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Ah, The World! Oh, The World!

  • Light A Fire In The Darkness
  • Show Them All
  • Mend Your Heart
  • Forgive Me, Dear
  • Ah, The World! Oh, The World!
  • Coyote
  • Never Time Enough
  • None of This Really Matters
  • Lucky Man

LYRICS

LIGHT A FIRE IN THE DARKNESS

You wake up with the wind blowing, howling round the world,
You wake up with the wind blowing, drowning all your words.
And it’s always been this way and it’s always been the same,
I light a fire in the darkness, dear, but I get burnt by the flame.

You wake up with the wind blowing, howling round the world,
You wake up with the wind blowing, drowning all your words.
And it’s easier losing hope, dear, and it’s easier to watch it fade,
I’m running out of faith, dear, no better days ahead.

And it’s always been this way, and it’s always been the same.
I light a fire in the darkness, dear, but I get burned by the flame.
I light a fire in the darkness, dear, I do it every day.


All instruments: Tom McRae. recorded on Røvær Island, Norway.


SHOW THEM ALL

You danced so good like a spider had bit you, kicking your heels so high,
the weather man lied and the storm never came on the night Lou Reed died.
And I hear my pulse in my in my pillow it wakes me, a man struggling through the snow,
he says come on, you makeweight, you failure, you also-ran, put on one last show.
And we’ll show them all, yeah we’ll show them all.

I don’t remember the good reviews ever, but I’m haunted by the bad.
Time’s not a wheel it’s a poison-tipped arrow, the good times they’re not coming back.
So sit down and shut up and swallow your medicine… etc

And we’ll show them all, yeah we’ll show them all.

I’ve lived my life like some nameless disaster was waiting outside my door,
Well I read the papers and I know what’s coming, the devil who hides in this storm,
but I don’t see nothing round here that’s worth saving, time for one last song

And we’ll show them all, yeah we’ll show them all….

I lost my home yesterday, yeah I lost my soul yesterday
(sit down and shut up and swallow your medicine)


All instruments Tom McRae, except Hammond organ: Olli Cunningham, Bass: Richard Hammond. Cymbals: Dave Walsh. Recorded on Røvær Island, Norway and Hobart, NY.


MEND YOUR HEART


I am just trying to mend your heart. Yeah I am just trying to mend your heart.

I wake to the sound of waves, and another drowning dream,
and the low moan of the high wind lulls me back to sleep,
and in my dream I’m flying to you

There’s a red house by the water and another in the hills,
and the world turns so recklessly, while I’m trying to stand still
. And I’ve traded lightning for a steering star.

And I am, just trying to mend your heart. Yeah I am, just trying to mend your heart.
Yeah I am, just trying to mend your heart, in a world on fire, in a world on fire, in a world on fire.

Any fool can write a song and say it’s going to be ok,
truth is I’m just hoping for a handful of good days,
I’ve grown good at reading the signs, so fill your glass love, it’s almost time
And I am, just trying to mend your heart. Yeah I am, just trying to mend your heart.
In a world on fire, in a world on fire, in a world on fire.

Yeah I am, just trying to mend your heart. Yeah I am, just trying to mend your heart.
In a world on fire, in a world on fire, in a world on fire.


All instruments: Tom McRae, except cello: Oliver Kraus. Recorded on Røvær Island, Norway and Hobart, NY.

FORGIVE ME, DEAR

I’m just like anybody else I suppose, I’m the sum of all my choices all of my mistakes,
a handful of regrets, guess I’ll add to those
And like the friends that I still have, I try to care a little more, judge a little less, and hold my tongue
most of the time, but everything that I touch, I break or I fuck up, forgive me, dear, forgive me, dear.

And just like any other day I get up, and I put on a shirt and I put on the news and I swallow my rage, but it comes back up.
The one thing you can trust, I’ll turn this gold into rust,
forgive me, dear, forgive me, dear.

Forgive me, love, it’s just my way of getting through the world these days.
If I can’t find a song to sing, I can’t make sense of anything.

And just like any other song that I write, I’m trying to comfort myself, steady my nerve, share my despair, and I apologise. And, darling you were right, I’ve lived my days clothed in the night, forgive me, dear, forgive me, dear etc….


All instruments Tom McRae, except trombone and French horn: Brad Gordon. Recorded on Røvær Island, Norway and Hobart, NY, and Los Angeles.


AH, THE WORLD! OH, THE WORLD!


Father, forgive me the sin of hopelessness. Father, forgive me the sin of despair.
I have no faith that’s worth the candle, I see darkness everywhere.
Still I carve a cross in my boot heel, pin a pilgrim’s shell to my chest,
I’m a drowning man my eyes turned to heaven, cursing God with my dying breath.

