Sunday, October 13, 2024

Somewhere I'm supposed to be

SOMEWHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE (E A D G B E)

 Tonight it feels like everyone is singing at me.

Tonight it feels like there’s somewhere I’m supposed to be.

 

Tonight it feels like I’m only getting further away.

Tonight it feels like everything’s a little bit strange

The record only wants to play. It’s always got the same thing to say.

 

And everyone keeps singing at me. Do they know what I really need?

 

Hold on to what was only every going to be yours.

Let go of what’s not contributing anything to your cause.

Don’t wait for anybody’s applause.

They only do it out of obligation anyway.

 

I am and you are, don’t you know? Don’t it show. Oh, I don’t know.

It is, it isn’t, isn’t it? Is this not how you thought things would go down?

 

Tonight it feels like everyone is singing at me.

And tonight it feels like there’s somewhere I’m supposed to be.

Somewhere I’m supposed to be.

Somewhere I’m supposed to be. Somewhere I’m supposed to be. I don’t ever want to leave.

It’s somewhere I’m supposed to be.

Now I'm falling down

NOW I’M FALLING DOWN (E A D G B E)

 Under pine trees, watch the bluebirds. They’re singing songs you’ve heard before. The dark blue sky is slowing lifting. It shows a path you know.

Through the grass you’re slowly walking. Your heart beats strong with every step. The hairs on your arms softly blowing as the breeze kisses your neck.

I waited so long I forgot how to watch the stars come out. I got so stuck I thought I was alright but now I’m falling down. Now I’m falling down.

 

Underwater everything hears you. You break the surface and laugh out loud. Your shoulders glimmer in the moonlight. The rocks are wet and cool.

Lying on the grass you count the stars as they spin round your head. In the distance you hear thunder as a bright light fills the sky.

I felt so sure I’m sure now I was only spinning round. I climbed a mountain, forgot how I found it, and now I’m falling down. Now I’m falling down. Now I’m falling down.

 

Now I’m falling down.

Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Freedom put a cage round my heart

FREEDOM PUT A CAGE ROUND MY HEART (E A D F C D, capo 2)

Freedom put a cage round my heart. Put a big old fence round my backyard. Put a floodlight in the pitch-black dark. Freedom put a cage round my heart.

 

Freedom put a hole in the sky. Put a chain and a lock round my pushbike. Put a hospital in the middle of a drone strike. Freedom put a hole in the sky.

 

As tears run like rivers down your cheek. The world keeps turning under your feet.

All the food’s gone bad that you wanted to eat. The air is polluted and the water ain’t clean.

 

Freedom put a cage round my heart. Put a big old fence round my backyard. Put a floodlight in the pitch black dark. Freedom put a cage round my heart.

Freedom put a cage round my heart.

Freedom put a cage round my heart.

Freedom put a cage round my heart.

Freedom put my heart in a cage

FREEDOM PUT MY HEART IN A CAGE (E A D F C D)

I know it is not real because they talk about it all the time.

And really would you want to stay when that’s all they’ve got to say? Maybe we should take a walk and listen to the magpies talk. It might make a little more sense.

 

A baby bird flew through my window and perched atop my teacup and started drinking up all my worries.

And my eyes started to glow. She sang me a song real slow. The wind turned and blew down the street. We spread our wings and flew east. And I smelt the flowers in bloom. Jasmine in the air like balloons. The world turning under our feet. Rivers run like tears down your cheek.

 

He said: Why aren’t your songs any longer?

I said: They would be if I knew what to say.

I asked him: Where did you go? Why’d you leave me all alone?

He said: You know I wanted to stay but something strong was pulling me away.

Freedom put my heart in a cage.

Freedom put my heart in a cage.

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Smallsong

SMALLSONG (D G D G B E, capo 2)

If I could write a small song it would go on forever.

If I could write a small song it would be enough.

If I could write a small song we’d sit in the sun all day.

If I could write a small song it wouldn’t sound anything like this.

Waiting for my boy to come back to me

WAITING FOR MY BOY TO COME BACK TO ME (E A D G B E, capo 1) When will my boy come back to me? I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to sleep. ...