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RELEASE DATE

19-Oct-2002

TRACK LISTING

  1. Tick Tock Time

  2. Drive Into the Sun

  3. Kick the Moon

  4. Headspace

  5. Alone I Walk Out

  6. Fortune's Always Hiding

  7. Private Jungle

  8. Dissolve (I Just Wanna Rise)

  9. Golden Carrot

  10. Drive Into the Sun (Acoustic Version)

  11. Tick Tock Time (In the Key of Reverie)

  12. Kick the Moon (Steeler Mix 2007)

ALBUM NOTES

This album is quite simply, an accident. Not that I, in a moment of weakness, made love to a blank CD, or that the songs by any means wrote themselves. No, I, through many long anxiety-riddled days and nights, took the time to write them. But where my old band Audioride (myself on vocals, guitar, piano. Matty Ryan on drums, and Dale Trickett on bass) were at a stage ready to demo our set with mind to stand back, assess the demoed songs, choose the best four, and rerecord and release an EP, I, as their songwriter, got a fraction carried away.

We first went into Idge’s studio and recorded the drums and bass (myself providing guide vocals as a reference for the rhythm section boys). My guide tracks were deleted on the day, and, with mind to save us a pile of coin, I, in a cyclone composed more of determination than technical aptitude, endeavoured to continue the process of tracking the guitars, pianos and final vocals, back home.

My poky childhood bedroom – containing no more than a pine desk, a wobbly red stool, and my trusty PC – assumed role of the project’s cockpit. My older brother’s abandoned room next-door – containing my heavily-cranked guitar amp, and, a single drum mic with the hardiness to suck it up – assumed the cabin of rollicking sound. The words ‘Don’t ya reckon it’s getting a bit late!’ and ‘Phone!’ were on many occasions barked by Dad downstairs, but, wishing to refrain from featuring his hollers on the songs, I recorded around his schedule of sitting in front of the telly as artfully as possible.

I was supposed to be quick, the very opposite of precious, but I guess I should speak only for myself when I say it, that for a young songwriter there are few highs higher than hearing the music you’ve been carrying around in your head become born into the outside world. In spirit of this labour of love, it was many all-consuming weeks later that I crawled out of my little room.

Delighted with my efforts, I played the final product to band-brothers Matty and Dale. ‘It’s good!” they said, frowning as much as smiling, ‘But it was meant to be a demo, not a f*cken album!’ ‘Sorry…’ I returned. But it is now, several years later, that I release it without apology.

LYRICS

TOCK TOCK TIME​

Run jump fly

You’re flying on tonight

 

Dark dim bright

You’re dilating to the light

 

Drip drop dry

 

Tick tock time

The pounding numb in rhyme

 

Slip fall Die

Again...

 

 

DRIVE INTO THE SUN

Throw your head away

Tie it to the wind and let it sail

You’re on the road and half awake

Evolution’s left you frayed

 

Mother, should I stay?

She can’t remember life before the pain

A pretty frame without a face

Who’d rather run than sit and waste

 

Chorus:

Someday

You’ll drive yourself into the sun

You’re going off like a broken gun

Someday

You know that you’ll be beautiful again

 

Bleeding for a dream

Something’s eating you, well so it seems

Is it me? Coz I want more

I’ll be bleeding at your door

 

As shadows strobe your face

Like memories

You’re short of breath and fire

Leave them behind, and please let me go

 

Chorus reprise –

Stand back, she is flammable and she’s burning ever still

React; to this chemical it’s a bittersweet thrill

Hold out, like an animal with the scent of the kill

You were burning then, you’re burning ever still

 

Chorus:

Someday

You’ll drive yourself into the sun

You’re going off like a broken gun

Someday you’ll get there but your

 

Hair’s a mess

Your make’s run

You’re going off like a broken gun

You’re short of breath

And short of fire

And tripping over the finish line

 

Grip the road like a safety rope

Reel it in you’re getting old

You're running from yourself

With a suitcase full of hell

 

 

KICK THE MOON

And so, you’re lost

In a four-walled house of glass

You float across

Wading through the smoke

 

And I know

 

Take my hand

I almost know where I am

Let’s spin and dance

And watch this world dissolve

 

Chorus:

Climb on up the fairytale vine

Watch your feet now you’re getting high

Kick the moon, steal the light

Up you come

Forget your feet, forget your mind

The world will be there next time

Climb on up the fairytale vine

 

