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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
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Bygones
04:01
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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
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You As Me
03:37
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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?
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Leave
03:05
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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
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Stand
04:25
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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
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6. |
Giving It Back
03:45
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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
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Seven Days
03:29
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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
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8. |
Stuck With This
04:08
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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
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Window Pane
04:32
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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
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Slide Down Slowly
03:48
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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
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Catch His Breath
02:55
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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
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Home
04:39
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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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Tarmac Adam Melbourne, Australia
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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