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OH MY DAYS
03:40
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All I ever wanted was a place to call my own,
all I ever needed was a place to call my home.
Everything I dreamed about is right within my grasp,
Each and every fantasy should never be the last.
CHORUS
Oh my days, the things that I have seen.
Oh my days, the things that I have done.
Oh my days, the places that I’ve been.
Oh my days, what have I become?
Every time I thought that life
was going to set me free.
Every time I felt the darkness closing in on me.
Every time I found myself not able to go on.
I would find some comfort in the meaning of a song.
I don’t need religion it just messes up my head.
And I don’t like politics where all the lies are read.
I can’t believe in promises so many have been broken.
If someone’s looking out for me
I think they must be joking.
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ON THE OUTSIDE
04:59
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Got no management, no promotion, got no gigs across the ocean.
Cant find a radio to play my stuff,
maybe it's because I'm a little bit rough.
On the outside.
I got no hair I look like a bouncer,
maybe I could be a table announcer.
I got a lot of songs sitting on my shelf,
maybe if I could chill I would improve myself.
On the outside.
If you got to know me, you would see, what a funny guy I can be.
You would be amazed by all my knowledge,
maybe I should get a job in a college.
Well I tried that but they didn’t want me.
I got my disclosure, its there to haunt me.
Maybe I’m a little bit too extreme, maybe that’s just the way it seems.
On the outside.
My song aint complicated as you can hear,
I'm giving it to you straight, nice and clear.
maybe I always seem at a loss. but that’s just the way I come across.
please think of me as you play my cd.
don’t think you’ll see me, on the mtv
I'm just a guy tryin to play my tune, its time for me to go,
ill see you soon.
On the outside.
I got a lot of feeling, seeing is believing
I feel I’m at a junction, I think that I might malfunction.
Music all around me. this is how they found me.
I could lose it in an instance, this is why I keep my distance.
On the outside.
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3. |
HEADING FOR THE MOON
03:30
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Big bright moon, lights the sky,
helping me to find my way,
as I’m driving home to you.
Big bright moon, shining down,
lights up everything around,
driving home’s so easy to do.
Chorus.
Looks like I'm heading for the moon,
heading for the moon.
It’s been so long, but I’ll be back soon,
Looks like I’m heading for the moon.
I've been away, for quite a time,
acting like a fool its been a crime,
chasing after rainbows that can never end.
To come back home I had to go away,
but now I’m here I know I’ll stay,
not far to go now, just around the bend.
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CLOSER TO THE TRUTH
05:14
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I heard so many people use the major scale so I thought to myself,
what the hell, I’ll have a go, myself.
Francis Dunnery’s a friend of mine well not really a friend
but at least I met him one time, backstage after a gig up in Cumbria.
I’ll try to paint a picture with my words, plant the image in your brain,
I’ll try again, here’s hoping.
I felt so bad when I heard the news, Stevie Ray was gone but his blues live on, in his songs.
If I could write a song like Todd Rundgren,
then I would feel that I’d be in Utopia, that’s his band you know.
I spend most of my time in this life of mine, never being able to toe the line,
I was blind, couldn’t see the sign.
The first time music brought a tear to my eye, Roy Buchanon made me cry,
The Messiah, will come again. I’d never heard a sound like that before, I closed my eyes I wanted more, I played it over, and over.
I’ve seen a lot of things that I didn’t like,
and I like a lot of things that I’ll never see,
funny how, it all works out.
Someone up there really likes me a lot, I should be dead but thank God I’m not, what a tale, I’ve got to tell.
Now if I could only make you smile a bit, then I would have succeeded with my wit, what a prize, to see it in your eyes.
I don’t understand the things I do, the music & the theory too,
I just want to play, that’s all there is to say.
I feel so much pain when I find out again, that somebody’s life has been taken away, it’s such a shame.
I get so angry with my fellow man, why can’t we all do the best we can,
to get along, as one.
There are so many songs that I have heard, about love & hate and I’ve been scared to simplify, I’ll tell you why.
They say that simple is always best, now I’m gonna put it to the test,
I’ve had my say, so I’ll leave it with you anyway.
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5. |
COMING HOME
03:37
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I look back, on the things that I have done,
and try to find the reasons
Sometimes, the way that we behave,
is affected by the seasons.
Summer, makes me feel so good,
when the sun shines on my bones.
But that winter frown only gets me down,
and I have to be alone.
Its reasonable to say that we all will lose our way,
while falling over boulders.
I hasten to admit that I’m liable to slip,
while climbing over heads & shoulders.
