'Archive': Demos, Out​-​takes and One​-​offs 1995​-​2000

by Penelope Swales

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These 16 songs are taken from Penelope's extensive personal archive of previously unreleased recordings made at various locations between December 1995 and December 2000.

The first six songs, along with track 16 were recorded in December 2000 at Soundhouse Studios. This three-hour "live to tape" session was designed to document long-standing core songs from Penelope's live repertoire that had never been formally recorded. These songs were produced by John Durr and engineered by Siiri Metsar.

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released January 7, 2001

Penelope Swales - Vocals, guitar, stomp box
Wayne Gillespie - Guitar and backing vocals on Track 8
Jan Preston - Piano, Backing vocals on track 7.

Tracks 1-6, 16 recorded at Soundhouse Studio. Produced by John Durr, enginered by Siiri Metsar.
All other tracks produced by Penelope Swales

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Track Name: Dizzy Edge of Freedom
Dizzy Edge of Freedom

© Penelope Swales

I see you
Standin' on
The dizzy edge of freedom
But it takes courage to take the leap
On the edge
I hold my breath
To see you soarin', but
Will you do it?

Here's a story
'Bout a very talented man that I once knew
Who could write song and tell stories
That put all the hardest things
About life into words for me,
And every time I saw him I felt
New worlds opening up before me
I wished the world could hear him sing

He played guitar and sang in a band
That played in a town that some people call a city
And sometimes worked his nine-to-five
And sometimes schemed his unemployed schemes
And came from a culture that said
Tryin' to live for music is a foolish dream
And you must be stable and serene

I saw you standin' on
A stage that I'd just stepped from
"Who's the spunk with the guitar?"
We both thought
I drove miles
Out of my way to drive you home and
You said, "I'm sorry, It's not to be,
I've been well and truly caught."

And you said
"As my thirties yawn before me
I'm getting edgy.
I've always dabbled, but never done
I have stayed safe,
Stayed close to the hearth
Close to love
Ah, but something's gonna have to give soon."

I wheeled wide, far in my
Orbit of the East Coast
The next time through, I cocked my ear
A hunted smile, a matter of time
You said "I love her
But I can't keep shedding these tears"

Gossip and debate were raging
'Bout your behaviour
Then Rome crumbled in a day
Amid the cries of accusation
The condemnation
We took our chance
In the warm afternoon,
For one sweet hour we lay

I held my breath
To see what you'd do next
Would you take the chance and fly away
To where opportunities lay
You were making plans
That changed and changed and changed again
In the unexpected fragile dawn of a new day
I think you were realisin' you were
Gonna have to go away

I saw you
Wrestlin' with a
Stage that I have been through
I takes courage to follow dreams
Livin' with the
Fear of failure
Takes getting used to
To leave your home and what that means

Amid all your intoxication
The exhilaration
I could see the fear of freedom in your eyes
In your moment of doubt and hesitation
There was somebody waiting
And she took the chance to secure her prize

The next I heard,
The new word was
- well, maybe next year
And I knew next year would never come
And I hear your
New lover
Don't like to share you with the music
she's gonna feed those fears
And keep you close to home

Darlin', love is not always the answer
Sometimes it's a cancer
You can swap one prison, one lover
For another
On and on and never have to
Face your life

I saw you
Standin' on
The dizzy edge of freedom
But it takes courage to take the leap
On the edge
I held my breath to see you soarin', but
You didn't do it

Here's a story
'Bout a very talented man that I once knew
But like so many others of us
When he got the chance to make his dreams come true
He hesitated, deliberated
Liberation is scary and new and well,
He didn't do it

It's just a story
'Bout a very talented man that I once knew
Who could write song and tell stories
That put all the hardest things
About life into words for me,
And every time I saw him I felt
New worlds opening up before me
And I wish you could have heard him sing
Track Name: Amy's Okay
Words and music ©Matt Radford
Amy's Okay

© Matt Radford

Amy's very bored
She's skint and feeling so bad
Because she's unemployed
She wants to play bass in a real speed-metal band

Amy's got a new haircut
Didn't make her feel a whole lot better
When her boyfriend tried to break up
He couldn't say it to her face so he put it in a letter

Amy spends her day
Walking 'round St Kilda
Where she always says "g'day!"
To all the people that she meets that's why they think she's so peculiar

