The History Effect

by Tarmac Adam

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1.
Chalk On Slate (free) 02:39
On a day I didn't really know Time and place, it was just for show With my hand on the wheel, it's shaking A pedal with a mind of it's own A circus there a man is waiting With a job he says he's now vacating Trapeze, it wasn't really my thing But a caravan with time to sing in Walking Sunday Talking Monday Fall in my way Chalk on slate Travel with the wind today Thinking in an opposite way With my mind going back to forward Amusing though it is I can't say Not a literal sound I'm trying to make A strange's voice applying the brake With the ball on the end, it's swinging A chain is looking me in the face Walking Sunday Talking Monday Fall in my way Chalk on slate Caught on highways Lie down sideways Fall on my way Have to shout
2.
Bygones 04:01
When it's over And you start to fade Last chance, last rites Will be there be much left to say? What will be the question That decides my fate? Do I get home tonight Or do I join the eternity way? And go on and on and on As the moon follows the sun The man who was once was Let bygones be bygones I could have done it better I might have done it right I did the best considering A generation's might And how should I finish? How should I say goodbye? If nothing else, just thank you As a legacy decides To go on and on and on As the moon follows the sun The man who was once was Let bygones be bygones
3.
You As Me 03:37
If you were to replace me to know how I think If I was the washing water and you were the sink Hold me while I take all the grease and dirt from the plates Don't let me down the drain before I clean all this away Me as you and you as me Green as blue and she as he You talk it out, and I think it through You as me and me as you If I was to replace you and all things you say You'd hear it coming back at you - the tone, the color, the turn of phrase If I'm the canvas and you're the paint that never sticks We'll hang it anyway and find a frame to fit Me as you and you as me Green as blue and she as he You talk it out, I think it through You as me as me as you No judgement and no fear No tantrums and no tears Can we say we'll always be together?
4.
Leave 03:05
It's a sad thing One day she'll leave Take all the furniture and the keys But you'll wake up, sort of relieved But more likely, now incomplete Something lost is something gained Move too fast to avoid the same Relief when it comes never feels enough Ask for too much might avoid the shame So you move on, try to forget Friend to many, less for less The makeup hides, the distress Chance encounter, distant caress I'll be romantic, show that I care Let's be fantastic, let's be our best We'll do all the listening and show that we can I'll take what you give me, let's give our fair share
5.
Stand 04:25
Care about a broken land Fix it, how? With these two hands How to be an outstanding man? This solid ground is shifting sand Finding some good in the sad, in the mad A need or I should understand if I can Stand Tension builds, to then let go Thinking stops, just to flow Holding on, to what we know Ignorance finds a hold, won't let us grow Finding some good in the sad, in the mad A need, or should I understand if I can Find empathy a place in this battle plan To be rest assured if I'm not alone Who's left to stand with me? Stand In this waking dream
6.
So I started to run To sort out my right from wrong There's got to be a different way than this Way back when it began The history effect was strong With some choice I had it gave me too much to think I know I'll never want to let it go Without it all I'd never know how to know I'm giving it all back for free What I had to hold for you is not for me W'll place it all down so carefully Let's look at it a while let it be There are reasons a-plenty Still sometimes I feel I'm empty Of the things that gave me purpose and desire I don't need to be anything other Still trying hard to discover The missing parts that make it seem worthwhile Too earnest, I can't seem to let it go Without it all I'll never know Sometimes it comes back It tricks you, the disease It finds a way Impossible to please I'm holding ground Giving it back for free
7.
Seven Days 03:29
Tell you how right was wrong Tell you I won't be long Shall we forget the storm Tell me the black is gone Say how it's you and me Against the rest, against the sea The tide is now knee-deep My hand is out, is out to keep We were right, we were wrong In seven days, it's all forgotten Still we carry on We live and love and find a passion So now it's not the same The difference how, we've had to change The time for us to know Won't stop now, won't let go We were right, we were wrong In seven days it's all forgotten Still we carry on We live and love and find a passion The best days still yet to come Let's keep our time fair and determined Let's find between us the one Agree to agree we're just not perfect
8.
Waiting for the race to begin So I can chaase another lost sin An idea that I spoke It's stuck, I start to choke Following footsteps the wrong way But rhythm going backwards makes me think I must stay On track, it's somehow feeling meaningful Believe me, at the end of the day The best thing that I do is when I talk to you Before I go to sleep the last thing that I keep Somehow this feels serious, immediate, needs to be addressed Just maybe, just maybe it's ridiculous And maybe it's our ultimate content For me it's time to confess The best thing that I do is when I talk to you Before I go to sleep the last thing that I keep And when you cradle into me it's when I feel so completely If this is my last bliss I'm happy that I'm stuck with this
9.
Window Pane 04:32
Sitting alone in a back seat Watching it all go by Was it the wine or the conversation? Is there somewhere left to hide? Always stuck in the middle For better or for worse A privilege just to witness But how much was it worth? The house is built around a window pane Old man out the front mows the lawn again A woman in the kitchen looking for the blame Kids in the backyard trying to make a friend More than just an excuse For saying what you had to say It's more than you'd imagine These memories don't fade Stored up information Buried until one day A trigger, it hits like lightning The price, it hits like lightning The price, it's now we pay
10.
Slide down slowly, rise up fast Lie down lonely, don't stand up last Frantic looking, second glance Blind ambition, blind to chance Junk the house, hit the wall, get abstract Hitch a ride and never think of coming back Breathe for money, sing for laughs High and mighty, a happy chance Walk in shallow, swim in deep Climb up big trees, fall on feet Junk the house, hit the wall, get abstract Hitch a ride and never think of coming back Parts divide in gentle collapse Drift away, tears in rain, and fade to black Slide down slowly, rise up fast
11.
Old is the age Start to fold the last page Read it slow, read it late We'll debate the start date He just can't remember Nor can he just forget Somewhere between lies reason It's time he catches his breath So, when you're told Wen you feel, lose control When you know, will you show? Will there be a redemption? This time he will remember No need for him to forget Aware, a change of season It's time, the time to catch his breath Catch his breath
12.
Home 04:39
A suitcase of memories I carry around Some to be forgotten, some to be proud The weight of it all has me walking heavy on this ground Give me a place that I can call home The sun's getting low, the shadows grow long Leaving behind the right and the wrong A clean slate to draw, I reach for a thought but it's gone Give me a place that I can call home Home, somewhere that I call my own Somewhere I won't be alone Somewhere that I can belong Take me home The people who've gone, the people who've stayed The stories, the company, so much to say My favourite comfort arrives at the end of the day Give me a place that I can call home Home, somewhere that I call my own A place in the sun, take me home Somewhere that I can belong Hang the pictures of all that's gone before I'll miss them, when all is said and done At day's end I'm happy just to be in my home Somewhere that I call my own A place in the sun, take me home Somewhere that I can belong A table that's set for more that one No need to hide, no need to run Take my hat off to everyone Finally home

