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Somewhere Else

by Rummage

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1.
Ebb and Flow 03:09
Rising moon between the trees and a glimpse of something lost drifting on the ocean breeze and fading way too fast I watch the days as they come and go like the waves down on the beach but somewhere in this ebb and flow there's something slipping out of reach staring at the empty page chasing words that just won't come pacing round a golden page to the beating of a drum I watch the days as they come and go like the waves down on the beach but somewhere in this ebb and flow there's something slipping out of reach reaching for the easy choice like so many times before pretending I can't hear the voice that says it's time to close that door I watch the days as they come and go like the waves down on the beach but somewhere in this ebb and flow there's something slipping out of reach
2.
Standing here at the side of the road I don't have any place that I really have to go the sun is shining and I'm feeling alright so why don't you slow down and give me a ride and it feels like I've just woken up and I've been sleeping for so long long legs walking down the hot city street dark eyes flashing make my heart miss a beat I think I'll go in her direction, just for a while and I'll love her for a moment if she gives me a smile and it feels like I've just woken up and I've been sleeping for so long standing on the corner now, singing a song making up the words as I go along see the coins in my case as they sparkle in the sun and if you like the music you can throw another one and it feels like I've just woken up and I've been sleeping for so long back out on the highway as the trucks go rumbling by whistling a tune under the bright blue sky there isn't any place that I would rather be but there's still a lot of things that I would like to see and it feels like I've just woken up and I've been sleeping for so long
3.
It's funny how when you stop a while these roots grow around your feet and soon you're walking round and looking down at the same old dirty streets and you don't have time to stop and talk because you're already running late you've got to understand, I'm a busy man I've got so much on my plate but lately I just keep on dreaming of trains and lost highways and open seas and towns with exotic names where the sun shines down on a sea of faces that I've never seen before and walking through another open door sometimes you lose perspective on what matters in the end and little problems seem so big and the telephone rings again and you're sitting in the middle of all the things you have to do and it gets so easy to forget that outside the sky is blue but lately I just keep on dreaming of trains and lost highways and open seas and towns with exotic names where the sun shines down on a sea of faces that I've never seen before and walking through another open door
4.
Such a beautiful feeling that you think it will fade away but the sun’s on the rise and I look in your eyes and I see that it’s hère to stay I love you less than tomorrow but more than yesterday I hold you close beside me and I feel your body sway and the magic folds around us as we hear the music play I love you less than tomorrow but more than yesterday you’re like a ray of sunshine that brightens up a rainy day and turns into a rainbow when all around is grey I love you less than tomorrow but more than yesterday such a beautiful feeling that you think it will fade away but the sun’s on the rise and I look in your eyes and I see that it’s hère to stay I love you less than tomorrow but more than yesterday so we’ll continue on our journey And I’ll be with you, come what may And through different seasons we’ll find more reasons That make me want to say I love you less than tomorrow But more than yesterday
5.
Smoke trails 03:22
For many a year I roamed this land hoping one day to strike gold but nights followed days and days followed nights and I'm still standing in the cold the treasure will come to he who perseveres at least that's something I was told but Lady Luck was never on my side any time the dice were rolled another night, another town another dead-end bar drunken fights under neon lights as I'm playing my guitar I set off a long time ago following a distant star and here I am a long way from home sleeping in the back of a car but there ain't no point in looking back as the highway flashes by the sun's coming up on a brand new day hanging in a clear blue sky sometimes you win, sometimes you lose sometimes you fall, sometimes you fly sometimes you're high, sometimes you're blue sometimes you laugh, sometimes you cry
6.
I know I talked to you sometime the other night I don't recall just what I said but I doubt that it came out right so now I'm sitting here, listening to the rain and I guess that I just fucked up again I don't know what came over me, I could blame it on the drink or maybe I'm just plain stupid, or maybe I didn't think or maybe it's just one of those things that happen now and then but I guess that I just fucked up again I don't feel too proud right now, I'm not about to boast there ain't no-one who's perfect but it feels like I'm further away than most so fill my cup with wretchedness and don't bother to say when because I guess that I just fucked up again
7.
Hoodathunkit 03:45
Well I'm singing you a song to the rhythm of the ceiling fan the bottle's almost empty but another one's close at hand I'm half way round the world thinking back to how it all began my boat's full of holes and the waves they shoulda sunk it I kept bailing out the water but it was looking like I coulda drunk it but it seems I'm still afloat, well I never woulda thunk it hoodathunkit ? hoodathunkit ? take a look at us today well hoodathunkit ? the rain's pouring down, well I guess it is the season people looking at me funny, well some folks you just can't please 'em I've got a head full of rhyme, but I don't got a lot of reason sometimes you're flying high, sometimes you're rolling in the dirt one day you're in a palace, the next you're going to lose your shirt but right now I'm with the sweetest little lady ever wore a skirt hoodathunkit ? hoodathunkit ? take a look at us today well hoodathunkit ?
