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Water in Wine
03:41
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Water in Wine
Sometimes we don’t understand
Still waters that run deep
Like a book with picture pages
Where the thoughts are yours to keep
So you think you think the same
But never say the things I say
I feel I’m turning in circles
But don’t want to come around
So pour me all over
But drown in my water
‘Cause I can’t draw the line
It feels like it’s compromise
So pour me all over
But drown in my water
‘Cause I can’t draw the line
I feel like water in wine
One of these days could be one of those days
Where we don’t say what we ought to say
can’t read between the lines of the page
If we’re not meeting each other half way
So pour me all over
But drown in my water
‘Cause I can’t draw the line
It feels like it’s compromise
So pour me all over
But drown in my water
‘Cause I can’t draw the line
I feel like water in wine
I feel I’m turning in circles
But don’t want to come around
So Pour me all over
But Drown in my water
‘Cause I can’t draw the line
It feels like it’s compromise
So Pour me all over
But Drown in my water
‘Cause I can’t draw the line
I feel like water in wine
© W.Kenbeek/P.Albone
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Gone Fishing
04:11
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Gone Fishing
I can't wait to see your face
The first time that you see
Someone else is driving
Your funky red MG
And I'd love to watch your eyes
When you see a certain 'she'
Is the driver, and she bought your car
From none other than me
You'll be amazed at what she paid
For your car ... such a steal
Well, you shouldn't have put it in my name
In that tax avoidance deal
And you shouldn't have just left it here
When you said you had to go
A fraction of its value?
Well,….how was I to know?
It’s a sweet sweet thing
When you call me on the phone
And I play back your message saying
You want those things you own
But It's a sweet sweet thing
To give what I don't need
A little lure of vengeance
hooks the big fish of greed
Your Armani suits sit proudly
In some second hand store
I'd tell you where it is
But can’t remember any more
And you can claim back your speakers
And that big expensive amp
From the neighbour who hates you
You know - the kickboxing champ?
You smugly made me pay
In your ugly little way
When you told me you were leaving
And I was begging you to stay
But the lure was too tempting
The line was too strong
The fish may be taking
The bait before too long
Its a sweet sweet thing
When you're knocking on my door
And I pay you no attention
To even up the score
It's a sweet sweet thing
To see the mess you're in
Thanks for the loan
You should have changed your PIN
Yes it hurt when you called me names
It hurt when you weren’t fair
And it hurt when you'd come home
Smelling of perfume I don’t wear
And it hurt when you met her
Then left me on my own
But it felt so good in so many ways
When she dropped you like a stone
Its a sweet sweet thing
From your head to your toes
Your feat was survival
It comes, then it goes
But It's a sweet sweet thing
To give away what I don't need
A little lure of vengeance caught
A big fish indeed
© Sampson/Kenbeek/Albone
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Taste of Danger
03:24
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Taste of Danger
I’m still chasing cars
Playing in the undertow
Barking at the stars, wondering where you are
Better that I'll never know
I still play with fire
Hoping that I might get burned
Toying with desire, teasing to the wire
Thinking that I'll never learn
Some things I earn, some things I steal
There's an angel on my shoulder
But the devil's got the wheel I toe the line, but then I fall
Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all
Standing on a ledge
Don't you know I want to jump
Not that I would give my desire to live
I just want to try it once
I just wanna know
What it is to make the leap
How the wind would blow, how fast I could go
Who would pray my soul to keep
Some things I earn, some things I steal
There's an angel on my shoulder
But the devil's got the wheel
I toe the line, but then I fall
Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all
It all comes down to this
There's a million souls out there
Dying for a wish, longing for a kiss
Searching for someone to care
On any given day
You can hear their songs and cries
Kneeling down to pray, wishing they could say
They had never compromised
Some things I earn, some things I steal
There's an angel on my shoulder
But the devil's got the wheel
I toe the line, but then I fall
Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all
Some things I steal
Most things I earn
The angel's getting older
But the devil never learns
Most days i'm fine, some days I fall
Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all
Danger most of all.
