WE SHOULD GO FOR A WALK
THIS WEEK (D A D G B E, capo 1)
We should go for a walk
this week. The rain will do us good. I haven’t been out in a little while and I
haven’t seen much of you.
I’ll pick you up if you’re
keen. Early but not too early. I want to go somewhere I haven’t been. I want to
follow a path I don’t know.
Let me know what day
suits you best. I’m pretty much free all the time. I’m getting a haircut
tomorrow but other than that I’m easy.
And we can just wander
for hours and talk about serious things that might sound silly to anyone else
but oh well.
Where we go from here doesn’t
matter as long as we go. Follow the river that’s clear. If it’s true then you’ll
know.
Let’s go for a walk this
week. If it’s raining I really don’t mind. And it probably won’t rain that much
anyway. It might be slippery. It might be muddy. It might be windy. But we’ll
be fine.
Guests arrive and guests
depart. The rain is falling fiercely. But no one really gets that far. It’s
cold and it is windy. Call the old the man over the fence. Call the mountain. He
was right again.
And I don’t know why but I
wanted to cry when I read the words “better stay centred”.
And I haven’t been centred
of late. Things seem to be getting away from me. But now I see the centre is
empty.
Flowers scatter tears.
Through a river so clear. I’m looking out for you as the fish swim underneath.
As the stones pass by. As
you sink into the night. Who can hold the stars and keep their light alive?
As we finally arrive. You’ve
been here the whole time. We finally arrive and you’ve been here the whole time.
Flowers make waves. Make wind,
make ghosts. Maybe I’m too far away. Maybe I’m too close. May every fish swim. As
the leaves fall from the sky. May every moment last. May every moment die.
May every bird fly. As the
leaves fall from the sky. I can see it in your eye. I can see it in your eye.
Flowers scatter tears.
Through a river so clear. I’m looking out for you and it’s like you’re right
here. Like you’ve been right here all along. Like the end of a song. But it
never really ends because you always sing along.
And the river’s so clear.
It’s like you’re right here. The river’s so clear. It’s like you’re right here.
As the flowers scatters
and the river’s so clear. It’s like you’re right and the river’s so clear. As the
flowers scatter tears and the river’s so clear. It’s like you’re right here as
the flowers scatter tears.
SOME THINGS YOU JUST
DON’T NEED TO KNOW (E A D G B E)
Some things you just
don’t need to know. Sometimes you just gotta let it go. When there’s a feeling deep
inside your bones. There are some things you don’t need to know.
You can look all day. You
can cry all night. You can run away. You can start a fight. You can punch a
wall. You can pull your hair out. But it won’t do you no good.
Sometimes you just gotta
let it go. And there are some things you don’t need to know.
You just don’t need to
know.
You can point the blame.
You can have a sook. You can try to explain. You could write a book. You can
ask politely for a closer look. You can beg and kick and scream.
But some things you just
don’t need to know. Sometimes you just gotta let it go.
I NEVER THOUGHT WE WOULD
LEAVE (E A D G B E, capo 4)
I think we might be
outgrowing this place. Suddenly the windows aren’t big enough. And it’s
strange; you don’t look any taller to me. It’s strange — I never thought we
would leave.
I think we might be
outgrowing ourselves. I think we might be already on our way. But it’s strange;
you look just the same to me. It’s strange — the sky is clear suddenly.
Set your heart right. Set
your heart right. Set your heart right. Get on your bike. Watch the sunrise.
See the blue sky. This is all night. We are all day. It’s a slow climb. Let it
take time. Set your heart right.
Everyone except me has
bad breath. And I am the only who’s upset.
Everyone except me is dying.
And I’m the only one who cares.
Who are these strangers
in my backyard? They don’t need to leave, I just want to know who they are.
Who are these children? Do they know me? Why won’t they let me sleep?
Something inside these songs
takes care of me though I don’t know what it is.
I don’t know why. I don’t
know how. And I don’t need to.
When I sit down I get
closer to something and we’re strangely connected.
I love my guitar and I love
the backyard and I love the sky and I love the grass and I only ask for one
thing.
I’ve got scratchy eyes. I
can’t concentrate. I didn’t sleep much last night. I don’t feel so great. And I
slept in way too late. Now everything’s askew. I don’t know where to go. And I don’t
know what to do.
Everything feels too
close. But I feel so far away. I want to use my voice. But I don’t know what to
say. And I’ve got to go to the shops. But I don’t know what I’ll cook. I want
to see something true. But I don’t know where to look.
I’ve got dirty hands. And
I want to chew my nails. I don’t want to be stuck here. But I don’t want to go
off the rails. And I think I’ve been scared to fail. But I didn’t realise. I think
I’m going to be ok. I think I’m just a little tired.
Perfect songs are not
true. Don’t get stuck on a point of view. Everybody loves you.
I don’t know why I yelled
at you. Even though it was years ago. I think about it all the time.
And we never talked about
it. I don’t know if we even should. But I’m writing a song about it so it feels
we probably should.
Perfect songs are not
true. Don’t get stuck on a point of view. Everybody loves you.
I could sit here all day.
I really mean it. But there’s a dirty bathroom and I’ve got to clean it.
And if I want to buy the
new Jeff Parker record then I’ve got to find a way to make some money and it
would be nice to pay for dinner and flowers and not have to take money out of
my savings.
Perfect songs are not
true. Don’t get stuck on a point of view. Everybody loves you.
And now we’re going to
have a baby. And I think I can be a good dad. But I don’t really know what that
means.
Because I really want to
be around. And we’ve come this far without me having a real job. But we live in
a shack with a hole in the roof.
Perfect songs are not
true. Don’t get stuck on a point of view. Everybody loves you.
And I won’t pretend I
know what to do. Or what the best thing is for you. But everybody loves you.
Everybody loves you. Everybody will love you.