1. |
In my way
03:41
|
|||
|
You get in my way in the kitchen
In front of the stove and the fridge
In the doorway and by the sink
In front of the cupboard where the plates are kept
And everywhere I move I have to displace you
And then you relocate to the next place that I’m headed to
And it’s been so good since you walked in
And I can hardly wait for you to get in my way again
Chorus
So get in my way
Please get in my way
I love it when you interrupt my day
Cause when you’re in my way
It feels so right
So come on come on and interrupt my life
You’re unpredictable and gorgeous the way you cover the floor
And every square inch ya cover I love ya more
I’m peering over my cookbook but it’s all pretend (cause what I’m really doin’)
Is praying you’ll get in my way again
Chorus
You get in my way and it makes us laugh
You touch my waist I touch your shoulder as we pass
Well I am cooking and you watch me cook
I lift up the frying pan lid and you take a look
And the rice is ready and the pappadums are cooked
The timing is perfect and life is good
And the music is cool
And the wine settles in
And my heart is smiling
Cause you’re in my way
Again
|
||||
2. |
Bondi sand
03:34
|
|||
|
Went down this morning shivering and aching.
Sat on the rocks and I watched the sunrise.
A tapestry of footprints on the canvas tells the story
Of the folks who jog, the lawless dogs
And the lovers in love on
Bondi sand
And the sunlight hits the land
And I finally stand.
And I go back to my home.
And sleep again.
Out past the breakers where the brave boys tread the water
I let the waves throw me around
And up at the pavilion the tourist buses roll in
And it’s camera’s clicked and ice creams licked
And doggy bags of
Bondi sand
And they take them to another land
And they show them to their friends
And it’s oh so clean and bright
Isn’t it?
Well everyone is choosing from a hundred different ice creams.
And the beach boys and bunnies are dying to be brown.
Here come the skateboards and the big baggy shorted boys
Past they go and I’m walking slow and between my toes I feel
Bondi sand
And the shadows hit the land
And I meet up with my friends
In a Bondi street café
And we’re talking
And laughing
We’re just little grains of Sand
Bondi sand
|
||||
3. |
Dream girl
03:17
|
|||
|
Dream Girl. I met you in my dreams.
You’re beautiful. As beautiful can be.
You’re so young and you’re so free. Ah dream girl…
Baby.
Together we lay our bodies down.
You sang to me. It was the sweetest sound.
The angels came over and we all just hung around oh but
Dream girl…
I’ve got a real girl now.
Chorus
Dream girl [you’re the girl of my dreams]
Dream girl [but you’re not want you seem]
Dream girl [now it’s time to get real]
Get Real
This real girl she’s not as lovely as you.
She’s got a dark side.
She loves to argue.
She burps and she farts she’s got bad breath sometimes too.
She’s not perfect, like you. but you see
I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to become flesh
I’ve been waiting and waiting but you haven’t showed up yet.
We’ve got a good thing going babe but it’s only in dreams
And there’s a real world out there and I want to live in it.
Chorus
This real girl she fully challenges me.
She calls me to be the man she needs me to be
She won’t stand for my bullshit. She sees through my disguise.
It’s like a game of hide and seek only there’s nowhere to hide.
This real girl and me we don’t always get along.
Sometimes it feels right, sometimes it feels wrong.
But every now and then I look in to her face
And I see you there dream girl.
With all your beauty and grace.
Chorus
|
||||
4. |
Umbrella winter
03:15
|
|||
|
Disposable umbrellas are drowning in the gutters.
The city bins are overflowin’.
Flimsy little creatures, naked in the puddles.
Wire bones and skin of nylon.
And all over town
buses are driving umbrellas and brief cases around.
Brief cases go home
but from umbrellas people just walk away.
There’s Mary Poppins she’s flying above us.
I bet that she’s getting quite wet up there.
It’s umbrella winter the boys have got black ones.
The girls have all kinds of colours.
And all over town
umbrellas are studied and chosen by natural selection.
