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Crash
04:38
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Do you crash every time we talk?
Do you see the wall?
Are we driving too fast?
'Cause when you're gone you feel so close
Like I could wrap my arms around you
Do we plan the things we say?
Or do they appear from nowhere?
Are we trying to get off this speeding train?
Like a horse's hoof beat, racing
Across the sand along your beach
It's so exhilirating but brings fear again
When you're away are you feeling small?
Or are you giddily jumping through the waves?
We could collide like sea and shore
Withdrawing when we've stayed too long
Like a bird in the garden
Singing out when the cat draws near
We spread our wings
We are frightened so we head for the trees
Like a klaxon warns a ship
Of land appearing through the mist
We try to warn each other but maybe we can help
Lyrics © Wob, 1999
Recorded at Lighthouse Studios, Weymouth, by Rick Hammond
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2. |
Reflection
02:24
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You appear and bring back all the old days
All of the old faces all of the old places
And all of the old names
It seems so strange
I've never seen your face before
But you look so familiar
Like looking in a window
And seeing my reflection
Maybe we are victims of periphery
We all know the same people
Been in the same places
Most likely at the same time
Here's to you
And your eyes that promise everything
We're no longer strangers
We'll meet again
Lyrics © Wob
Recorded at Leyline Studios, London; Sept 1997
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3. |
Kosovo
03:46
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Take my rifle off the wall, dust it down
And make sure the barrel's clear
Find the shells I've fired
At nothing but rabbits
For more than fifty years
Dig a trench outside the town
Keep my head down and my eyes alert
My body's old and aching
I can't stop these hands from shaking
As I prepare myself again
Kiss my wife goodbye, she's holding out
Making food for the rest of my old comrades
We fought together, we farmed together
Maybe we'll die together
In the searing heat
Of a dust filled day we wait
For people half our age
To come and take the place
That we've lived in for years
On a map that's probably older
Than these ancient soldiers
It says it's theirs
They would clear us from our homes
I'm not sure that these old bones
Can take this again
In the churchyard lie the victims
Of the last war
We remember it too well my friends and I
We worked together, we laughed together
Maybe we'll die
Trying to save out homes
The odds are stacked against us
The young army's on its way
We're too old; they'll be here sooner or later
© Wob, 1999
Recorded at Lighthouse Studios, Weymouth, by Rick Hammond
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4. |
Vanity
03:13
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5. |
Dolphins
04:35
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Somebody told me today
Just to hold on a little bit longer
But that's all that I seem to do
And getting nowhere for it
Walking the same road
Wearing my boots out
Constantly striving for something
Not really sure if it even exists
I guess it's not the winning that counts
Just the partaking of the game
There are always doors that won't open
And ditches too wide to jump
Trees without low branches
And walls too high to see over
We break the surface like dolphins
Life giving air being gasped into lungs
But with a morbid fascination we dive down
Everyone seems to be moving so fast
Leaving you choking
In the dust cloud left behind them
It feels like you raced to the station
The train you wanted is heading off in the distance
Saving up money for something
Only to find it's got more expensive
If at first you don't succeed then try, try again
There will always be whispers from somewhere
Distracting, turning you off course
Because you've been left behind
Don't fret
They can always come back for you
© Wob, 1999
Recorded at Lighthouse Studios, Weymouth, by Rick Hammond
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6. |
St Kilda
03:19
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We scribbled miles to each other
But face to face we freeze
It seems that here in your town
It takes a lot to get words out
I didn't think it would be quite so difficult
But we stumble awkwardly
I've wanted to see you for so long
Now I'm tongue-tied
I want to get drunk with you again
So that all the walls come down
And we can talk the way we used to
Without a care in the world
We step around each other
Not quite saying what we mean
There's so much to tell and so much to hear
And so little time
I want to drink with you
© Wob
Recorded at Leyline Studios, London Sept 1997
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7. |
Slip Away
04:11
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The moon comes up outside my window
Rising in an autumn sky
Silhouettes cast on the street
Hide the cracks seen in the light
Deeper dark comes on like tide
Washes over paints out light
Eyes accustom to the gloom
Lines just seem to slip away
