• Amazon - White Circle
  • Apple Music - White Circle
  • Spotify - White Circle
  • YouTube
  • Instagram - White Circle
  • Facebook - White Circle
  • Twitter - White Circle
cover lr.jpg

RELEASE DATE

03-Dec-2009

TRACK LISTING

  1. The Pain Already Dealt

  2. When You Call Me (Mature Tree Version)

  3. Breathe

  4. Given Time, Given Love, Given Hell

  5. More In Your Doubt

  6. Stumble

  7. Mate Where Do You Get Off? (Part 1)

  8. World of Blue

  9. Run Like It’s Over

  10. Things Always Work Out for the Worst

  11. What Is Sleep But the Feet’s Surrender?

  12. Throw It to the Sky

  13. When You Call Me (Seedling Version)

ALBUM NOTES

 

Despite being recorded in Melbourne, Journeyism tracks back to a balcony in India, where it began to take shape via a songwriter wrestling an acute case of writer’s block. (Story divulged in Man Dog Bike).

All vocals, electric guitars, acoustic guitars, slide guitars, bass guitars, piano, mandolin, e-bow, djembe, egg shaker, tambourine, attempts at whistling, güiro, drums, stomp box and brush snare by David Kerrigan, except drums on The Pain Already Dealt, When You Call me, Given Time Given Love Given Hell, More In Your Doubt, Mate Where Do You Get Off and Run Like It’s Over by Josh Poole, additional backing vocals on When You Call Me, Breathe and Given Time Given Love Given Hell by Warwick Thomas, and additional backing vocals on Throw It To The Sky performed, without reservation, by The Sky Choir (Andrew McUtchen, Warwick Thomas, DK and Nelly).

All songs recorded, engineered, produced and mixed – during the Australian winter of 2009 – by the greatly capable hands and ears of Warwick Thomas of Sound Concepts Studio, Parkdale, Victoria Australia, except When You Call Me (Seedling Version) recorded – by dictaphone – live at conception on the ashram balcony, Rishikesh India. (Also divulged in Man Dog Bike).

LYRICS

THE PAIN ALREADY DEALT 

We talk in dizzying circles 
Of ways that the colours lack 
While all along we fail to see 
The bricks of grey we stack 

 

It’s only when the rain falls 
That we praise the times of dry 
And when our skies have fallen 
How we’d soar if we could only get that high 

 

Chorus
I’m tired of struggling, standing, walking, running, screaming, sleeping, talking,
breathing, screeching, laying, bleeding, pouting, preening,
and being seen at all 

 

I’m tired of struggling to stand 
While I lay me down to sleep 
I’m sick of wishing to do away 
With the things I want to keep 

 

I could talk of the ills of convention 
Of the lacking roots of the free 
But the more I poison you 
The more I poison me 

 

Chorus
I’m tired of struggling, standing, walking, running, screaming, sleeping, talking,
breathing, screeching, laying, bleeding, pouting, preening, teaching, seething, 
I’m done with climbing, falling, faking,  giving, taking,
and being seen at all 

 

It’s as cold in the pot that boils 
As it’s tepid in the wind that chills 
It’s only fences built by self 
That keep the runner still 

 

I could paint the past a tint of gold 
When the future seems of no wealth 
While all along I wholly block 
The pain already dealt

 

WHEN YOU CALL ME 

This is it I swear 
No longer will I scale endless stairs 
In the hope that I might reach some higher grace 
And fly away 

 

So why are we so tense? 
When at least we’re catching every second breath 
Let us stop this dance of restlessness 
We’re blood red 

 

Chorus
And when you call me 
(When you call me) 
Hear the story 
(Hear the story) 
Don’t implore me 
(Or ignore me) 
When you call me 

 

Struggle to connect 
No longer will I hunt around in bed 
But she only listens when I’m talking head 
She’s heaven sent 

 

You only love or hate 
You never like or merely tolerate 
And when you’re coughing up words of expensive taste 
My heart eats away 


Chorus reprise – 

 

Relax now 
Your panicked paces 
Relax now 
There’s no sense 
On panicked faces 
Relax now  Panic stations 

 

This is it I swear 
No longer will I scale endless stairs 
In the hope that I might reach some higher grace 
And fly away

 

BREATHE 

As soon as I stopped searching 
I was hit by the wave 
An endless river flows 
From my head to my heart 
Keep out of its way 

 

As soon as I stopped burning 
I warmed to the flame 
Now you run run run 
To get to that place 
Where nothing never hurts 

 

Chorus
Breathe out 
Breathe true 
Free from the drag 
That tows you 

 

As soon as I stopped wishing 
Then everything came 
There’s a rise within my veins 
It drags you along 
In lust and in chains 

 

As soon as you stopped dancing 
Your feet lead the way 
Move along long long 
To get to that place 
Where nothing never hurts 

 

Chorus reprise – 

 

