In pop mode here - a song from my first album. Time Of My Life I am young and I'm free. Got no flies buzzing around me. I can make a plan Build castles in the sand. You can kick em right back In my face, I don't mind Cos it's the time of my life. I like it here, I like it there Anywhere will do, I don't really care. Waiting in the rain for a girl who never came Well that’s ok, it's alright I ain't looking for a wife Cos it's the time of my life. Time, time, time keeps flashing on by, My oh my, see it fly. Time, time, time keeps ticking on But life is sweet, it's a bonbon, c’est bonne. C’est le temps de ma vie Mes amis Credits Written by Steve Elliott Produced by Sasha Badeshkov Guitars: Sasha Badeshkov, Steve Elliott Bass: Sasha Badeshkov Drums: Alexey Kravtsov Vocal: Steve Elliott Backing Vocal: Ruzana Lukjanov Engineered & mixed by Nik Lukjanov

Hard-driving rock song about the blockchain and how perhaps we’re getting it right this time. This is dedicated to Musicoin and the new app, launching as I write. ‘A change is coming It’s on the Blockchain Kinda weird, kinda strange – It’s all for us for a change’ I got the A Team on this one - Tony Habibulin & Asterios Papastamatakis on guitars and keys. A singer-songwriter's dream!)

This one's in a country vein. It's dedicated to all the fine street musicians I have encountered in various parts of the globe. Tip them all, I say. Put some nickels in the jar! And speaking of tips, thanks for all those here on Musicoin. Be sure and tip the artists you like. They'll always be grateful for the coin. Nickel in the Jar I don’t play this song for money, I don’t play for praise. And I don’t care if they don’t like it, Gonna play it anyway. And if you want to go that far, Put a nickel in the jar… Put a nickel in the jar. I don’t work for the corporation And the pittance that they pay. I gotta satisfy my soul And let my fingers play. And if you want to go that far, Put a nickel in the jar… Put a nickel in the jar. And I will sit here all day long Strumming on my favourite song. I don’t care if they don’t like it, I don’t care what they say. I don’t care if they don’t buy it, Gonna play it anyway… Gonna play it anyway. I don’t wanna be the next big deal, A puppet on a string. I just play it cos I like it, It don’t mean a thing. I don’t play this song for money, I don’t play for praise. And I don’t care if they don’t like it, Gonna play it anyway. And if you want to go that far, Put a nickel in the jar… Put a nickel in the jar. Credits Written by Steve Elliott Produced by Steve Elliott Arranged by Anton Mullan Guitars: Anton Mullan, Steve Elliott Bass: Anton Mullan Keyboards: Chris Elliott Drums: Alexey Kravtsov Vocal: Steve Elliott Backing Vocal: Sylvia Daley Engineered & mixed by Nik Lukjanov Mastered @emastered.com

Probably the most bluesy song on this page - another one from a cycle of songs about London. It's about being rudely awakened from dreams of paradise and facing the prospect of riding a crowded tube into the city to go to work. So the hero day dreams and remembers his night dreams! Some more song notes: The hero of this song is dreaming peacefully of girls with cherry lips, cavorting on the seaside sands, and other pleasant diversions, when the alarm rings its reality check, its clanging call to duty. Rudely awakened from dreams of paradise, the hero faces the day... not quite seizing it! He’s late as usual and dashes to the rainy street, joins the press of feet to the nearest tube, the prospect of work looming like a grey cloud. Then he remembers the girl in his dreams, the crimson lips, the hot kiss… The Northern Line fades to some distant, palm-fringed shore line in our hero’s mind, where mermaids wait and comb their hair back with the waves. So despite being Moorgate-bound, everything is okay. Paradise has been lost and found. Just a Dream Away 5 o’clock, the sun is up, I dream that it’s an apricot. I take a bite dripping The juice down my chin. I kiss a dream girl on the lips Then wake up to my Weetabix – The dream fading And it’s growing dim So take a ride on the Northern line, Don’t be late, gotta be on time. But I think paradise Is just a dream away So take my advice And daydream all day. I wake up, the dream is gone, Oh,can I have another one? The alarm clock’s clanging In my tired head Take me back to the billows bright Where flying fish fly all night, And leave me here floating In my feather bed. I think paradise Is just a dream away So take my advice And daydream all day. Flying high like a kite in the sky Old rocking horse rocks on by Temple bells are ringing At the break of day Alice stands by a minaret Trying to learn the alphabet, Turns to me smiling Then she fades away. So take a ride on the Northern line, Don’t be late, gotta be on time. So take a ride on the Northern line, Don’t be late, gotta be on time. But I think paradise Is just a dream away So take my advice And daydream all day. Written by Steve Elliott Produced by Sasha Badejkov

It rains a lot in London. This is another song based on my home town. It is punk sensibility with a cleaner updated sound. "Mine's a pint of London Pride It's nice and warm here in the snug But outside... It's a rainy day If we pull the plug Will it drain away?" It was produced by Sasha Badezhkov (Rekiband here on Musicoin). Although it was recorded in Moscow at Mars Records by Nik Lukjanov, it's a very British sound. Funny old world... Oh, it's stopped raining!))) Rock on!

