not to sell

Why do we look for answers?
In drug store magazines?
Why do we pour our hopes?
Into unnatural machines?

Verse 5
Doctor yesterday removes
This moment from the room
With blood of a shadow
Part of a broken moon
A warning against
The mystic vibrations in this tune

Verse 6
A spirit of unforgiveness
Sings your old broken tune
To steal this loving moment
From the seed inside the womb
Feel the mystic vibrations
Dancing in this room

Chorus
If you got a handle on all
Your things in between
Why did I hear you scream?
In a crazy cracking dream?

Did I catch you making wishes?
In that ancient wishing well?
A sacred place you ask for things
You promise not to sell?

Why do we look for answers?
In drug store magazines?
Why do we pour our hearts?
Into unnatural machines?

LW HUNT / (music mix by nigelcuffmusicUK)

Broken Dance

Written By: Les Hunt

- Broken Dance
I was in the mist of a backstage stumble
When I heard the money vulture Mumble
Holey shit I think this IS a negative
Influence on corporate culture-------------------------

They get real nervous
When a story is told
That dams the glory
And steals the gold

Candy had a heart full of dreams
Now she’s got a nose full of coke
And a limo-----usine
Cut the ads count the beans
Roll out the carpet for the drugstore queen
Shoot up the spirit with some plastersence
Call her mother you’ll hear her scream
Candy had a heart full of dreams

They say COME ON BABY
Do the BROKEN DANCE
For the name of GLORY
In the shape of ROMANCE
You know this vulture
Pays in advance
So come on baby
Do the broken dance

I heard the heartache when it fell
As the drapes were drawn at the blue hotel
The sirens they sure just love to wail
A body looks strange when it’s pale

Roll out the carpet for the drugstore Queen
Shoot up the spirit with some plastersence
Call her mother you’ll hear her scream
Candy had a heart full of dreams

They say COME ON BABY
Do the BROKEN DANCE
For the name of GLORY
In the shape of ROMANCE
You know this vulture
Pays in advance
So come on baby
Do the broken dance

They get real nervous
When a story is told
That dams the glory
And steals the gold --by Lw Hunt Music By Eric Elie