The strong ones are passed on
and the weak ones are left behind.
It’s umbrella winter my shoes they are squelching.
I should have worn the ones without the holes.
The trains they are resting the buses are empty.
The hour of rushing is over.
And all over town
the rain it is pissing down.
It’s raining in buckets.
It’s lucky I’ve got my umbrella with me.
Cats and dogs…
It’s lucky I’ve got my umbrella with me.
|
||||
5. |
The bitching
03:38
|
|||
|
If I start dissin’ you, please don’t be offended.
It’s just a habit and it makes me feel good.
If I take the piss out of you well, it’s nothing personal.
It’s just a hunger that I need to feed.
I go to a party with all my friends.
We bitch our little hearts out in sweet revenge. You see,
I got this anger and nowhere to throw it.
And you look so together and you look like you know it.
Chorus
I try to squash these feelings down.
But sometimes they won’t be denied.
I could protest when the bitching comes around.
But then I’d be called a hippie and I’d be crucified.
So I just bitch.
That’s what I do, I bitch.
Just like you I bitch.
Come on come on come on come on let’s all bitch.
I love the feeling of importance that I get
when I make some cynical remark.
I demonstrate my intellect and my great inner strength
by ripping someone else’s dreams apart.
I got this feeling that it’s kind of wrong.
But oh the short term satisfaction.
And it really makes me feel like I belong.
And like I’ve done something without taking action.
Chorus
Are you ready? Here we go:
Well she said this and he did that. Did you see her dress? It makes her look fat.
She did him and he did her and that’s not all it gets worse.
Let’s rip her to bits let put him down. Come on it’s the easiest game in town. Did
you see that film? I just can’t believe, he’s the worst actor I’ve ever seen. He
used to be good ‘til he got all the fame. The same thing happened to what’s his
name? I just can’t believe. It just goes to show. It was on the cards. You know I
told you so. It’s the government. It’s the gst. I just love to bitch come on join me
let’s bitch.
Chorus
|
||||
6. |
The jumper song
03:58
|
|||
|
I was cold so she lent me her jumper.
And I have worn it every day since then.
It smells like her and it is so warm.
And like she says, it looks good on me and I look good in it.
And I don’t want to give it back.
And I think she’d be happy with that.
Just as long as she could hold it some times… While I’m in it.
Chorus
Love that jumper it keeps me warm
Love that jumper shelter from the storm
Love that jumper I want to get it on
Love that jumper this is the one
It was quiet there in her room.
And the party raged through the rest of the house.
And as we talked about the posters on her walls
people kept comin in and goin out to get their coats and hats and say goodbye.
On the floor she stood on the bed I sat.
I got cold and I told her that
Well she knew just what to do… Out came the jumper.
Chorus
And now here comes the interesting part.
I pulled the jumper on over my beating heart.
And then I felt her lips against my neck.
Pressin in, movin up. Oh, so soft and warm and wet.
And as the morning came.
I drove myself away.
And I’d like to say that’s that… But I’ve still got the jumper.
And I want her as much as I don’t.
And I want to see her again but I probably won’t.
Cause a jumper like that I could keep forever and a day
but when it comes to love; I just seem to throw it away.
Chorus
Near perfect form
Colours true and strong
Feel it on my skin
As soft as they come
The only thing that’s wrong
Is my arms are too long
They keep my distance from
Just about everyone
But in the light of the dawn
May I be reborn
As a love so strong
That goes on and on
|
||||
7. |
It doesn't matter
03:46
|
|||
|
I had some things to do so I did ‘em and I did ‘em.
I was doin’ and doin’ and doin’ and doin’ and the list just kept getting bigger.
I got so worried. I felt so shattered.
I started believing that it mattered.
I had some things to figure out so I figured and I figured.
I thought that might cure my doubt but it just got thicker.
I want to shrink my brain but it just get’s fatter.
Feeding from the giant pile of things that I think matter.
Chorus
But they don’t matter. They don’t matter no no no
They don’t matter. They don’t matter no
They don’t matter. They don’t matter no.
