1. |
Till Morning
03:31
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This is the place that I come to
The place I can hide if I want to
Bus ride that takes me
Down dusty road
White lines that come and fly by
The long open road before me
Leads up the coast it calls me
The towns and the lights
Of the night passing by
Through the mist of my own reflection
Blue perfect sky huge and open
White horses play on the ocean
Sand filled with heat
Slides from under my feet
Wind whips the rocks on the shoreline
Make sure bags packed in the car
With my clothes and my guitar
Drive till morning
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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2. |
Higher Card
03:52
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When you close your eyes
Does it all well up inside
Until you feel you're jumping into
The river and tied to your legs
Is the weight of your mistakes?
You open the door to let them go
But you can't force their fingers
A sound from the woods
Has you clutching at your bedclothes
As it blows in on the wind
It moans and it cries
Your name all night long
It keeps you from sleeping
Your imagination won't be told
That it's so irrational
Everything is closing in
Trapping you in the corner
You try to resist but sometimes
Temptation holds the higher card
And you stumble to your knees
Don't give in just hold on
You're out at sea
And the waves buffet like people
Unaware that you are
As lost as you seem
The cracks in the pavement
Offer to swallow you but...
You keep your head above
Treading water
Keeping it all to yourself
Hold on
While you've still got
Something to hold on to
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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3. |
Pavement Parade
03:50
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Got off the bus
Walked round the corner
We nearly walked
Right smack bang into each other
Every part of my body said
Pretend you don't recognise
The ghost from the past
Standing in front of me
We go to a café and sit by the window
Observing the street charade
The world through glass
Talked of our history
From the start to the present day
Wondered how it all
Seemed to just fall apart
Of the things we've done
And the places we're going
Of the desire that this distance
Should not happen again
We saw our aging faces in the sun
Squinting sideways
Reflections like phantoms
On the pavement parade
Now that I'm back home
I've time to reflect
On today and the time
That flew by like a jet
It feels like only yesterday
Though I know years have slid away
If I hadn't gone out today
We'd never have met
What if the bus had just arrived
A moment later
Would I have recognised your back
As you proceeded up the road?
I might have felt peculiar
I might have felt your presence
But that we'd nearly collided
I would never have known
I've walked with people who have run in the opposite direction
Ducked down an alley of fear of having nothing to say
Make a promise to myself
I'll never walk by again
And wonder if it really was
Who I thought it might be
Too many times been too shy
But in retrospect
Just been a player
In the pavement parade
We are all players
In the pavement parade
Everybody take your places
In the pavement parade
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Audrey Studios, Melbourne, Australia by Craig Pilkington
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4. |
Travel Sick
02:45
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There's a ship in the bay
It's been there for days
I wish that it would sail away
With me
The motion of the water
Makes the ship appear
It's moving forward
I can hear billowing sails
Feel the rise and fall of waves
Salty wind in my face
I don't feel so bright and gay
I feel somewhat out of place
(Keep up with the wind surfers pace)
I'm travel sick today
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Audrey Studios, Melbourne, Australia by Craig Pilkington
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5. |
Your Big Boots
05:03
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Sometimes
I wish I had your conviction
It's like I chase from pillar to post
I guess like everyone around
I'm just making it up as I go
I hit the nail on the head
And my finger with the hammer
Watched some of the plans that I had
Disappear in a black pool on the road
Things fall apart
It seems that all things
Must come to their knees
I'd like to follow your lead
But I think that your boots
Are a bit too big for me
Everything seems taken in your stride
You never seem one to fall apart
Things never seem to get you down
You just carry them on your shoulder
You face everything head on
But there must be times when you feel
Small and scared like everybody else
You seem to know
Just which path, leads where
And exactly where it is
That you're going
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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6. |
Gift
01:48
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You gave me a song that I could sing
I took it home, played it for days
Made me feel different inside
A kind of happy, sad thing
Feel it coursing through my veins
Catch a spark behind my eyes
Adrenaline fire burn
It's going to stay for such a long time
You gave this thing to me
I'm eternally grateful
Take it everywhere I go
I know I'm not the only one
That you touched with your song
A snatch of tune
Or a chorus line
Stuck in my head for days
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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7. |
Wave Dancer
02:35
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She will come and time will go
Right out the door as she walks in
The smell of the sea
And the fresh breeze following her
Through the town I follow her footsteps
Winding through
The rain drenched streets
Down the hill
And trailing on to the beach
Over the mackerel sand
With ebb and flow
Her sole prints vanish into the waves
So elegant she moves
Through the spume and spray
It's unimaginable
That she was not meant to be here
With open eyes I feel her presence
Disappearing into the day
I sometimes watch the waves
And await her return
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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8. |
Camel
02:40
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Sometimes I wish
You'd look on the bright side
Not everybody's trying
To get one over on you
It would appear
That there are two sides to every story
Not just the one you choose to believe
Not everything is done
Purposely for you
Sometimes people do stupid things
Without thought
I wish you'd stop
Taking everything so seriously
Reading too much into nothing at all
Don't push too hard
You might not like
What you find
Feeling like I have become
The man I tried to avoid
Crack, I heard it break
Don't overload
It may not mend
When it breaks
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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9. |
Ragdoll
04:23
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There's a ragdoll
Discarded in the middle of the road
She's seen better days
With her damp, diesel-stained face
With eyes of felt, she stares
Into the cold, clear winter sky
She's been left out in the rain
Forgotten and replaced
At times we all feel like the ragdoll
The traffic moving past, ignorant
No one hears the cries
Living in a silent life
She watches as the world
Passes her by with no acknowledgement
Her back's against the stone
She's cold, tired and alone
Left out in the cold
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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10. |
Melancholy
03:03
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I'm left standing all alone
Lonely in sea of faces
The sea that laps against the shore
Slowly eroding
The cliffs that stand stalwart
Against the beating of the tide
Are crumbling
Leaving vulnerable the child inside
Deny whole-heartedly to friends
But they say the eyes are windows
It's hard to draw curtains
That aren't there
If movement is cure
Then motion it must be
But motivation stands
Just out of reach
And taunting
"You can't catch me
I'm much too fast
You can't catch me
I'm always
Just out of reach"
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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11. |
Liar Liar
03:13
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Don't pull a face like that
The wind might change direction
And then you'll
Be stuck that way forever
Don't make up all those stories
Your nose will grow and grow
And no one will ever believe
A word that you say
Careful of the things that you say
Just one word out of place
Can bring walls
Tumbling to the ground
And get you a bad name
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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12. |
If I Was...
03:55
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If I was broken
Would you find the pieces
And put them together
If I had fallen
Would you hold me close
Till the pain disappeared
And if I was crying
Would you turn away
Or dry the tears
If I was in peril
Would you hold out your hand
And if I needed
Somebody to talk to
Would you be there
With a friendly word
And if I was lost
Would I find you
Hunting through the mist
To locate me
And if I was heading
Straight for the rocks
Would you be the beacon
Shining out through the night
Leading me safely back home
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Wired Studios, Reading, UK by Chris Britton
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13. |
Submerge
04:41
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Come lap you ocean
Around my ankles
Wash my soles clean
Tired and dusty the miles
Reaching
And when the deserts heart grows cold
And the fire no longer glows
Maybe it's time to go
Down
Take a hold now
Come over me
Bursting lungs
Dive deep
Holding for the break
Breathing
Song written by Wob
Song copyright © Wob, 2003
Recorded at Audrey Studios, Melbourne, Australia by Craig Pilkington
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