Well come on now 
Just run with it 
Spiritful 
Spiritless 
Where are you? 
When you say 
That nothing never hurts 

 

As soon as I stopped searching 
I was hit by the wave 
An endless river flows 
From my head to my heart 
Keep out of its way

 

 

GIVEN TIME, GIVEN LOVE, GIVEN HELL 

From the moment that our eyes that they met 
I could gather of the spark that was set 
In the fires of our bed we would burn 
Throwing clothes throwing flames as we turned 
But the little that I knew I knew it well 
That given time, given love, given hell 

 

I could hear, I could taste, I could smell 
And in the pages of our story I could tell 
That in the waves of our lust we would teach 
As on the shores of our doubt we would beach 
Are we here? Are we found? Are we lost? 
Count the pain, count the doubt, count the cost 

 

Chorus: 
And if your reasons make sense to only those who bend 

(And if your seasons) 
And if your seasons just turn and turn and turn again 

 

Nothing gained, nothing lost, nothing learned 
Nothing straight never really ever turned 
Pull it back, build it up, knock it down 
Up to your neck in the rubble you’ll be found 
Still I’d swear it on the sky if I could 
And I’d burn it in my skin if you would 

 

Chorus reprise – 

 

From the moment that our eyes that they met 
I could gather of the spark that was set 
In the fires of our bed we would burn 
Throwing clothes throwing flames as we turned 
But the little that I knew I knew it well 
That given time, given love, given hell 

 

 

MORE IN YOUR DOUBT 

And of our theatre 
The one we play to in the round 
The one where all are watching 
To whom we take our bow 

 

Of this I notice 
As the love dims from her eyes 
That the curtain’s closing, closing 

Chorus: 
And I can hear, I can see 
That baby you’re more in your doubt 

 

And of our theme park 
The one we spin like drunken clowns 
The one we twirl like opera 
Around and round and round 

 

Of this I’m certain 
As she moans long through the night 
The more she strives to come 
The less she will arrive 

 

Chorus: 
For can’t you hear? Can’t you see? 
That baby you’re more in your doubt 
Than into me 

 

When you lie awake at night 
With the ceiling as your sky 
Do you strive for flight? 
In a firmament of desire 

 

And of our theatre 
The one that fell right to the ground 
The one where no one’s watching 
And still we take our bow 

 

Of this I’m certain 
She knows no life from stage it seems 
She’s more the doll of drama 
Than she’ll ever be of queen 

 

Chorus: 
Still I can hear, and I can see 
That baby you’re more in your doubt 
Than into me

 

STUMBLE 

You might think you know me 
And you might think I’m slow 
But you ain’t got the first sight 
Of seeingness I know 

 

And I might think you’re blue 
When you’re running red within 
Still needless to say 
I’ll be on fire 

 

Chorus: 
When you walk 
You stumble and fall 
No matter how hard you 
Keep it hushed 
I’ll hear you as you go 

 

You might think your secret’s safe 
But you store them in your eyes 
They’re like corridors that lead the way 
To the vaults in which you hide 

 

You’re a spectrum of emotion 
And you’re spinning around the room 
But needless to say 
I’ll be on fire 

Chorus reprise – 

When you walk you, stumble and 
When you talk you, rumble and 
As you leave it’s 
Not without a host of bullets raining down 
And curse that should either build a case 
In customary bricks of blame 
The temple will fall 

 

And so we walk away 
And so we run away 
And so we break away

 

 

MATE WHERE DO YOU GET OFF? (PART 1) 

When you threw your blood to the sky 
Did you stop to wonder why? 
When you stepped aboard that train 
Did you hear your daughter’s name? 

 

When you flicked the switch of fate 
Did your see your mother’s face? 
When you threw it to the sky 
Did you stop, stop to wonder why? 

 

Father now a mother’s world is in half 
She’s like the walk without the staff 
Now she leans towards the wind 
Just trying to feel him 

 

And if I stop to wonder still 
Of the drive of good and ill 
Which is either but hunger and thirst? 
Which comes last and which comes first? 
Which comes first? 

 

Bang a billion pieces fly 
A million reasons where and why 
The fire further inflamed 
The hatred deeper engaged 

 

And who are you to cancel me? 
I’m no chessboard pawn born to smash clean 
For if you knock my castle mate 
On your soul will haunt my name 
Will haunt my name 

 

Mate where do you get off?

 

WORLD OF BLUE 

And when you find the one the only 
As if just one star has taken you 
And when you douse your fires of lonely 
Breathing your world, your world of blue 

 

Turned by the spell that spins around you 
The mystique, the smoke, the warmth of truth 
Loosing your world, your world of blue 

 

Chorus: 
Fire away/Fall away

 

And when the night explodes in brightness 
And when your thirst is slaked in truth 
And when your chest is free of tightness 
Breathing your world, your world of blue 

 

Absolved by the stream that meets the moon 
The starlight, the silver, the bright, the full 
Loosing your world, your world of blue 

 

Chorus reprise – 

 

And when your tired eyes are talking 
And when your red wine is blue 
And when your sad song is walking 
Loosing your world, your world of blue

RUN LIKE IT'S OVER 

There’s that line that you’ve been sold before 
“It’s not me it’s just the knock at my door” 
But I swear if things could be different 
For you I’d lay my sword 

 

We were the fire doomed to meet with the wet 
The butterfly headed straight for the net 
The open road killed by the city 
As every which path must end 

 

Please spare me of your poetry 
Even more your words of what could be 
For why do we walk? 
When we can run? 