It’s night I’m tired

Let’s drag ourselves outside

Like rope entwined

So slowly we unwind

 

Chorus reprise –

 

 

HEADSPACE

At clock on time

I’ll be sure to think of you mate

At half past nine

We snuck out at night

We were 15 years of age

Burning time

 

But you were like a recipe

Desperate to hit the plate

I just could not taste

 

But the undertow within his veins

Washed away the pain

 

Chorus:

He played those days like games

Trading foil bags for chains

Weighing heavy on his name

And headspace

 

Colours spilt

Left an ever-running stain

On and on, and on and on, you ran away

The moon is still

And the stars forget your name

A burning tail fades

 

And now you’re just a memory

Spreading out across the page

I wish I could erase

 

Chorus reprise –

 

Heavy on his name and headspace

 

ALONE I WALK OUT  

Feel the oceans rise

Hear the closing skies

It’s happening again

 

To put it quite simply

I struggle just to breathe

I run on ten per cent

 

You push me off like a toy boat

And wish me well in the undertow

I’m shimmering like a pyramid

The water’s coming in

 

Chorus:

And you hold me down

Drag me out

Where would I be now without the ghost at my back?

So you hold me down

Drag me out

Alone I walk out

 

Drive me to my knees

Straightjackets in the breeze

You haunt me like an ex

 

I reach down to rip you up

Unwanted occupant

I’ll get to you just yet

 

I’m underground, I need up

Head in hand, dirt in cup

I’m stuttering like a skipping disk

The water’s coming in

 

Chorus reprise –

 

Get me out of here

Alone I walk out

 

 

FORTUNE’S ALWAYS HIDING
Concrete man fell to dust lured in by eyeful

Her frozen hand he’ll kill to touch master plan insightful
She wakes to find him at her feet

His blinded by the ecstasy

Lured in and tangled up resolution dead man

The one way out conform to her dirty work on your hand
He’ll rise to meet her every need

His blinded by the ecstasy

She pats the demons at her feet

A million laps

Of an endless track

The longing to go back

The tangle of the web

The pendulum will swing

And fortune’s always hiding

Fingertips tap in time while the pendulum swings in the hallway

Hit or miss power trip at least it’s been a nice change

Been a nice change 

 

PRIVATE JUNGLE

Read between the lines of the corporate life

Voluntary imprisonment, do you strive?

The pot is cooked, the water is boiled

The ice is cracked, the mountain soiled

 

World wars three to nine before our eyes

Happens in the air, the air we tear

The city glows, it sweats and smells

As we flick though the channels to find our hell

 

Chorus:

Let’s go, let’s go

Let’s let that city burn

Let their private jungle churn

White-eyed but never learned

Let’s go, let’s go

A deep breath and I now know

So sweet but somehow stern

Let’s let that city burn

 

Mother nature talks she quietly screams

Within the trees is an angry breeze

The branches dance to an ancient call

Beyond we know they’ve seen it all

 

The frowning sun he grins and smiles

He plans a cutthroat revenge for his third best friend

A frightened howl of an injured dog

 

Chorus reprise –

 

 

DISSOLVE (I JUST WANNA RISE)​

Sleep be still ambitious hearts

Beat as you will

And slow down fall

To your dream

Where they cannot touch

Where walls dissolve

You walk on out

 

I don't know

I don't care

Where you go

I'll be there

 

Hitch on the breeze

Like a newborn kite

Fly with me

Or watch me rise

Like smoke

From a burning crash

Quick get out

Don’t look back

I'm humble now

 

If you walk

I will run

Like a train

I'm gaining

 

Cos I just wanna rise

And before getting old

I'd love to know

The secret of your life

Over glass or stone

You just glide on

On and on

 

 

GOLDEN CARROT

It’s true that she’ll always be
A living mystery to he
There’s too much sugar in this black coffee
Given some time it’s bound to hurt me

 

I’m like a leaf soaking in the day

When my seasons is up, I’ll float away

Back to the earth it’s time to pay

My back is getting sore while I lay this way

 

Chorus:

It’s true that she’ll always be

My only in the darkest sea

It’s been like this for centuries

Golden carrots hang in front of me

Swinging promised clash like bells

Send me into a dizzy spell

You won’t hear I’m sure you’ll tell

About that day the first one fell

 

I’m like a stone condemned to the sea

Sinking for a week wondering what will be

Holding my breath wishing for the beach

Another swinging promise just out of reach

 

Chorus reprise –