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Steppin' Out
05:56
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Wide open gates let meandering Fates trample all over me
Still we step out for the usual bout of creeping anxiety
Here we go strolling down the street, all kinds of people there to meet
Will we make it today?
Our drama's in the round
There's no shade to be found
And no-one else is left to play the fool
I've been creeping creeping creeping
But shadows all come to an end
I've been stalling stalling stalling
Over and over again
Oh, give me the strength to start
Help me open up my heart
Give me the strength to start steppin' out
Upstanding guys with guided missile eyes locking them onto yours truly
I swear they talk, watching as I walk, of what they would do with me
Intimidation rules the game, wearing you down 'til you're the same
Now go run and hide...
Like tattoos on the sky
Birds wheel around on high
And here I stand, feet glued to the ground
I've been nudging nudging nudging
My load right out onto the ledge
I've been stepping stepping stepping
Over the cracks as they spread
Oh, give me the strength to start
Help me open up my heart
Give me the strength to start steppin' out
[Interlude for the cavalry]
When I was young, down the High Street I'd come, my Daddy would carry me
He'd hoist me high above the world pushing by: no-one could reach for me
I'm gonna climb up to that place, washing the fear from my face
They'll get what they see
Across mountains of the mind
We fight for what we find
That boldness I believe holds the key...
I've been pushing pushing pushing
Tipping it over the edge
Fear is rising rising rising
Steaming straight on for the bend
Oh give me...
I've been creeping...
Oh give me...
I'm steppin', I'm steppin', I'm steppin' out...
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Rippling past a blue lagoon
Arriving no place all too soon
Taking a ride along a cliff side
Glittering seas a-watching and awaiting
Looking at your suntanned face
Can't tell anything is out of place
Chasing a dream, the closer you seem, more slips away
Is he gonna make it?
Oh. My. God.
Something funny going on...
Why am I still reaching for the Moon?
Sleeping in the back of the car
Curled up tight but slowly coming apart
Slipping and sliding, skipping and hiding, tripping the beats
Misting up the windows
Looking for the Lost Domaine
Optimism in the rain
From coast to coast pursuing a ghost, under the spell
And heading for the big one
Oh. My. God.
There's something dodgy going on...
Why am I still reaching for the Moon?
Like a kitchen without a cook
Like a page that's got no book
But my tongue would not surrender
My mouth number than November
Walls of fear hit you now
No air left to breathe
And how you're pounding on stone, so far from home, you've finally arrived:
Unanticipated
Lost. And. Found.
Scrabbling gravel on the ground
Lost a last-ditch leaping for the Moon
Like a drum that's got no skin
Like a maze with no way in
But my tongue would not surrender
My mouth number than November
Lost a last ditch leaping for the Moon...
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In the Woods
03:53
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I fly by night, sleep by day
While you're off to work miles away
I could call you up, but it would do no good
We'd be like two paths crossing in the woods
You say it's easy to sing to a crowd
You say they're paying me just for thinking out loud
Well I'd sing just for you if I only could
I'd sing of two paths crossing in the woods
I wake up every day in a darkened room
It's not a game we play - I couldn't learn too soon
I do my best for a while to forget I ever saw that smile
But looking back on good things gone bad
I soon start wishing for what I had
Out there's the sun, never felt so good
I turned my back on you like I knew I should
But I'd trade it all in for a little of your time
If our paths ever cross down the line
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Towing a Buffalo
05:20
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I lay by the gas fire and closed my eyes
There's nowhere I'd rather be under these skies
Talk about bus routes round Strawberry Hill way
Could listen to you talking about buses for days
Catch a train to the suburbs, turn up at your door
I took to the back bedroom as the snow began to fall
Or sit in the kitchen and be fed like a prince of the night
Come in from the city under fluorescent light
So goodbye dear friend, I never thought it could end
But turns out we didn't have much say
Now the hearth grows cold and the New Year bells toll:
I must release you to the ghosts of last year
Blackbirds and Robins and rogue Parakeets
The backyard their playground, safe from the streets
But "no use in feeding them" was the message that came for the birds
"They're on their own now, for I won't return"
So goodbye dear friend...
Our last conversation, you said you didn't believe
But if you get the option, you'll be watching over me
And each time I play this here guitar
I tug on that thread, now stretching so far
So goodbye dear friend...
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