Up around the corner there’s a better way,
with a golden opportunity.
Chance of a lifetime, grab it with both hands,
success is a human disease.
Now you’ve heard just what I had to say,
I hope you understand.
I try so hard to do my very best,
tried to be a really good man.
Now I must send out my apologies,
to everyone in my past.
I’m feeling so much better these days,
I just hope that it’s gonna last.
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I write my songs but no one is interested.
I sing my song but no one is listening to me.
I tell my story so it doesn’t sound complicated.
I tell it straight so that you can plainly see.
CHORUS
This is the ballad of the unknown songwriter,
let me tell you all about it.
I played for decades all over the world,
but never seem to make the right connections.
Too rocky to be the blues. too bluesy to be the rock.
This industry just doesn’t make exceptions.
I drive my van to my next one night stand,
set up all the gear myself, there is nobody else.
Play my guitar in the best way that I can,
looking for an audience I hope will understand.
I sing my heart out you know that I do,
always giving all I can, especially for you.
I put my messages on Facebook but no one wants to know
If there’s a special place for me, I really need to go.
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7. |
PUSHING TIN
04:38
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Like specks on the screen, I know just what they mean.
Fragments of my life, never to be seen.
I know just when to show them, I know when to hide.
I choose when to pass them round,
but mostly keep them deep inside.
When I feel like I can't win, it's just like pushing tin.
Like planes in the sky, how I watch them fly.
In and out of my mind, sometimes cruel & sometimes kind.
Emotionally unstable, liable to just take flight.
Either in the pits of deep despair, or flying high like a kite.
When I feel like I cant win, it's just like pushing tin.
Just like watching some old movie,
in black & white on a Saturday.
Like an actor who forgets his lines,
I’m starring in my own play.
All I see I see a big black screen,
I try to join the dots but the dots are green.
Maybe you could do me a favour,
help me out now, be my saviour.
When I feel like I cant win, it's just like pushing tin.
When I feel like I cant win, it's just like pushing tin.
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8. |
SO MANY TIMES
05:11
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So many times I called out your name.
So many times I just took the blame.
So many times I was going nowhere.
So many times I just didn’t care.
You were never there when I needed you.
I had to see it through on my own.
Long cold lonely nights sleeping by myself.
Noone waiting for me at home.
Five o’clock in the morning I wake to find.
Something keeps going right through my mind.
Thoughts of you remaining in my head.
Lying awake in an empty bed.
All the times I thought about leaving.
Something in me just kept me there.
All the times I was just hoping.
Hoping that one day you’d care.
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IN ANOTHER LIFE
06:48
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The boy with the baggy flares, used to walk the streets of London town.
Getting on the tube at The Oval, off at Oxford Street
walk down to Shaftsbury Avenue.
Staring up at the wall of guitars, just like Bolan played on the stage.
Not knowing or realising, how they would shape his life,
and his future.
CHORUS
In another life he could have been successful.
In another life he might have made a deal.
In another life, he might have got a contract.
In this other life, sometimes close enough to feel.
He came to the Land of Legends in the early 1970’s.
The boy from The Smoke with the platforms and jokes.
The boys hated him in school, he wouldn’t play by their rules.
He was never far from his guitar, even played it for the head.
Plugged into the small PA and blew it away,
rocked the dinner hall, till the speakers where dead.
It was never meant to be, the sort of thing that happens to the lucky few.
Another strumming casualty, ambitions dashed upon the rocks
Of musicality.
The songs started coming, and got better with time.
Very naive at first, but then better tunes,
and even better rhymes.
But no one is listening, he is invisible to all.
With a guitar case full of broken dreams and promises.
He pushes on and on, answering a call.
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10. |
UNTIL TOMORROW
06:18
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Until tomorrow, I’ll sit and wait for you.
Until tomorrow, that’s all that I can do.
Until tomorrow, I’ll cry my tears for you.
Until tomorrow, that’s all that I can do.
Just one more day, to get you out of my mind.
If it takes any longer, that would be so unkind.
Just one more day, to set myself free.
If you don’t come back to me.
24 hours, to get over you.
I can’t take any longer, I won’t know what to do.
Just 24 hours, to set myself free.
If you don’t come back to me.
It could take forever, but I hope that it won’t.
I’ve got to get over you as soon as I can
It will destroy me if I don’t.
It could take forever, to set myself free.
If you don’t come back to me.
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Gerry Gillard Cornwall, UK
Based in Cornwall, UK.
musician, composer, songwriter. producer.
Gerry Gillard recommends:
Check out Illuminous by Mark Barnwell, excellent guitarist/writer.
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