Ah, the world! Oh, the world!

A purse is just a rag if there’s nothing in it, dear, and babe if we were rich those days are gone,
and I have had enough of this rough magic, I’ll drown my book of songs five fathoms down.
And I have come to face up to my failure, seems I was wrong all along, I’ve never been much use to anyone, a telescope in the land of the midnight sun.

And Ah, the world! Oh, the world!

Father forgive me the sin of hopelessness, father forgive me the sin of despair, I have no faith that’s worth the candle, I see darkness everywhere.


All instruments Tom McRae, except cello Oliver Kraus. Cymbals: Dave Walsh. Recorded on Røvær Island, Norway and Hobart, NY.


COYOTE


The coyote calls, the coyote calls to me, put down your guitar, brother come run with me,
alone ‘neath the stars, we’ll be finally free.

And the coyote calls, the coyote knows my name, says brother be sure, to live with the choice you make.

And the coyote calls, the coyote howls to the wind, the whales and the wolves, brother we all need to sing.


NEVER TIME ENOUGH

The high whine of the rumble strip, lover I think I fell asleep at the wheel, Lord I feel so tired.
Remember when this was all brand new, the only thing that we wanted to do with time
was bottle it like wine.

But come on, lover, drink it up, come on, lover, drink it up, there was never time enough, and this could be our final cup, so come on, lover, drink it up.

There were times when I wondered if we’d survive in a world like this, it’s been so long, put all my faith in songs, and I lose track of the speeding days, in the mirror a stranger’s face, but I don’t mind, all this time was a gift.

So come on, lover, drink it up, come on, lover, drink it up, there was never time enough, we were always in a rush. So come on, lover, drink it up, come on, lover drink it up. There was never time enough, so come on, lover, drink it up.


All instruments Tom McRae, except cello Oliver Kraus, Hammond: Olli Cunningham, double-bass: Richard Hammond. Recorded in Hobart, NY.


NONE OF THIS REALLY MATTERS

Sorry to be late, I was busy tempting fate, guess that’s always been my role.
And I’ve been walking to the beat of every funeral I meet, it’s been November in my soul.
I spent the winter tying knots, spent the summer getting lost
’til I could not see the shore, and I was chasing fame and love,
turns out none of them’s enough, I do not want this any more, I do not want this any more.

‘cos none of this really matters, none of this really matters, none of this really matters any more

Well my fear once filled the skies like a Red-winged blackbird cry, but I’m done with that it seems.
Go ahead and light my funeral pyre, I’ve escaped more beds on fire than I have had sweet dreams.
And I used to duck a punch, drink myself no longer drunk, now I’m running down the clock.
And there’s a flag flying on my street, one of permanent defeat, but I do not give a fuck, no I do not give a fuck.

‘cos none of this really matters, none of this really matters, none of this really matters any more.
No none of this really matters, none of this really matters, none of this really matters any more.

Well my country it’s gone made and every way it turns out bad
tell me again what it is you think you’ve won?
And don’t sell me your cheap hope, I’ll take a length of good strong rope, it’ll serve me when time comes.
And we’ve drained the future dry and now we’re eyeing up the sky like there’s time to save the race,
yeah and there’s nothing left to steal, we’re pissing on the rear right wheel like we’re headed into space, like we’re headed into space.

And from the island to the hills, got my own white whale to kill, I’m still haunted by the ghost.
Yeah but I still hear the call, a Catskill Eagle in my soul, yeah and I got more than most,
yeah I got more than most, yeah I got more than most.

‘cos none of this really matters, none of this really matters, none of this really matters any more.
No none of this really matters, none of this really matters, none of this really matters any more.

In a world on fire, a world on fire, in a world on fire, a world on fire

none of this really matters, none of this really matters, none of this really matters any more.
None of this really matters, none of this really matters, none of this really matters any more.


All instruments Tom McRae. Thanks to Sebastian Biss for the cello hire. Recorded on Røvær Island, Norway and Hobart, NY, and Wiltshire, UK.


LUCKY MAN

It’s hard to keep a thought in my head, I swing from being blue to only seeing red, and it’s hard to find the line to colour in between.
There’s green in my blue eyes and those things I run towards, they run away from me.
I’ve done my best, I’ve checked and second-guessed, but I suppose now this is who I am.
It’s time to admit, that babe if this it, well after all, I’m a lucky man, yeah after all, I’m a lucky man, yeah after all, I’m a lucky man.

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