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TAKE HER DOWN (B. Deily)

Water falls to hold me up
Center of the sea
Someway that you'll never be

I wanna change but I don't know how
How can you let him touch you now?

Darkness folds to draw me out
Bottom of the sky
Drowning eyes they turn to die

Collector knows, forever lie
Acid in your throat, don't cry

Fire on the ocean go
Sun is sinking far below
Glowing cold but always gone
Numb and flashing off and on
Dying in your heart
Dying in your heart
Dying in your heart

Grab a hold and don't say when
Shattered on the floor
Trying not to lose it all

Your eyes like an iron wall
Waiting for the axe to fall

Fire on the ocean go
Sun is sinking far below
Glowing cold but always gone
Numb and flashing off and on
Dying in your heart
Dying in your heart
Dying in your heart

 

 


TENDERFOOT (T. Morgan/A. Young)


This is the place where I save face

This is the spot where I jump off
This is the part where I lose heart

Over the pain and I’m past the bleeding
It’s not the tracks, it’s where they’re leading

This is my best king carnivore
This is my scream, it’s just a dull roar
These are my hands I’ve shown you before

Over the pain and I’m past the bleeding
It’s not the tracks, it’s where they’re leading

Hasn’t been so bad, yet I’ll do it again
Error of my ways, maybe one of these days

It’s irrelevant
I’m an elephant
She’s a mouse

It’s irrelevant
I’m an elephant
She’s a mouse

 

 


(THE) DOOR (C. Brennan/E. Dando)

Baby when I think of all my yesterdays
When I dream about tomorrow
When I recount my joys
When I remember my sorrows

Sometimes a man’s gotta say what he's gotta say
I ain't hangin' around no more
Tonight I'm picking up my Samsonite
And I'm walking right out the door

You know there's been some good times babe
Sure there's been some bad times too
But the worst time is gonna be tonight
’Cause tonight I'm leaving you

Sometimes a man’s gotta say what he's gotta say
Even if it's real bad news
Tonight I'm walking out that door
And I'm making love to a bottle of booze

Don't try and track me down

 

 


THE GREAT BIG NO (E. Dando/T. Morgan)

Lover don’t turn your head
Just let me walk away
Thought I might have to say you’re asking the wrong guy

She wonders how
Thinks she knows now
She’ll be right
They always go
By the by
The great big no, great big no
Great big no, great big no

Is nothing okay with you?
Is nothing okay with me?
Is anything happening to have to go to sea?

He wonders why
The indigo guy
He’ll be right
They always go
By the by
The great big no, great big no
Great big no, great big no

Everyone knows everything
Everyone knows everything
Nobody, nobody has got no one to go to
The great big no, great big no
Great big no, great big no

Lover don’t turn your head
Lover don’t turn your head
Is nothing okay with you?

 

 


THE JELLO FUND (E. Dando)

 


THE OUTDOOR TYPE (T. Morgan)

Always had a roof above me
Always paid the rent
I never, set foot inside a tent
Couldn’t build a fire to save my life
I lied about being, the outdoor type

I’ve never slept out underneath the stars
Closest that I came to that was one time my car,
Broke down for an hour
In the suburbs, at night
I lied about being, the outdoor type

Too scared to let you know
I knew what you were looking for
Lied until I’d fit the bill
God bless the great indoors
I lied about being, the outdoor type
I’ve never owned a sleeping bag, let alone a mountain bike

I can’t go away with you on a rocking climbing weekend
What if something’s on TV and it’s never shown again
Just as well I’m not invited
I’m afraid of heights
I lied about being, the outdoor type

Never learned to swim
Can’t grow a beard or even fight
I lied about being, the outdoor type


THE TURNPIKE DOWN (E. Dando)

I’m lost in the see-through
Pane always needs a bath
Between a want and a need to

Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path

My country was of three
So why d’ya have to leave?
How’d this come have to pass

Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path

Mark my path, mark my path down
Mark my path, mark my path down
Mark my path, mark my path down
Mark my path, mark my path down

 

 


TWO WEEKS IN ANOTHER TOWN (B. Deily)

All the houses look the same to me
Dogs bark in the driveways
There's the garden I've seen before
Bright porch, dark doorway

Two weeks in another town
Wake me up when it's over, again
Night turns into morning
A walk in the spring rain

Climbing up to the attic
Smell the dust and the sunshine, again
You just said a mouthful
You can't take it with you, you know


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