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4. |
Monday Mornings in May
03:30
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Monday Mornings in May
You read the paper, watch the news
Radio’s playing Sunday blues
There’s still so much you want to do
Before you leave this place
It’s your legacy of honesty
Which leads me to believe
How lucky I am,
'Cause you said ‘till we meet again
But until then…
We’ll eat ice cream on winter days
Laugh at silly jokes you make
Feel your strong embrace
Can I freeze frame today
But Monday morning in May
Will never be the same
Wish I could keep you here
But you could not stay
Monday morning in May
Salty taste on my face
Your blue eyes on a blue, blue day
Fade away, on that morning in May
And now there ain't no
Ice cream on winter days (like you used to)
Laugh at silly jokes you make
Feel your warm embrace
Get me out of this frame
Now days roll into other days
And memories now take your place
Thoughts of you still come in waves
Feels like I drown some days
Like that morning in May
Monday mornings in May
Monday mornings
© W.Kenbeek
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5. |
Borders
04:46
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Borders
Just rubble build on rocks and weed
To the west and aqua see
Desert sands surround this place
Sands of time are hard to face
I’m just like you if you care to ask
But you stay true to a given task
When we’re gone who’ll tell our tales
Then who’ll care if all else fails
Born between the sea and sands
Strong winds blow across this land
Great minds decided history
Gave no thought to what might be
Build from books of inspiring thoughts
Views of men, or higher courts
Lines on the map are neat and thin
Borders in the sand get trampled in
One thing I am sure about
People of a cause show no doubt
Borders drawn to start it all
Borders blown, the peace will fall
Pride is just a kindling wood
Then raw emotion fans the mood
Other they just talk their talk
And don’t intend to walk the walk
Strength in arms and strength in peace
The undecided seek release
If I go, or If I stay
There’s still some border not far away
© A.Gentle/P.Albone
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6. |
Waiting for the Cat
03:58
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Waiting for the Cat
The moment you arrive I feel it
Show you the door
When I see your backbone receding
I want you just a little bit more
Thought I had a noose around my neck
Thought I had shoes made of stone
It's four in the morning and I’m wide-awake, yawning
Waiting for the cat to come home
I don’t know where she goes to
Not sure if she’s coming back
Maybe there’s a tiger in her tank
Maybe she runs with the pack
I don’t know how lucky I am
Always something more
She pounced while I cat-napped
Impaled on the tip of her claw
Last night’s dinner’s congealed on the wall
Breakfast’s in a bowl on the floor
Every sound’s a key - turning the night
Burning a hole in the door
Grass is always greener
Easier to be alone
Next-door’s dog is just a little bit meaner
Waiting for the cat to come home
I don’t know where she comes from
Not sure if she’s under attack
Maybe there’s a goldfish in her bowl
Maybe there’s a monkey on her back
I don’t know how lucky I am
Not sure if I even care
All I know is I spend each night
Wide awake on this kitchen chair
I like a lot of cats on my hot tin
I’m never satisfied
Keeps me grinning like some Cheshire lunatic
Categorically denied
I think I’ll fly to Paris
Think I’m going to fly to Rome
I’d rather fly to Kathmandu, man
I’m waiting for the cat to come home
I’d like to say what I really feel
But something’s got my tongue
Catatonic me, catastrophic you
Something went wrong
Grass is always longer
Easier to be alone
Everything I do is just a little bit wronger
Waiting for the cat to come home
Waiting for the cat to come home
Waiting for the cat to come
Waiting for the cat to come… Home
© G.Sampson
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7. |
Keep it to Yourself
03:53
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KEEP IT TO YOURSELF
YOU SAY YOU’D LIKE TO KILL THE MAN
WHO BROKE MY HEART
YOU DON’T THINK HE SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO LIVE
YOU SAY YOU WANT TO SHOOT THE DUDE
WHO SCREWED ME UP
ME, I’M TRYING SO HARD TO FORGIVE
BUT HERE’S HIS ADDRESS, HERE’S HIS PICTURE
HERE’S THE MAKE AND MODEL OF HIS CAR
HE WORKS UNTIL 4:30
THEN HE HANGS OUT AT THE TOPLESS BAR
WITH A GIRL ON EACH ARM
IF HE SHOULD COME TO HARM
JUST KEEP IT TO YOURSELF
REMEMBER HOW HE CHEATED
AND HE LIED TO ME
YOU TOLD ME THAT IT MAKES YOU LOSE YOUR HEAD
I SEE THEY’RE POURING CONCRETE
ON ROUTE 33
I DON’T BELIEVE YOU’D DO THOSE THINGS YOU SAID
BUT HERE’S HIS ADDRESS, HERE’S HIS PICTURE
HERE’S HIS PAGER NUMBER AND HIS CELL
HE WORKS OUT AT THE HEALTH CLUB
AND HE REALLY LIKES TO WATCH HIMSELF
FLEXING IN THE MIRROR
IF HE SHOULD DISAPPEAR
JUST KEEP IT TO YOURSELF
I LIKE THE WAY THAT YOU TAKE CARE OF ME
I LIKE THE WAY THAT YOU SAY THAT YOU’LL TAKE CARE OF
THINGS
SO HERE’S HIS ADDRESS, HERE’S HIS PICTURE
HERE’S THE MAKE AND MODEL OF HIS CAR
HE WORKS UNTIL 4:30
THEN HE HANGS OUT AT THE TOPLESS BAR
WITH A GIRL ON EACH ARM
IF HE SHOULD BUY THE FARM
JUST KEEP IT TO YOURSELF
KEEP IT TO YOURSELF
KEEP IT TO YOURSELF
B.Demain/A.Rigby
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8. |
Different to You
04:52
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Different to You
You can pick my background
by the colour of my skin