They don’t matter. They don’t matter
I rushed around all day.
Trying to succeed.
Things didn’t go my way.
I didn’t get what I need.
Things didn’t go to plan.
I didn’t turn into superman
And nothing got resolved.
At all.
So I turned into a tiny ball of fury.
I sent myself to hell I was my own judge and jury.
Poor me. Broken and battered.
Caught up with believing that all this bullshit matters.
Chorus
And now I’ve upset you. Are you angry?
Am I the bad guy now? Don’t you like me?
Should I have listened To your stupid chatter?
Should I have pretended that you’re obsessions matter?
Well, how can I put this?
Chorus
|
||||
8. |
Farewell
04:08
|
|||
|
Today I swear I actually got excited.
I really felt quite good about my life.
There was a rush of optimism and a smile.
And it lasted for a whole little while.
I dreamt about you all through the morning.
I woke up and I found some things to do.
I did not think of you for an hour or two.
And that felt good and sad and new.
I’ve been going down to the water.
Trying to get some stillness into my mind.
I dive into the memory of our time
And then I lie down in the sun to dry.
I’m doing so well at letting go.
I get an A plus and a gold star.
I removed your number from my number one speed dial.
I got a hair cut and a new coat. Hello autumn.
Daylight saving finished today.
It’s always a little sad to see it go.
And I know it’s not the end of the world.
It’s just a little darker and I’ve always felt the cold.
And there’s so much I want to tell you.
But you’re no longer the one in whom I confide.
I loved you then and I love you still.
And you know I always will.
Farewell.
|
||||
9. |
Where's my girlfriend?
04:13
|
|||
|
Woke up this morning cuddled up to nobody.
Last nights tequila grin was this mornings existential ennui.
I thought, “a cup of tea will do the trick” and as I walked past my flatmate’s door
I heard the sound of sexy laughter from the girl he met the night before.
I hurried into the kitchen to make that cup of tea
But there was no milk left; I guess he asked her back for coffee
Well please don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy for him
I’m just a little jealous that’s all and I’m left here wondering…
Chorus
Where’s my girlfriend where’s my girl? [They say seek and you will find]
Is she out there in the world? [They say all in good time]
Where’s my girlfriend where’s my girl? [I reallly want to know now]
Is she out there looking for me as I’m looking for her?
I got out my Indian Medicine Cards and I pulled one from the deck.
I got an upside down squirrel, I thought, “that really sucks”.
Apparently I’ve lost my connection to “great father sky.
And I’m leaking my energy on fear and worry and addictive questions” like:
Chorus
Now I got a good life and I know there’s really nothing wrong.
A sunny day, guitar to play and one more melancholy song.
I think it’s time I got outside started flirting instead of sooking.
Get a little braver. Have faith. And keep looking…
Looking and searching and longing and yearning
and waiting and a wishing and a hoping and a wondering
Smiling and approaching them. Talking and flirting
and meeting and joking and getting to know them
To get with a girl to get into her world
or into her pants or to go out and dance with
or eat with or live with or share with or give with
or maybe move in settle down and have kids with.
Is this just a dream that I should let go of?
A dream that comes true just not often that I know of.
But then again there’s examples around me
of people who marry and start up a family.
It’s not always peachy or dreamy or happy.
There’s nothing romantic about changing the nappy
but now I guess I’m thinking too far ahead.
So I’m taking my tequila hangover and my black cup of tea back into my empty bed. And I’m singing…
Chorus
|
||||
10. |
A cup of tea
02:44
|
|||
|
Ah ah ha, they’re so tired.
They’ve been dancing since they met
See them skip into the kitchen.
Fall in love, put on the kettle.
Chorus
A cup of tea will calm confusion.
A cup of tea will bring me rest.
A cup of tea will bring us together.
A cup of tea is simply the best..