8.
Claret Blue 03:43
It might be the time of night or it might be the wine that make me think about the things we lost or left behind but the bad decisions that we took were not as simple as they look when you view them from the distance of a few years down the line ch/ but there ain't no point in dwelling on the things that slipped away or thinking of what might have been if it had gone another way looking back across the years at everything we've done from the icy northern winter to the Caribbean sun thinking back on all the days and the friends we mat along the way I wouldn't swap the life we've had for any other one ch/ but there ain't no point in dwelling on the things that slipped away or thinking of what might have been if it had gone another way It might be the time of night or it might be the wine but different times and places just keep spinning round my mind I see faces in my head and I hear the things that people said I'm kind of melancholic but I guess that that's just fine ch/ but there ain't no point in dwelling on the things that slipped away or thinking of what might have been if it had gone another way
9.
you smiled and waved and turned around now the traffic’s slow coming out of town savouring the memories of a few more fleeting days I’ve got a weary sense of déjà vu that I’m always saying goodbye to you watching dislocated time go past wondering how long this will last and I know I won’t be gone for all that long but today I’d like to stay right where I know that I belong I can see your picture in my head as the early evening sky turns red watching planes take off and the sun go down hanging round the departure lounge it’s a perfect moment of that kind of loneliness you only find in hotel rooms and airport bars when you start wondering who you are and we’re leaving now but I don’t want to go and we keep saying that’s just the way it has to be but I don’t know and the pilot says that’s Amsterdam below and we might be 8 miles high but right now I’m feeling low back in the artificial light of Berlin’s winter neon night a cold wind blowing flakes of snow through the streetlights’ icy glow memories coming back to me like cards from someone I used to be who disappeared somewhere somehow if he could only see me now and I see the shadows flicker on the wall forming into faces but there’s nothing there at all and I hear forgotten voices start to call I hope you’ll be there to catch me if some day I start to fall
10.
Lying here in the long tall grass looking down on the city at night watching all the cars and the shooting stars and the sparkle of a thousand streetlights trams and trains and aeroplanes can all pass right on by because I just want to lie here and listen to you singing to me and the summer night sky warm breeze blowing through my hair as I hold your hand in mine there's something special in the air and I drink it up like wine I watch the glow of your cigarette lighting up your pretty face and I catch a glimpse of a silhouette passing by without a trace distant voices in the street below ringing out in the dark and then the night begins to turn to day as we lie here in the park warm breeze blowing through my hair as I hold your hand in mine there's something special in the air and I drink it up like wine walking over the old stone bridge as the dawn lights up the town I feel like I'm standing on top of the world and nothing can bring me down we lose ourselves in the maze of streets there's nowhere we have to go raise a glass with whoever we meet and go with the flow warm breeze blowing through my hair as I hold your hand in mine there's something special in the air and I drink it up like wine
11.
I sold my soul to an angel while the devil looked on and laughed I didn't even see the danger until the point of no return was passed now I'm sitting at the bottom of the hole I dug staring up at the sky and I wish I was up there over the clouds flying in one of those aeroplanes passing by aeroplanes passing by because the only place that I want to be the only place that's right for me the only place that I want to be is somewhere else now I'm singing the song of how it all went wrong and the rain keeps pouring down been hanging round too long where I don't belong can't get my feet back on the ground I thought I'd see my name in neon lights and drive in a fancy car but now I'm living hand to mouth and there are times my hand can't even reach that far can't even reach that far and the only place that I want to be the only place that's right for me the only place that I want to be is somewhere else
12.
Floods, floods of memories floods, floods of memories and too many stairs to fall down and old friends always come back around Paris in the winter, waiting for the spring sitting on the balcony, searching for a song to sing hats and coats and scarves, it's already getting dark I wish that it was summer so we could go sit in the park floods, floods of memories floods, floods of memories looking in your eyes, I see everything that's gone and I wish it worked out different, I don't know what went wrong at a lonely table with all my laughing friends my minds going round in circles like the letters I meant to send and the things that I meant to say and the things that I should have done and I wish that I had realised that you should have been the one floods, floods of memories floods, floods of memories floods, floods of memories floods, floods of memories and too many stairs to fall down

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released April 1, 2016

Mark Mulholland - Guitar, vocals
James Finch Jr - bass, vocals, guitar, baritone guitar,
drums
Rusty Miller - drums, vocals, guitar, bass, piano,
organ, mellotron, percussion

Recorded and produced by James Finch Jr

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