Chorus:
But she's so strong
When she gets her head together
But it hurts to see that sadness in her eyes
She's so strong
But she changes like the weather
And it's hard to find the confidence inside

Amy needs her friends
So she meets them at the Espy
In the small cafe at 10
Amy reads their future in their peppermint tea

Amy tells her friends
About her major new disaster
Well the guy's run off again
And her friends agree with her when she says all men are bastards

Repeat chorus

Amy wants to change
So she writes five affirmations
And she chants them every day
But her attempts at meditation always end up in frustration

Amy's sick of tears
And she's tired of all the fighting
Well, she wants to cut her fears
She hates playing the game, but it makes it more exciting

Repeat chorus

But Amy's okay, Amy's okay
Amy's okay, Amy's okay
Amy's okay, Amy's okay
Amy's okay, Amy's okay.
Track Name: Shoe
I won't keep you too long from anything
I'll tell you the reason why I did ring
This morning I was cleanin' up my room
I'm getting it together, not to speak too soon
I found your shoe
You left it didn't you?
With all my shit it's been a year or two
But anyway,
I found your shoe

I found a little music box
Some Peter Jackson Extra Mild
An old pair of jocks saying
"born to be wild"
A copy of Tropic of Cancer
That's yours as well
I didn't find an answer
But what the hell,
I found your shoe
You left it didn't you?
With all my shit it's been a year or two
But anyway,
I found your shoe
Track Name: Steel-Hearted Annie
Steel-Hearted Annie


© Kath Tait


Steel Hearted Annie came home from work
Through the park in the dark where the rapist lurked
Behind the bushes and about to attack
With the cold wind whistling across his back
He pounced on Annie coz she was slim
Coz she looked so frail and feminine
But he wouldn't have done it if he only knew
That she was a master of Kung Fu!



Chorus:

Steel-Hearted Annie with an iron will
Looks about as frail as a daffodil
But you don't take a chance with a small slim dame
With a punch like a piston on a steam train


Steel-Hearted Annie don't like to pose
Like a trembling victim in a movie show
She gets mad when she's in distress
Like an animal in the wilderness
There's nothing she wouldn't do to survive
Got a strong desire to stay alive
And she looks cute in pink or blue
But she is a master of kung fu

repeat chorus


Steel-Hearted Annie lived near a jail
Where a psycho-killer was released on bail
He crept stealthily through the night
Broke into her house to give her a fright
And the cold wind whistled through the window frames
Made a sound like ghost rattlin' chains
But the psycho-killer ran for his life
When he saw Annie comin' with the carving knife!


repeat chorus

Steel-hearted Annie told all her friends
Ya gotta stand up to violence
She went to classes and learned to fight
Now she's not afraid to walk around at night
She's a great big shark in a little tin can
A little firecracker with a great big bang
So just be careful what you do
Coz Annie's now a master of Kung Fu!
Track Name: Tin God (the Fucked Song)
Tin God (the Fucked Song)
© Penelope Swales

You seem to have some cosy thought
That is I saw your point of view
That I would say it’s all okay
Bless your forehead and absolve you
You seem to think that I’ve got nothing
Better to do
That to kiss your arse after all the crap you’ve put me through

O, poor baby, how you’ve suffered over me
For three long years you’ve made me
The brunt of all your fantasies
How irritating, how frustrating
This relationship has been
Coz you couldn’t make me be the one
You thought that I should be

And don’t go thinking I don’t think
That what you’ve done is fucked
I think it’s fucked
I think it’s really fucked
And don’t go raisin’ your nose sayin’
I don’t understand
I understand
But I still think it’s fucked
Don’t you understand that I understand
And I still think it’s fucked
Yeah

But you’ve been looking for the big one
You’ve been looking out for number one
Every love that comes your way
You’re trying to elevate it
Artificially inflate it
To some legendary status
But no-one’s gonna love you – not like you do!
Why should they?
If they don’t get no joy out of you
And if the love you’re looking for
Ever comes your way
You might find that you can’t have it
Unless you abdicate

You make a god of your own desires
Just coz you want it doesn’t make it right
I think you’d be well advised
To pay some thought to what gives love its light.
Just a little bit to what you might give
Instead of being so preoccupied
With all these things to which
You’ve got it in your head that you’re so entitled
Such a disappointment I have been to you, it’s true
But in spite of your love for me
I really have loved you