I just want to get away for a while
No matter how small the problem
Just leave it behind
Run find somewhere to hide
Wash my hands let obligation slip away
Woke this morning claustrophe
Had to leave to find some space
Have some time on my own
Clear my head with cleansing rain
Ringing bells still follow me
Dusty cobwebs, curtains drawn
I want to leave them all behind
I just can't seem to slip away
Just go for a while won't stay very long
Let me be here on my own
Pride always comes before a fall
Fallen once you don't trust anymore
Like scudding clouds across the sky
I just want to slip away
The brush of darkness holds me fast
Shadowed body with a nameless face
Evening wind blows through cobwebs
Clearing all left by the rain
Only the hide and seeking moon
Sees my coated fingers now
Alright for a while at least
Still need some time to slip away
Lyrics © Wob, 1999
Recorded at Lighthouse Studios, Weymouth, by Rick Hammond
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8. |
4 O'Clock
02:46
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It's 4 o'clock again
The day just raced by
The evening's drawing in
And I've not done half the things
I was supposed to do by now
If things carry on this way
All the plans I made today
I'll have to do tomorrow
Lost in the clouds today
Too many ideas in my head
There was too much going on
Couldn't pin down even just one thought
To take through to a conclusion
Lyrics © Wob, 1999
Recorded at Lighthouse Studios, Weymouth, by Rick Hammond
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9. |
Unnamed
04:07
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This is the place we used to play
But it's changed quite a bit around here now
Just across the way
We hid and sought
And dreamt about tomorrow
You cannot get there from here now
Because there are roads and houses
You cannot get there from here now
Because we've lost those childhood ways
We're cutting, dragging down the progress ladder
Money walks and bullshit talks
It's all we hear when we're out working
It's all we see everywhere we look
You cannot get there from this direction
You have to take the long way round
The walls we put up just hold us in
We're not strong enough to pull them down
We try to drag ourselves up by the rope
That dangles forever out of reach
Live our lives so fast it blinds us
So we don't expect the things we see
You cannot get there from here now
Although there's nothing stopping you
We didn't burn all of our bridges down
Only the important few
So don't tell me that it's gone
Surely it's only changed
The need with which we live out dreams by
Got left abandoned on the way
Just because we work so hard for
The things we feel that we should be
Is no reason for us to stop
And build the walls so high
We build perimeters around ourselves
So that no one can get through
Listen to those who care for nothing
Emulating the things they do
But you can still get there from here
Should never have tried to leave it behind
It was always there with us
Was just a little hard to find
Lyrics © Wob
Recorded live at Kairo, Bremen, Germany; Nov 1998
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10. |
Going Home
04:05
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Dear mother I'm coming home
I can't walk anywhere anymore on my own
With only half a leg
I'm going to find it hard to stand
It's going to be a while before I can
I feel a bit like a child again
With memories as old as time
Of someone's life from long ago
That no longer feels like mine
I've seen dying children
Screaming out for death
Or someone to hold and love them
As they wait patiently
Dear father I know you told me to be brave
But I saw somebody's severed head yesterday
Blank lifeless eyes
Staring past me into space
All my belief in humanity passed away
His face was a mask
Of panic, fear and resignation
It's funny how it melts away
When the spirit leaves
How sickly sweet
The sticky smell of blood is
And how far these helmets can be seen
I want to wake from this nightmare now
Dear son your daddy's coming back
I hope I don't scare you
As I'm wheeled through the door
You're too young to realise
How lucky I am to see you again
I'm sorry but you'll be my only child
I didn't hear it as it left the mountain side
Passed over the valley
Beneath the clouds, the sun, the sky
I felt the ground shade briefly
Before it sent me screaming through the air
My mind was racing with thoughts of you
And how do you make peace
With something that you don't understand
To my love if the light goes from your eyes
I think I'll understand
Because I'm only half the man I was
Before I left you behind
But I need you now
More than I ever have before
This war it seems as old as time
Being naive I didn't realise
That man still practiced genocide
Killed children for their father's sides
Mutilated, raped, left dying in the streets
Women with only pride
Left mourning for their families
Dignity stolen by their own countrymen
Lying in the back of this truck
Bouncing down this cratered road
I realise I'm glad that I am going home
I'm glad I'm coming home
Lyrics © Wob
Recorded live at Bamberger Amthof, Feldkirchen, Austria; Nov 1998
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