Running from your lovers to the covers of the others who will tell you they are brothers and then dissapear for ever and they never say, that do they?
Calling all the shots to carve a plot with what you got but there is not a real release from what they say is a disease, and it is all a play, honestly.

What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re not worth fixing, we need more stitching.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re beyond repair, don’t even go there.

Talking up the town since you began to come around and found a passage underground to places where they keep the sound, of all this rage, another age.
Preaching from the hip about the trip that you will take to strip away the lies and grip what lies beneath between your teeth, and we are tuning in, and out again.

What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re not worth fixing, we need more stitching.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re beyond repair, don’t even go there.

Listen to your soul and fill it up with rock and roll and fold away the notes you stole before they realise you’re gone, into the sunset, we haven’t left yet.
Tidy up up your things clean out your head dream from your bed of broken wings that fly like lead to keep the thousand stings in check and reach the bones of it, these new clothes won’t fit.

What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re not worth fixing, we need more stitching.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re beyond repair, don’t even go there.

What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We need more time, to cross those lines.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We have no more money and it’s no longer funny.

So a verse-
Am G D (fingerpicked)
then…
G Bm C G as a chorus
The verse and chorus don’t sit that well, not a totally natural transition, but it does sound ok.

Then lyrics…

I guess it’s a rest from ourselves.
Must be a test to see what is real.
I should have confessed many times already.
Just see if we keep our ends of the deal.

I’m hoping to learn enough to be ready.
though I forget far too fast to know.
I need some new wheels to drive to distraction.
Wherever I get I’ll put them on show.

(chorus)
And it takes real heart to kick start the changes we need.
Now it’s high time we down tools and follow a lead.
We think long we think hard we’re standing still.
We can go slow sink so low empty our fill.

Time to take stock, find out who we are.
Changing the locks, chasing the clocks that tell us when.
Believing in doubt, if it gets out, will take us so far.
When getting about this kind of drought again.

My collection of thoughts, numbers and noughts, makes me nervous.
The meaning of I when I’m getting by is not worth a fee.
Criss crossing the land with pencil in hand, so impervious.
Somewhere to go, something to do, someone to be.

(chorus)
And it takes real heat to kick start the changes that we need.
Now it’s high time we down tools and follow a lead.
Well we think long and we think hard while standing still.
Yeah we can go slow sink so low empty our fill.

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

Lately, closed Eyes.

Soft touch, sweet rush.

Wasted, pulled punch.

See you, Follow through.

See you, Feel So blue.

Who spoke? Bad joke.

Hardly, half broke.

Good times, good things.

Poor rhymes, round swings.

See you, follow through.

See you, feel so blue.

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.

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!

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

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

Now the motion explodes, we are forced to forge on,
Moved to let go and make tracks.
In the pitch of the night, in the grip of what’s gone,
You’re hands are tracing right back.

*************************
And I can feel the hail, when it beats on my head,
Feel the wind tear at my skin.
But I don’t really care if I’m saturated,
These storms come from within.
*************************
Only so much to hold us back from the brink,
And keep us from blowing apart.
Just a few minutes more, relax now don’t think-
Take thoughtlessness down to an art.

So you’re leaving tomorrow, all packed to depart.
May your feet always land soft and sure.
I’m so tired of false starts, of cold beats in warm hearts,
Something old, borrowed, and blue.

*************************
I can hear the hail, when it beats on my skin,
Feel the wind tear through my head.
But I don’t really care, if I’m saturated,
These storms all come from within.

I can hear the rain, droplets of lead,
And there’s nowhere for me to hide.
But I don’t really care, if I’m saturated,
All these storms come from inside.
*************************
verse
Am C G A7
Am C G or E7

chorus
C |A7| C |G |C |A7 |E7
3 | 0 | 3 | 0 | 3 | 0 | 0
5 | 1 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 1 | 0
5 | 0 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 0 | 1
5 | 2 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 2 | 0
0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 2
x | x | x | 3 | x | 0 | 0

You been running away, calling out names
And it’s a lot on your plate, give it away
ohh, down, to the underground
ohh down, away from the crowd

Too long hanging around, and you know you’re not moving
It’s the same old story that you’re really improving
ohh, down, picking up purpose
all round, riches are worthless

You’ve been Lying awake and waiting for someone
but your patience is shot, you chase away what comes
And I don’t know how you can wait for your life
No I don’t know how you can wait on your love
I don’t know how you can wait for the man above
I don’t know how you can wait all your life

When the weather is wintery
But your clothes are not worn
You can afford to go spend
But you just cannot own
And your charity unchallenged
You are drifting away
And hopelessly groping see
It fade as you start to say

You been playing your cards, and coming up trumps
But they’re just playing along, to make themselves feel good
As they go down, and follow the sound
ohh go, no use sticking around

down here
In the pits of your mind
down here
Don’t know what you might find

le chords: Em C G D

you
will never pass this way
not your kind of place
Though I can live with that
I’d much prefer to stay

will,
you float above these things?
no fading in these dreams
washed away in bits
returning old receipts

feel,
unsettled strangeness soon,
complete will never do,
washed away in chunks
when chasing winds that blew

hope,
will echo and extend
arc across the dawn
spill down here again
wander into town

soon,
switch back to losing track
of what it is we’re at
changes building back
ambition falling flat