And you don’t seem to understand
Why I don’t wanna be your friend
Why all your justifications
Have led me to this bitter end
Why I’m not sure I’d ever wanna
Come near you again
Coz there’s just no way I can condone
Your version of events

And my bed is no place for the faint-hearted, honey
And I hate to be so honest
But you never even started to be brave enough, darlin
So although I know your motivations
I can’t play along
Coz you’re not the deity
You wanna be to me
No matter how you carry on

And don’t go thinking I don’t think
That what you’ve done is fucked
I think it’s fucked
I think it’s really fucked
And don’t go raisin’ your nose sayin’
I don’t understand
I understand
But I still think it’s fucked
Don’t you understand that I understand
And I still think it’s fucked
And don’t go wringin’ your hands thinkin’
I don’t feel for you
Sweetheart, I do
Sweetheart I really do
But don’t you understand that I understand
And I still think it’s fucked

That you make a god of your own desires
Wantin’ somethin’ don’t make it right
I think you’d be so well advised
To pay some thought to what gives love its light.
Just a little bit to what you might give
Instead of being so damn preoccupied
With all these things to which
You’ve got it in your head that you’re so entitled
Such a disappointment I have been to you, it’s true
But in spite of your love for me
I really have loved you
Ah---------
Track Name: Poor Dim Sally
Poor Dim Sally
© Kath Tait

Poor Dim Sally from old Vim Valley
She was taken in by the Moonies
Her friends said they would rather be dead
Than sucked in by a bunch of loonies
Her mother cried and her father nearly died
To see their Sally being hypnotised
And listening to strange philosophical lies
And giving all her money to the Guru

While dancing to the tune of the Reverend Moon
Sally was benevolent and breezy
But it made her sad to see her mum and her dad
Being hypnotised by the TV
And giving all their money to the politicians
Who wasted it all on their greedy ambitions
And Sally was obsessed with her dubious position
Enlisting more disciples for the Guru

Poor Dim Sally from old Vim Valley
She went knocking on doors
Proclaiming the news and explaining her view
And naming the Moonies’ laws
Until she came upon a mysterious charmer
Who appeared at the door in his pink pyjamas
And talked her into following the Dalai Lama
And that’s how she was rescued from the Moonies

Sally took the ferry to a monastery
Whereupon she shaved her head
Her mother cried and her father said “Why
Is our Sally so easily led?”
The deprogrammers came to unscramble her brain
But their threats and bribes were all in vain
And Sally’s poor mother, she did complain
“Why can’t we all just be nice Presbyterians?”

Poor Dim Sally from old Vim Valley
Was ordered to 11 days fasting
But her need for food was so basic and crude
And she really wasn’t very good at lasting
When they found her hiding behind a tree
With a marmite sandwich and a cup of tea
She said “I wouldn’t be a failure spiritually
If I was the leader of my very own religion…”

So she became the leader of her own fringe sect
She got all of the money and all of the respect
And she made her disciples swear an oath
To eat their way to spiritual growth
Have another sausage roll, have another cream bun
She said as she sat on her big, fat bum
She said “We’ll all be saved from being eternally glum
In Sally’s Own Original Religion!”
Track Name: Already Begun (with Jan Preston)
Already Begun
© Penelope Swales 1995
My heart hangs like a ripe fruit. Hangs before your eyes, a perfect peach. 
If you would pluck me now, and press me to your lips, all my sweetness, all 
my juices, and the fine fur of my skin, sun-warm, would burst into your 
mouth. My heart hangs like an over-ripe fruit in the baking sun. Hangs 
before your eyes, a perfect, dripping fig. If you don't pluck me now, I may 
well start fermenting. An alcoholic repungence, a bitter wine. In the baking 
sun, attacked by these, the grubs of doubt. I believe this process has 
already begun, I believe....... If my heart should hang too long. Hang 
before your eyes, in the baking sun while you make no move, well I could 
fall on the ground and rot, disgusting underneath your feet. But I would 
probably hang on. Dried by the sun and wind, smaller and smaller and harder 
and more withered - this sun-dried fruit in the baking sun. Anyone who 
dared to bite me (hard enough), bring me the moisture from their lips, might 
find me still good, if somewhat tough, I believe this process has already 
begun, I believe this process has already begun......My heart hangs a 
withered fruit. Hangs before your eyes in the naked branches, in the 
setting sun. Silhouette against the sky, in the raw ozone of autumn. Hangs 
dormant, hangs prepared to sleep through this pending winter. The kernel 
lodged inside may still make its way to the loving endometrium of earth. I 
believe this process has already begun.
Track Name: Madness, Mines and Mortgages
Madness, Mines and Mortgages
© Penelope Swales

