[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/seasonShift.mp3|titles=Season Shift]

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 shouted quieten down.

Weathered trees are waiting for their wind.
Can’t stand up if you refuse to bend.

Hold your horses or they’ll bolt.
Shoulder the burdens that you must hold.

Life happens when you’ve turned your back
Time disappears when no one’s keeping track.

But getting lost is how we find our way, from falling night to dawning day, through seasons shifting round the sun, we undergo and overcome.

When every line has question marks attached,
Time spend doubting now is never matched.

So you’ve changed your hairstyle and your clothes.
Though you’ve kept the same smile as you’ve grown.

Autumn breezes filling up our ears.
As summer’s rays give way to winter’s tears.

chords: verse, G C D? (C chord shape moved from fret 3 to fret 5)
chorus, Am D

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.
Waking from a bad dream, the face beside me clears my frown.
Can’t stop thinking, my head spins when I try.
Someone is sinking, keep me in your sky.

Passage of time, pointing out of view.
Massage my mind, push away the blue.
Message inside, some promise to myself.
Guessing I’m right, to chase or follow it.

The devil’s in the detail, but I’m too close to the screen,
To see real clearly, the way things are not what they seem.
The pattern is repeating, In spaces in my mind.
Habits are deleting, the place I used to find.

Rummage around, find a reason for this mess.
Hear some sound, hear the tune there less and less.
Cover new ground, open up and out.
Throw away mirrors, get away and get about.

Somebody is preaching, balanced in the flow.
Burning off the leeches, they can’t go where I go.
The pattern is repeating, no matter how hard I try,
But I am not retreating, keep me in your sky.

In your sky, off your bow,
Somebody new, somebody now.

In your sky, off your bow,
Somebody new, somebody now.

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
we have followed broken time.

have you seen where we are living
rising up above the earth?
have you seen us out forgiving
for all that we are worth?

on the edge of the world,
stand alone and stop to think.
let the arrows fall around you,
and distractions drop and sink.

until everything is clearer,
and every word distinct.
we are growing ever nearer,
to being fully interlinked.

I came up with a melody for this first, tis more world music than folk, my first foray, hurray!

[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/lastMinuteChecks.mp3|titles=Last Minute Checks]You say that
you’re climbing
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, then pull on through?

Now it’s time to go,
get caught up in the flow,
another place to be
For every minute lost,
there’s a wishing penny tossed,
into a wishing sea.

My mind always wanders,
Gets carried out onwards, Gets pulled away
I’m scratching the surface,
And feeding the furnace, to harden my clay

We’re hopelessly drawn to,
The light we were born to, hit headfirst
We’re fruitlessly fighting,
The changes conspiring, ready to burst.

Now it’s time to go,
get caught up in the flow,
another place to be
For every minute lost,
there’s a wishing penny tossed,
into a wishing sea

And still it’s surprising
The future is rising, out of the air
But we are just tourists,
We hurry right through it, too quick to care.

You say you’re deciding,
When you’re confiding, close as you dare.
I know we’re still changing,
But waiting is aging, I’ll see you there.

Now it’s time to go,
get caught up in the flow,
another place to be
For every minute lost,
there’s a wishing penny tossed,
into a wishing sea.

Right about now
You’re right about how
A better place to be…
For every minute lost,
there’s another penny tossed,
into a wishing sea.

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[capo 5th]

chords
C B? G F#?
0 0 3 0
1 3 0 0
0 0 0 2
2 0 0 0
3 2 2 0
x x 3 2

chorus
C D? F? G
0 0 0 3
1 3 7 0
0 0 0 0
2 4 5 0
3 5 7 2
x x 0 3

lots of pinky notes, hammer on/pull offs, alternating between strum and picking

streetegy

[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/streetegy.mp3|titles=streetegy]

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.
We roll from square to square,
As checkmate nears, we face our fears

One last push to cross the line
Where no man’s land is burned
On my day, and in my prime
The battle shakes my world

A game of chance, a game of change,
the rules are overturned
Guns are rumbling into range,
the pawn in play has learned
Has learned…
Has learned…

I’m told I cut it fine
I did not hear I was not near
I wish I opened up,
No road to cross, direction lost

This quiet in the air
For all our might we cannot fight
Inside, confusion hides
The honesty that’s leaving me

And one last push to cross the line
where no man’s land is burned
and on my day, and in my prime
The battle shapes my world

A game of chance, a game of change,
the rules are overturned
Guns are rumbling into range,
the pawn in play has learned
Has learned…
Has learned…

Dispense my strategy
I was aware I could not see
Dispose reality
The mind decides what seems to be

Vs. Am F C G

Cs. F G Am F

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

And life spills from my hands
When i try to make demands..

The morning is yawning but there’s no way to stay,
The bright leaves of Autumn on a September day
A stranger to guide me or to get me so lost
That I fail to remember what I came here for first

And life spills from my hands,
As i wander through these lands.

The seasons are flowing from one to the next,
But I’m stranded and static and covered in dust
Shake me awake from this warm comfort zone
Send me away to get out on my own.

And life spills from my hands
When i seek to tie the strands

And life spills from my hands
And ignores my own commands.

It’s mashed up and mixed up and rolling at pace
The lines of your fine times are etched on your face
Decisions revisions, rich pickings to claim
Distractions, retractions, left seeming the same.

And life spills from my hands
What i know misunderstands

We’re uptight but upright and rising the curve
Statistics predicting the fate of the world
In debt and in doubt and in full disrepair
But still we can savour the taste of the air.

Yes life spills from my hands
When i try to grip too hard to plans…

[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/fallingThroughCracks.mp3|titles=fallingThroughCracks]

V1
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 lose if you hear too much truth.
Choosing a road, hatching a plan,
Navigate ways, become who you are.

C
He’s gone, gone,
Falling through cracks in his mind.
And we’re on, on, just deliver your lines when it’s time.

V2
Into the wind, and the air, and the sky
From passive existence, dramatic cry
Sand of a desert, grains of a love,
Scattered away, blown from above.

Hours ticking over, restless machine,
Remorseless reminder of places we’ve been
I know nothing about anything I say
Just trying to make sense and stay sane for today

C2
She’s gone, gone,
Fallen through cracks in the ground
And we’re on, on, delicate souls all around

B
So it won’t go the way it’s supposed to
Dreams getting smashed on the shore
When they turn and they leave with a piece of your heart
You want them to come back for more…

V3
Try to get closer
But for you it’s over
I need to forget to survive
Still have that longing
Believing belonging
To the pains of being alive

C3
It’s gone, gone,
Falling through cracks that are tearing apart
We’re on, on, paths that are pointing away in the dark…

It’s gone,
Falling through cracks where there’s no going back
We’re on, arrows of light in the black