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released January 1, 2013

Peformed by
Matt O'Donnell - Lead & Backing Vocals / Guitars / Keyboards / Trumpet
Steve Paix - Keyboards / Saxophones / String Arrangements / Backing Vocals
Nick Seymour - Bass / Keyboard
Reuben Alexander - Drums
Josh Barber - Percussion

Written by
Matt O'Donnell & Steve Paix
(& Joe O'Donnell - Track 10)

Produced & Recorded by
Matt & Steve at STC, Melbourne, Australia

Drums recorded by Greg O'Shea at Sing Sing South, Melbourne, Australia

Mixed by
Rob Feaster at Quad Studios, Nashville
Assisted by Jarod Snowden & Brett Lind

Mastered by
Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound, New York

Design & layout by
Milo & Co - miloandco.com.au

Guests
Sean McVitty - Guitar - Tracks 5/7/8/11
Maddy Hay - Vocal - Track 3
Rose O'Donnell - Backing Vocals - Tracks 1/7
Lewis O'Donnell - Keyboard - Track 1
Tony Lofts - Brass, Back Vocals - Tracks 2/4/6/7
Artie Jones - Saxophone, Backing Vocals - Tracks 2/4/6/7
Liz Molina - Djembe - Track 10
Michael Burrows - Backing Vocals - Track 7

Thank You
Debra, Rose & Lewis, Melissa Campbell, Liz Molina, Rob & Karen Feaster, Phil Nanscawen, Henri Grawe, Joe O'Donnell, Stuart Duncan, Jess Nichol, Rachel Miles, Kevin Sutter, Mark Greenwood

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Tarmac Adam is the studio creation of Melbourne, Australia-based songwriter Matt O’Donnell and co-conspirator, multi-instrumentalist Steve Paix.

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