With my head down and my bum in the air
I'm getting on with my life
While all around me, those profiteers
Are creating more mess and more strife
I know so many good people
And we're all doing the same
Just staying abreast of daily life
While greed and chaos reigns

Way in the North of our Southern land
A handful of sanity fights
To stop a mine that nobody wants
And protect all our obvious rights
Meanwhile down in the cities and towns
No-one gives it a thought
Oh, yeah we all know that it's madness
At least that much we've been taught

It's madness, madness
I tell you, we're all mad
And those little men in those great big companies
I tell you they're all mad
The money and the machinery
The greed of the nuclear industry
You'd have to be both brave and crazy
To pit yourself against that
But the ones that do and the only sane ones
And everyone else is mad

We're selling our souls for the simple things
Like a house and a family
Then we're stuck in a mill of paying the bills
And don't it keep us distracted and busy?
While the young and the wild with no mortgage or child
Are left to save our land and our oceans
Branded as fools with no money or tools
Facing the fight on their own

It's madness, madness
I tell you, we're all mad
And those little men in the Westpac offices
I tell you they're all mad
The money and the machinery
The greed of the nuclear industry
You'd have to be both brave and crazy
To pit yourself against that
But the ones that do and the only sane ones
Everyone else is mad

The intelligent poor who know what the score is
Are trying to wake up our intellect
While the media tells us the Kooris and ferals
Ain't got no facts or respect
Being pushed around, it's tough on the ground
When you don't look like the locals do in the town
But they're the only ones that can see what's coming
And the rest of us are too bogged down

It's madness, madness
I tell you, we're all mad
And that little man on Parliament hill
I tell you he's stone mad
The money and the machinery
The greed of the nuclear industry
You'd have to be deaf dumb and crazy
To pit yourself against that
But the ones that do and the only sane ones
Everyone else is mad

And that's the only explanation
I can find for the crap that goes down in this Nation
Just a few tryin' to find a solution yeah
And everybody else is mad
Being hypnotised by our daily lives
And don't that make me mad!
Track Name: Nelly van Dale
Nelly Van Dale
© Adele Pickvance

This is the story of Nelly Van Dale
She lived in a house that was dark green and pale
She grew green tomatoes with planted old bark
And she smoked her tobacco in the cupboard at dark

She had no friends coz they said she was strange
They let her be all alone.
So she talked to herself and she talked to the walls
Waiting for darkness to fall

And Nelly was born in the wrong year
With the wrong kind of people around her
She was mistaken
In the old streets of Rochdale

Nelly had a brother, a fine young chap
With his perfect wife and his perfect hat
He decided that Nelly should not live alone
So he did what he thought was right

He took her to stay in his house for awhile
He helped her move all her things
Little did she know that once she was there
Her garden would become overgrown…

And Nelly was born in the wrong year
With the wrong kind of people around her
She was mistaken
In the old streets of Rochdale

He locked the door and took charge of the key
Letting her out for just supper and tea
The rest of her life, it was spent in this room
Looking for dark cupboards to escape all her gloom

She lasted five years, and then she did die
A sorrowful death, they declared
I remember their words “It was for the best, you know”
She grew crazier as time went by

And Nelly was born in the wrong year
With the wrong kind of people around her
She was mistaken
In the old streets of Rochdale
In the old streets of Rochdale
In the old streets of Rochdale
Track Name: Intimate Detachment
Intimate Detachment
© Penelope Swales

Sit down with your books
And search for wisdom, boy
Dissect the human heart
Pronounce its weaknesses
Arm yourself for combat
Take position, yeah
Must admit I’m puzzled
By your defensiveness

To hasty then too humble,
Too tense and then you fumble
But honeychild, I tell you
There’s no need
Seems to me you can’t enjoy
The things we might explore
Coz you’re too busy worrying
‘Bout what it’s supposed to be

