demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/whatgood.mp3|titles=What Good Is it Gonna Do Us?]
Running from your lovers to the covers of the others who will tell you they are brothers and then dissapear for ever and they never say, that do they?
Calling all the …
So a verse-
Am G D (fingerpicked)
G Bm C G as a chorus
The verse and chorus don’t sit that well, not a totally natural transition, but it does sound ok.
I guess it’s a …
Oh, have you landed, have you stopped?
When no one demanded that you dropped.
Autumn leaves are falling at our feet.
And summer’s rays are running out of heat.
Oh, our season’s out of fashion now.
Slowly reasons …
Brief Lives, surprised.
Lately, closed Eyes.
Soft touch, sweet rush.
Wasted, pulled punch.
See you, Follow through.
See you, Feel So blue.
Who spoke? Bad joke.
Hardly, half broke.
Good times, good things.
Poor rhymes, round swings.
Under my arm, books full of winding words.
Wonderful yarns, pointing out to other worlds.
Under some spell, can’t see past this week.
Giving it hell, inheriting from the meek.
Driving from the back seat, car won’t slow down.
on the edge of the world
stand alone at the waves
in the back of your mind
where you going to be saved?
we are stealing from the future
We are dreaming hollow rhyme
we have borrowed many fortunes
[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/lastMinuteChecks.mp3|titles=Last Minute Checks]You say that
Always inspiring, without a clue
You say you’re still growing
Only unfolding, now look at you
When you’re positively,
Floating on empty, what can you do?
You’re totally open,
Made to be broken, …
Baby it’s too hard to say it, but too late to stop,
In a moment it’s all gone for good.
And I can’t help but feeling, that this is the top.
We’ve taken as much as we could.
Demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/notesFromUnderground.mp3|titles=Notes From the Underground]
You been running away, calling out names
And it’s a lot on your plate, give it away
ohh, down, to the underground
ohh down, away from the crowd
Too long hanging around, and you know …
one more time again
ever expanding speeches
trading off the win
to burn away the leeches
will never pass this way
not your kind of place
Though I can live with that
I’d much prefer to stay
a whole lot of nothing
say where you been gone,
the only thing I know is that
the end is a coming,
leading us along,
party at your house but the
doors are all locked and
windows boarded up,
Your stare is following the sound
I can’t be found, I’m not around
And though we’re trying hard,
We’re losing touch, caught in this rush
We go moving up the board
For nothing much, the greater good.
it’s all consuming, rest assured
Out the other side for sure
We are beating all around the bush
Breaking bottles in a rush
Nearly ready to be fooled,
Prepare and sharpen your sharpest tools
Almost time to draw the line…
I’ve worked too long to let it go
My grip, the fit, the form, the flow,
Holding on and holding off for something slow
Words, a theme, some random tune,
Your smile, my frown, the cresent moon,
Hanging on and …
On you lead.
On the hour.
I’ve got the grey-day roundabout blues,
And why should I not pick and choose?
The city closes in again you lose.
Scattershot me, living askew
In a cage,
Money in the meter,
Honey in my head
Money in the meter,
Frozen in my bed
Hardly in the moment
Hurry, get ahead, but
Barely any movement,
Somewhere else instead.
And oh the restless guests they are not feeling …
CH: C G Am F (with variations)
Standing in a queue
People doing what they do
Headphones blocking out the sound
It’s like there’s no-one else around
Outside everything seems fine
Pople standing in a line.
Paint is fading on …
Up at the dawn with an eye to the breeze
Still half asleep with a head full of dreams
The cool air is clear here it fills up my lungs
The night put behind me left speaking in tongues
Are you easy
In your own skin?
Does it take a lot of work
just to feel that you fit in?
Should we try this hard to be ourselves
When the force distorts our simple loves?
I see your gaze …
He knows knothing about things like this,
Drifting along in a twist.
Falling behind, failing to find,
A place that will give peace of mind
He’s just a trier, too honest to boot,
What you have you can …