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by Wob

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1.
Till Morning 03:31
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
2.
Higher Card 03:52
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
3.
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
4.
Travel Sick 02:45
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
5.
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
6.
Gift 01:48
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
7.
Wave Dancer 02:35
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
8.
Camel 02:40
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
9.
Ragdoll 04:23
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
10.
Melancholy 03:03
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
11.
Liar Liar 03:13
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
12.
If I Was... 03:55
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
13.
Submerge 04:41
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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released July 20, 2003

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