Daffodils in their bright simplicity
Have a wisdom you can’t see
But you can sense it, yeah
So you’ve thrust a handful at me
I believe you’re hoping they’ll tell me something
Something that you can’t
About intimate detachment

When I’m not wrong,
You hasten to correct me, yeah
It’s just that you’re not listening
To what I’ve said
When I’m not insecure
You rush to comfort, hmm
When I’m not asking, you advise
On what I haven’t shared

Why all this need to feel superior?
It seems to me you see
Everything in terms so linear
Well it doesn’t need to be
It’s all so depressingly familiar
I’ve heard it all before
Intimate detachment

Everywhere around you,
Life is right in front of you
Relax, take its hand
It’s not trying to make fun of you

And now it seems to me you’re scared
You’ve set some kind of precedent
In all your ruminations
You neglect to ask me how I’ve felt
We could so easily
Dispel all of this mystery
But maybe you don’t like that either
Maybe this way you have more power

Than if I just said
Hey – it doesn’t matter
I’m easy either way
I would willingly embrace you
Or save it for some other Jay
Why the rush to create distance
When you asked me to stay?
Intimate detachment


Daffodils in their bright simplicity
Have a wisdom you can’t see
But you can sense it, yeah
So you thrust this handful at me
I believe you’re hoping they’ll tell me something
What – something I don’t know?
About intimate detachment

Everywhere around you,
Life is right in front of you
Relax, take its hand
It’s not trying to make fun of you

Everywhere around you,
And I am right in front of you
Relax, take my hand
I’m only trying to be friends with you
Track Name: Ocean
Ocean
© Penelope Swales

In the ocean of emotion I was a small boat
He was my mooring, but he let me drift away
When the rope fell in the water
He made no move to retrieve it
It didn’t happen quickly
I watched the distance grow between us
So you see I set sail by default
Straining for his reaching fingers,
But they never came

In this ocean of emotion I am directly in the waves
You are the sand beneath my feet, ever present, ever changing
The shoreline dark and dangerous
Embodies all my past experience
That I must navigate by
But not too close, because it’s treacherous
Sometimes I’m well out of my depth
But you know I get a toehold when you smile

Dry land is deceptive in its safety
The clash between the shore and sea
Is where my lust for living takes me
Ohh------

My feelings come up like the tide
You are the rocks so sure and stable
But sometimes the waves hide
You could be my shelter from the storm
Something to cling to and hold onto
You could be the cruel surface
I could be dashed to bits upon you
Safe harbour I still sometime need
We all know the hard part is gliding in between the reefs

Dry land is deceptive in its safety
The passion ‘tween the shore and sea
Is where my lust for living takes me
Ohh------
Track Name: Confidante
Confidante
© Penelope Swales

You put in my hands so much trust
You gave me your diary
From a time when your life
Was heaving and changing
The roller-coaster ride
Left my stomach behind on the sharp bends
I was quite ill by the time it ended

So much passion gone to waste
Tell me about it
You have held me, I’ve hid my face
And cried my grief out, it
Does no good, it heals no scars
I’m sorry folks,
But it does take more than a good cry to heal a broken heart.

Lovers may come and lovers may go
But you are my confidante
Our love may cruise or our love may grow
But you can be confident
Of my heart
Of my continuing regard
People might think I’m foolish,
But I’ve long since ceased to care.

The tangled knot of wrongness in a life
We contemplate it
We hesitate to use our knife
For its irrevocable nature
We are trapped, held in
By an army of what-might-have-beens
And still more dangerous,
That phalanx of what-ifs

So much passion gone to waste
You tell me about it
I have held you, you’ve hid your face
And cried your grief out, it
Does no good, it heals no scars
What you like about me
Is that I know it takes more than a good cry to heal a broken heart.

Lovers may come and lovers may go
But I am your confidante
Our love may ebb or our love may flow
But I can be confident
Of my heart
Of my continuing regard
People might think you’re foolish,
But I know you’ve ceased to care.

And lying in someone else’s arms
The thoughts that pierce a late-night bed
I wonder if there’s anybody else I’ve ever met
Who understands the grief and tears and blood I’ve shed
Track Name: Bush Bloom
Bush Bloom
© Penelope Swales

Does a flower hesitate to bloom
Knowing a blaze in the bush may well consume
How does a flower face the flame?
Does it know in its secret heart
The bush must burn to bloom again?

