1. |
Love Paints A Picture
03:28
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LOVE PAINTS A PICTURE
Well I’ve been thinking ‘bout those big things
Those stories from the starting line
You know those patterns seem quite simple
But so confusing at the very same time
Sometimes I hate that little word
You hear so many ways
But if you listen to your breathing
That love is always asking you to stay
Love paints a picture
Colour from the black and white
Love paints a picture
Sometimes everything won’t turn out right
They were together such a long time
Now they just don’t get along
All that guilt and separation
He’d been walking dead for way too long
Then someone whispered to him
“How you see is what you see”
He said “if love paints a picture
You know that painter had to erase me”
Love paints a picture
Colour from black and white
Love paints a picture
Sometimes everything can turn out right
Turn out right
I’ve been thinking ‘bout those small things
That tear apart your brand new day
All that guilt and separation
That love is always asking you to stay
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2. |
The Late Bloomer
03:48
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THE LATE BLOOMER
He was late, he was great
At procrastination, there was no hesitation at all
No none at all
Cups of tea, just the three
Of them in the evening, no pressures of achieving at all
No none at all
So hey late bloomer, won’t you bloom for me?
But you know its alright, its ok
He’s gonna do it at another time
Its ok, its alright
He’s gonna do it at another time
To the stage, thought he’d change
So he tried the life of clubbing but the alcohol and rubbing never came his way
Such a shame to say
No dreams, no schemes
To electrify a market, he’d just drive his car and park it in the metaphor shade
They’d swim, he’d wade
There she was, in the street
The girl from year seven, said she’d never amount to nothing at all
You know he gave her a call
Now its cups of tea, just the three
Of them and a baby, she’d found the perfect man for such a late bloomer
But you know its alright, ok
They’re gonna do it at another time
Its ok, its alright they’re gonna do it at another time
You know its ok, alright they’re gonna do it at in the summertime
Ok, alright, they’re gonna do it
Its alright now
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3. |
Don't You Listen
04:43
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DON'T YOU LISTEN
If you’re getting tired of rockstar information
You just want to hear their songs
But they just want to say in the most unclear way
And always going on too long
Anarchy, censorship, conspiracy and rhetoric
Everything we need to know
Fountains of knowledge from all those years in college
Or Googling before the show?
Well most are better than they used to be
Just less to to say to me
So don’t you listen, to a musician
Everytime they open their mouth
You might regret it, they will forget it
Next time they’re in town
Everyone’s an expert with environmental science
From early morning coffee T.V.
Their guest is some musician an authorative position
Trying hard to push their latest CD
You really can’t blame, these artists or their fame
Passionate for a cause
They look better than scientists in high-heels and a bra
And get an even better applause
Many today have the bravery to say
And have it on authority
Some know a little and are sitting in the middle
With humility and honesty
But there’s plenty of those clowns, spend a night in your town
Saying, “yo… check this out!”
A half baked take on life, bout’ our existential strife
So just before you jump and pout
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4. |
The Avant Gardener
02:38
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5. |
Weathered Hands
04:37
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WEATHERED HANDS
He couldn’t say a single word
As he bathed him through the night, by the fluoro light
Always the wrong time
So he kept it to himself, by the old man he knelt
He remembered many times
They would look out to sea, the only ones they’d be
See-through skin so pale
Hands wide and strong
Right where he belonged
See them, my father’s weathered hands
Feel them, my father’s weathered hands
Later I would understand
His son needed everything
So he ran with his share, threw it everywhere
When his luck ran out
His father would stand, with those out-stretched hands
Want to tell him everything
Years in one night, need to get it right
But its always the wrong time
There was nothing at all, both stared at the wall
His father finally turned around
A tear trailed his face, a smile filled that space
And he said,
Hold them, my weathered hands
Feel them, my weathered hands
When I’m gone, you will understand
See them, my father’s weathered hands
Feel them, my father’s weathered hands
Later, I would understand
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6. |
Surface Tension
05:27
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SURFACE TENSION
Under this sun no changes
Making such perfect strangers
Into the aisles and retail trees
Well life is about more choices
One and a million voices
Selling the same old fantasy
You’re suffering from that surface tension
Shallows, noise and sun
Unaffected, disconnected…to everyone
Throw off your window dressing
You that you’re convalescing
Under these waves you’ll start to breathe
Grace instead of karma
Gives you the panorama
To break these surface tension seas
Suffering from that surface tension
Shallows, noise and sun
Unaffected, disconnected…to everyone
You feel it
You can’t come down
You see it
Faces around
Diving below that surface tension
Into the depths of mystery
Deeper breathing, deeper
You know that it’s just that surface tension
Just that surface tension
Maybe it’s just too dear to mention… for everyone?