Another silly love song!? But it drives along nicely. Actually, the long fade out is my favourite bit. My backing singer, Ruzanna, did an awesome job.

A short black dress... the bright lights... it's time to paint the town red! Pop song with an intriguing reggae section about a night on the tiles. Written by zubkov/elliott

The title track of my new EP. A song about growing up and how you don't like the girls much when you're nine... but then pretty soon they begin to get under your skin and you have a hard time staying sane.​ Produced by Tony Habibulin

Throughout history nations have fought tooth and nail. History is a bloody business full of intrigue, war and enslavement. This century has ramped up the pressure, pitting East against West. Again! When, in fact, we are all children of Mother Earth, or God depending on your belief system. We should therefore love one another… nourish and sustain one another. The chief culprit in maintaining our paranoia is the news. The old adage, 'Don't believe what you read in the papers', is true. Political news is designed to maintain a state of fear, suspicion, and the inclination to create enemies where none exist. It's generally a pack of lies, fake, a distraction, and deception. Pinch Of Salt is gritty angry rock, ranting, wailing and railing against an evil king and all his servants. Plus a little homage to Kurt Cobain! PART OF AN EXCLUSIVE MUSICOIN EP

That moment when you see a pretty face in the crowd, your eyes connect and something fleeting passes between you. Just for one second and then it's gone, as temporary and fragile as a sun-kissed bubble that lives a brief second before popping and vanishing in front of your eyes. Homage to Tom Petty - RIP and thanks for the music!

Now that spring is here, here's a fun upbeat song about taking the girl you fancy to the park for ice cream, hanky panky and a bit of a lark. Please share if you enjoy it!

A more acoustic, jazzier side. A song about old flames, regret, melancholy... I'm pleased with the trumpet solo!

A song from my album Back in The Day. It's about teenage wastelands, boredom and angst in urban London where the only thing that made any sense to me was music. The voodoo of rock n roll... that backbeat...

This is a tune about my misspent youth in London in the early days of Punk rock. It's all live with a couple of vocal overdubs. Hope you enjoy. Share if you do. Rock on...

A little alien came to me, Sat down on my knee, Blew me a sonic kiss And inspired this...

A slow weepy about regret and love lost and things that drive you crazy!

A song about poets and the transience of things, inspired by Bob Dylan and to a certain extent about him. Recorded live in the studio with minimal overdubs.

Song about revolution, inspired by events in Ukraine a while back. Definite punk vibe recorded live in the studio. Rock on...

Upbeat track with solid guitar work and live drums. All my tracks are recorded live with real musicians playing real instruments!

A nostalgic song about life in the 60s and 70s in London - The Beatles, The Stones, The Who, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, The Clash et al...

Song about a notional film star who ends up in rehab! Clever lyrics, cool horns, cracking live drums and awesome guitars.

Gangster in London! Getaway driver...

I am a singer-songwriter from London, currently based in Moscow, Russia. A lot of my songs are inspired by my hometown. I grew up in the 60s with The Beatles, The Stones, The Kinks, Hendrix et al. I was in London when the Punk scene burst in, rudely awakening us from our Tales of Topographic Oceans! How exhilarating it was!))) Little Bird is, on the face of it, about a pigeon fancier but also explores ideas of death and rebirth. Or it's just another British rock song! Anyway, someone was kind enough to say this: "Fantastic. reminds me of Richard Ashcroft's better stuff." Little Bird Hey little bird! Why don’t you fly? There’s all that room Up in the sky. Hey little bird! Why don’t you fly? You’ve got the wings - You’ve got the sky. Don’t want see a caged bird kept in, Wanna see her taking wing And fly away so high Across the London sky. Fly away so high Across the sky. Granddad was a card And pigeons were his thing. He gave them names And he gave em a ring. Grandma said he loved ‘em more than her And one day she showed him the door And Granddad broke a wing, Couldn’t do his thing. Grandma said they could not stay, Pretty things must fly away. So Granddad let em fly Away across the sky. Granddad didn’t say much For ten years or more. Then one spring He heard a song at his door. Don’t want see a caged bird kept in, Wanna see her taking wing And fly away so high Across the London sky. Hey little bird! Time to fly - You’ve got the wings, You’ve got the sky. Hey little bird! Why don’t you fly? There’s all that room Up in the sky... credits from Back In The Day, released March 28, 2017 written by Steve Elliott license all rights reserved