When the birds whisper your name
You will find the strength to face it
Find the strength to face the unknown
When the scorched earth is soothed by cooling rain
You will find the strength to be there
Find the strength to be where you are now

You have become part of these trees
Your life force can be felt within the ashes of these leaves
That will become the new soil of the land
Where deep-sleeping tubers
Send forth their life again

When the wind whispers her name in our ears
We will find the strength to face it
Find the strength to face that she’s gone
When our scorched hearts are soothed by healing tears
We will find the strength to be here
Find the strength to be who we are now

A flower bloomed with its roots in the soil
That also strived to understand the sky
Looking for the logic in the stars
Yearning for the logic in our hearts
A star in the grass, echoes a star in the sky
We all strive to understand this thing?
Do you realise the beauty that you are
In the grass or in the sky, sweet star

A flower only blooms for a short time
To gladden the hearts of those who would appreciate
Such subtle beauty in a life
Our hearts and blackened and austure
But sure as new growth follows fire
We will once more come into bloom

When the birds whisper your name
You will find the strength to face it
Find the strength to face the unknown
When the scorched earth is soothed by cooling rain
You will find the strength to be there
Find the strength to be where you are now

When the wind whispers her name in our ears
We will find the strength to face it
Find the strength to face that she’s gone
When our scorched hearts are soothed by healing tears
We will find the strength to be here
Find the strength to be who we are now

And in the warm months of the year
If you look closely, you will find her here
Where Christmas Bells are blooming
They sing her soul
They sing the soul of her red hair
Sweet Claire.
Track Name: Cusp (live at Woodford Folk Festival)
Cusp
© Penelope Swales 1995
Something about the day
Makes me just want to sleep all day
Something 
about the wind
Makes me want to let my mind blow away, blow away

Something 
about the sun,
Makes me just want to doze all day
Something about the 
temperature
Makes me want to dream on, dream on
My dreams get stranger as 
my sleep gets lighter

I can hear the sound of distant activity,
But the 
cocoon of heat and light around me,
Defeats all movement,
Seduces all 
motivation,
Dilutes all clarity

The wind moves the leaves in the trees,
A 
passing pensioner's just a mirage
And I'm so far away,
So far away,
From 
wherever or whatever it was that I began

Something about the dry
Makes me 
just want to cry all night
But if this desert's inside me,
How can I water 
it
With salt tears from the outside?
It has its own delicate ecology
And 
salt enough to ruin a richer plain
I need the relief of rain
I need the 
relief of rain
To rinse it all away

My heart goes out to greet the wind
I 
never realised how much I had been missing
The movement of the air,
The 
presence of unseen forces
Calmness is sometimes harder to navigate than any 
storm
And I have been becalmed
And now the breeze caresses me,
Suspended 
here in my
New-found, blue-bound
Isolation.
Track Name: Follow in your Wake (live at Woodford Folk Festival)
Follow in your wake
© Penelope Swales 1991

Find me where your echo lays
Where you led me down
Through the mornin’ fog and the evenin’ haze
In the smell of the high, dry grass
I followed in your wake

Lead me down the road to the foreshore
Never seen fields so close to the sea before
Walkin’ down through the cutting,
Felt like the air there held it’s own fire

Silver-white, the fireflies
Winkin’ in and out of the dark, they were
Hangin’ in their own light
And if it hadn’t seemed to me
That I was half-way to faerie
I wouldn’t have believed my eyes

And now I’m travelin’ down the road
My head’s too congested to see the sky and trees
I’m carryin’ my own load
And you see me walkin’ down
My head’s still back in town
Under my own personal black cloud
And you see me feelin’ down
From a distance
And you come amblin’ down
You seek me out

You’ll find me where your echo lays
You knew that I’d come back here one of these days
You’ll find me followin’ your scent
Maybe not even realising that that was my intention
But when you met me down in the high, dry grass
You knew exactly what I meant
And you lay me down in the high, dry grass
I knew exactly what you meant

Ahh….

And you see me feelin’ down
From a distance
And you come amblin’ down
You seek me out
You’ll find me where your echo lays
You’ll find em wanderin’ around in a deep-blue fog,
In a light-blue haze
And in the smell of the high, dry grass
I’ll follow in your wake
And the smell of the high, dry grass
Ever leads me back to that day
In the smell of the high, dry grass
I’ll follow in your wake