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7. |
Nobody's Fault But Mine
03:25
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8. |
King Of Pain
04:41
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9. |
Standing On Shoulders
03:57
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STANDING ON SHOULDERS
I saw that photo for the first time
When I was a child
That little box of yellow letters
Did not seem worthwhile
Now the tree has grown older
And many colours change
I balance standing on their shoulders
And turn the page
Sometimes they’re lifting me up or bringing me down
There’s a beginning and an end
When you’re standing on shoulders
You’d be amazed to see what I found
Standing on shoulders a sight to see for miles ‘round
Felt that I was moving forward
The further back I peered
Finally found I was a story
Being steered
A poignant time a decision made a genetic carried dream
In the midst of evolution a reoccurring theme
When you’re standing on shoulders
You’d be amazed to see what I found
Standing on shoulders a sight to see for miles ‘round
Standing on shoulders ancestors understanding…standing
The gift that no-one has to start from zero in this long parade
The embryo secretly formed becomes design secretly made
Some say we’re moving backwards an opinion I do not subscribe
Understand life’s dreams and colours
We can somehow recognise
When you’re standing on shoulders
You’d be amazed to see what I found
Standing on shoulders a sight to see for miles ‘round
Standing on shoulders
You’d be amazed to see what I found
Standing
Standing
Standing
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10. |
In Ordinary Time
07:05
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HERE COMES THAT DRUNK AGAIN
Selling beer by the song
Tonight the crowd was 14 strong
But my friends all say you know it’s really going to take this long
They look like happy clowns
As they drink their rounds
Finance and liver’s down
But I feel so bad cos I keep them all hanging round’
From the floor he makes his way
Same routine but different day
Drink held high he just wants to stay
Here comes that drunk again
There’s one in every crowd
Painful and loud
All spit, breath, intellectual conversation guarantee
What are you doing after the show
Well wouldn’t you like to know
I’ll be your best friend for the mo’
Then you pretend to hear your name, pointing to the door
You got to go
He searches the room for another prey
Every female looks the other way
Here comes that drunk again
Well here he comes again
This time I can’t pretend
So he stands to tell me every second since the day he was born
His wife died this day last year
And his friends have all disappeared
Says he knows the meaning of fear
I can’t stand it anymore but I’m always glad to see you here
Here comes that drunk again
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12. |
Words We Never Say
04:41
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Words We Never Say (Lyrics by Steve Montgomery)
You know and I know the reason
Though a glance or a smile may be proof
It’s a simple, unspoken concession
But you know and I know the truth
There’s no promise, just captured emotions
We’re together where we never can stay
There’s a fine line and we’ll never cross it
So we both know what we’ll never say
In a moment of weakness
We affirm an affection
That we cling to ‘til we give it away
Not a lone shattered heart
But a frail work of art
And there’s one word that we’ll never say
Maybe passive, but never indifferent
To fated moments of crosses we bear
On a road paved with honest intentions
There’s a gamble to the guilt that we share
So we might reminisce about daydreams
Or the fortunes and plans gone astray
But we’ll never ever mention tomorrow
‘Cause we’ll reap what we’re sowing today
But in moments of weakness
We’ve affirmed an affection
And we’ll hold on ‘til we give it away
A lone shattered heart
Is a frail work of art
So there’s one word that we’ll never say
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13. |
Devil Got My Woman
03:46
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14. |
Compassion Fatigue
03:04
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Andrew Winton Perth, Australia
Multi award-winning songwriter and lap slide specialist Andrew Winton is known for his on-stage warmth, humour, and stellar musicianship. He is also recognised for his diverse musical styles with influences ranging through blues/roots to jazz. Andrew has toured extensively, and was named the Australian Songwriter of the Year 2012 by the Australian Songwriter’s Association in conjunction with APRA. ... more
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