You can tell if I've drunk to much
by the state I'm in
You can tell if I'm rich or poor
By the clothes you see me wear
Well you might not approve
If you hear me swear
I don't care what you think of me
I don't care what you do
I'm not crazy
I'm just different to you
You can tell where I've come from
By the way that I talk
You presume to know what I believe
From the institutions into which I walk
You might like to judge me
By the things you see me do
You think that's who I am
But I've got some news for you
I don't care what you think of me
I don't care what you do
I'm not crazy
I'm just different to you
You think you can punish me
By calling me names
Well, you need to know
I'm immune to your little games
You think that's all there is
This surface you see
If you're not prepared to talk
Then you'll never know a thing about me
I don't care what you think of me
I don't care what you do
I'm not crazy
I'm just different to you
You can pick my background
by the colour of my skin
You can tell if I've drunk to much
by the state I'm in
You say that you know me
But are you so sure
With your mind closed
You'll only find what you're looking for
I don't care what you think of me
I don't care what you do
I'm not crazy
I'm just different to you
© G.Sampson
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Interestingly
02:47
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Interestingly
I did a double take at the Jackson party
Since when did you- become so arty
You started talking to me
You said you made me feel like I was in the room
When I really didn’t know what to do with myself
And everybody else there as well
It’s not impossible, just highly improbable
I look but I cannot see
‘cause what I like is always further
Than what’s just inside of me
Interestingly
Just a hey and a smile before you rolled away
Made me feel like I could stay and be okay
Everything is getting clear
We usually find what we’re looking for
When we stop looking at the cracks in the floor
‘Cause it ain’t there at all
It’s not impossible, just highly improbable
Can’t seem to see what I need to see
‘cause what I like is always further
Than what’s just inside of me
It don’t have to be
© W.Kenbeek/P.Albone
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Art of Happiness
04:45
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Art of Happiness
The scent of cinnamon and spice, travel through my wandering mind
A trail of sweet delights
And the people I’ve met, spark a beautiful light
On that warm summers night
So I’m wearing your necklace tonight, as tonight I’ll be thinking of you
your kindness so true
How could I forget, such beautiful people
(Like Mouna and Sineb)
It’s the art of happiness
These beautiful people have
They give more than what they get
It’s the art of happiness
These beautiful people have
They give more than what they get
Now we sit down near the waterfront, our tables are not far apart
As we’re basking in the tapas bar
The wine kept on flowing, and conversations were joined
On how their ship sailed in
They say goodbye, we’ve had a ball, they say, we say, give us a call
And leaving much later
Our dinner was paid for. Memories of Barcelona
(And Tony and Manuela)
Under that Tuscan setting sun, the flavours of simplicity
Remind me how it used to be
Of stirring and storing, and grappa-soaked stories
When the harvest comes in, like their fathers and fathers have done
Till the fields are a ’glowing, in the autumn setting sun
In Bella Val D’Orcia, the rat race’s overcome
At Cretaiole e Pienza
(And Carlo and Isabella)
It’s the art of happiness
It's what beautiful people have
They give more than what they get
It’s the art of happiness
It's what beautiful people have
They give more than what they get
© W.Kenbeek/ P.Albone
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11. |
Purpose and Will
04:20
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Purpose and Will
You rough up my hair
In the midst of autumn when
All should be calm and still
You find me there
And when I’m unaware
You wrap right around me
And you move through the trees
Like a whisper
On a breeze to my will
And you move me
Like a whisper
On a breeze
Like you move the sea
And it rolls right along
Eventually, reaching me
Down at my feet
The sand weakening
From underneath
And you keep me searching for
Higher ground
Moving around
Keeping me from standing still
To never give up
To never look down
Not drifting around
Without purpose or will
Though your heart is still
You give me purpose and will
Though your heart is still
You light up my sky
In the darkest of night
Even black can be bright
And you remind me
To always go left
Where others go right
And you keep me searching for
Higher grounds
Moving around
You’re keeping me from standing still
And to never give up
And to never look down
Not drifting around
(Keep me from drifting around)
Without purpose or will
Though your heart is still
You give me purpose and will
Though your heart is still
© W.Kenbeek
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Blue Windows Melbourne, Australia
Blue Windows is an original indie modern folk band based in Melbourne and Geelong
region.
We play modern folk, spiced up with a dash of blues & roots, a teaspoon of country and a drizzle of jazz.
We write and play our own songs with re-imaginings of a few of our favourite songs with a refreshing Blue Windows twist.
We love playing at festivals, wineries, weddings and music venues.
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