He said, “I was there at the opening
and when the thing-o-me-jig got stuck, oh boy!”
she said, “when Cathy won gold I was cheering
aussie aussie aussie oi oi oi”
And so they talked of those and other Olympic 2000 moments
‘til there was nothing left to say.
and then the kettle (who up until then had said nothing)
started to whistle the silence away.
Chorus
Three months later he said,
“I love the challenge of the search for a clean cup.
I love the smell as the water goes in.
and I love your complete lack of respect for tea bags
I watch them splatter as they miss the bin”
well she said,
“I love your kettle it knows just when to cut off.
I love your cozies for your pots of tea
and I love the way the water boils up to a crescendo
and the way it steams at the big one hundred degrees.
Chorus
Pour yourself into me
My cup runneth over
You’re my cup of tea.
|
||||
11. |
The long road
03:14
|
|||
|
It’s a long road to work out what you want to do.
It’s a long road to realise that you got to choose.
It’s a long road and it never stops it just goes and goes and goes
And it’s the only road I know.
It’s a long road to find a way to let go.
It’s a long road to get the strength to live what you know
And it’s a long way to find a place that feels like home.
And that’s the road on which I roam.
Chorus
It’s a long road. Yeah.
It’s a long road. Yeah.
And I know, I know yeah,
It’s a good road. Yeah.
It’s a long road to find someone to dance with you.
Someone who’ll go there with you into the centre of the groove.
Get in close and still leave some room to move.
Well that’s the road so sweet and smooth.
Well it’s a long road to say what you want to say.
And it’s a long road to just shut up and enjoy the day.
Well it’s a long road and it’s a tough road but it’s the only way to go so come on let’s go.
We’ll take it day by day.
Chorus
|
||||
12. |
Back to my place
03:31
|
|||
|
Too much noise. Too much light.
Everything’s a little too much tonight.
Oh… let’s get the hell out of here.
And let’s go back to my place.
Snuggle up under the blankets.
Watch some rage on tv
In the morning I’ll cook you breakfast
Could you hold me?
Could you hold me?
Could you hold me awhile.?
I’ve had so much fun it’s beginning to hurt.
The god’s of fun have left now it’s a post fun holocaust.
The beer in my hair. That song again.
Everything reminds me of everything.
And let’s go back to my place.
Snuggle up under the blankets.
I know you get cold toes.
You can warm them against my ankles.
I could hold you.
I could hold you.
I could hold you awhile.
Don’t’ worry. we’ll be fine.
Just like the morning it’s just a matter of time.
I’ve got just enough cash
So call a taxi.
And let’s go back to my place.
Snuggle up under the blankets.
Listen to the rain outside
All sleepy spoon hug naked.
I could hold you.
You could hold me.
Forever.
I could hold you.
You could hold me.
Forever.
Forever.
|
||||
Brett Robin Wood Sydney, Australia
Brett Robin’s music reveals, heals and celebrates being human.
See life anew with the sparkling folk musicosophy of Brett Robin Wood.
Brett Robin Wood recommends:
Liz writes with such sharp observation of what it is to be human. Her musicianship is marvellous and her studio recordings are so tastefully crafted. Intelligent, heartfelt music to feed the soul.
go to album
When I first heard his CD "Storms, Dreams and Flying Machines" a few years back I was hooked. It's multi layered electro folk that goes from great to amazing in your mind the more you listen.
go to albumIf you like Brett Robin Wood, you may also like:
The haunting new record from Canadian folk artist Avi C. Engel bridges old and new traditions with a minimalist approach.
go to album
Sanguine but uplifting, the Toronto singer-songwriter's "transfigured" folk songs ponder existential themes with grace and wonder.
go to album
Their Invisible Hands
by Avi C. Engel
A dreamy improv-folk collage from Toronto multi-instrumentalist Clara Engel, who plays cigar box guitar, talharpa, melodica, and many more.
go to album
Dressed in Borrowed Light
by Avi C. Engel
More genre-hopping folk experiments from the Toronto artist, utilizing lap steel guitars, tongue drums, found instruments, and more.
go to album