 

Chorus: 
Why should I wait for you? 
Why would you want me to? 
Why are we walking? 
When we can run? 
Run like it’s over 

 

Still the quick are never slow to dance 
The blind to sight the red romance 
The deaf still they can listen 
No dent in the truth can last 

 

Watching as our wings fold in 
I guess in broken romance is romance 
Like the pain fretting for the pill 
Befallen immune and still 

 

Behind the canvas of closing eyes 
Befits the house where the battered hide 
But why do we walk? 
When we can run? 

 

Chorus reprise – 

 

Let ‘em run, let ‘em burn 
Let ‘em through their own fires learn 
That you’re neither the spark 
Nor you’re the flame 
Nor the keeper of some cage 
Still if you break away from me 
Then baby maybe then you’ll see 
Coz when you turn 
I’ll run like it’s over 

 

You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone

 

THINGS ALWAYS WORK OUT FOR THE WORST 

When you’re tired and you feel alone 
And the candle is burnt to the bone 
When there’s no more to spend 
Just know in the end 
That things always work out for the worst 

 

When you’re dry and you wanna sweat 
And you remember what you wish you’d forget 
Hear me again 
Just know in the end 
That things always work out for the worst 

 

Well come on now 
We’re all just too serious 
Well come on now 
I don’t talk the flesh 
When I wanna just scream the bones 

 

When you’re polished to the point of loosing your shine 
You’re mundane where you should be divine 
When there’s no more to lend 
Just know in the end 
That things always work out for the worst 

 

When you rattle with emptiness 
And you force where you used to finesse 
Straighten this bend 
Or know in the end 
That things always work out for the worst

 

WHAT IS SLEEP BUT THE FEET'S SURRENDER? 

Rolling in like a tired wheel 
Looking to slow down 
Fading in like a silhouette 
From the darker side of town 

 

Coming in like a hurricane 
Running rather late 
Call it love but in my veins 
It feels a lot like hate 

 

Rolling in like a tumbleweed in the wind 
Bounce across the desert then just start again 
Burning down like a cigarette in the dark 
Crackling a melody from end to start 

 

Chorus: 
What is dark but the lack of light? 
What is blue in your reddened eyes? 
What are words without their ink and voice? 
What are greets without goodbyes? 
What is time but the tick and tock? 
Again and again and again? 
What is sleep but the feet’s surrender? 

 

Lazing about like a Labrador 
Full in love with the fire 
Watching all you folk I adore 
Acting rather wired 

 

Rumbling like a thunder in the wind 
Sheets are blowing thrashing I should bring ‘em in 
Belting down like a sky that warned you so 
Lighting up the night for free don’t miss the show 

 

Chorus: 
What is hate but a twisted love? 
What is law but your say-so? 
What is life but a long laid walk 
Between the sky and the ground you know? 
What is tired but a battlefield 
When your eyelids are looking for war? 
What is sleep but the feet’s surrender?

  

THROW IT TO THE SKY 

Fly paper plane 
From the hands you were made  
Dip and dive you’re moving 
Fly paper plane 

 

Into wide-open skies 
Morn noon or night 
I’d never get far without you 
Wide-open sky 

 

Long rolling road 
I don’t care where we go 
Just throw it to the sky 

 

Star-spangled nights 
The hosts to our plight 
A million stars they love you 
While a million more they fight 
(And fuss tonight) 

 

Fall shooting star 
For the brief streak we are 
Let’s throw it to the sky 

 

Full silver moon 
Bound by no more 
Than the depth that we’re breathing 
(Breathe in, breathe out) 

 

Long rolling road 
Onwards we roll 
Wheels turn we’re moving 
Long rolling road 

 

Fly paper plane 
From the hands you were made 
Don’t care where or why 
Just throw it to the sky 

 

Red burning sun 
Old steady one 
Look away to save your eyes 
And throw it to the sky

JOURNEYISM NETWORK

Warwick Thomas @ Sound Concepts Studio (Ph: +613 9587 4133)

Josh Poole (session drummer)

Glen Crawforth @ Epic Brand (sleeve design)

Jarrod Barnes @ Jarrod Barnes Photography

John Ruberto @ Crystal Mastering

Shiran De Soysa @ Implant Media (CD/DVD - Replication and Duplication)

Petra and Walter Brunner @ The Mountain Hostel (Gimmelwald Switzerland)