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Wax On The Melt
04:26
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My record sleeves are scattered all around
And my candles have burnt down
Your disappointed not surprised though at this vagrant that you’ve found
And I’m dry and down
I didn’t make it to bed
As my eyes fail on me
I get this pain in my head
I feel like wax on the melt
I think I’ll throw in this hand that this morning’s dealt
Let’s take a drive towards the coastline
And find a breeze to blow away my cares
You’re disappointed not surprised though
But must you tell me so with a dirty glare
Yes I’m dry and down
Won’t you put me to bed
I’ll never touch another drop
How many times that I’ve said
I feel like wax on the melt
I think I’ll throw in this hand that this morning’s dealt
You know I’m yearning but never learning
Never acting on your reactions
You know you’re no help when I feel like this
You know you want to and you’re going to
Try and shame me though I don’t blame you
But when you tease me oh how it brings me down
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2. |
Good Morning Midnight
03:29
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Well in the heat things turn from bad to worse
You hear them laugh and you hear them curse
You see their flags in their window panes
And the evening pulls again
All folks that you meet you can separate
Some will drain and some radiate
Some defend and some may attack
Like this boy with a devil on his back
I think that I may have finally seen the light
I’d wager that I’ve awoken from the dark
I’ll say good morning, good morning midnight
I’m going to give what I get
I don’t recall what I did but he dropped to the floor
I saw two numbers dialled; I didn’t wait for one more
I put some space in between me and that town
Until the blisters brought me down
I think that I may have finally seen the light
I’d wager that I’ve awoken from the dark
I’ll say good morning, good morning midnight
I’m going to give what I get
Well I heard on the street that he got what was due
I aint one to judge but I guess that its true
Still my days are long and my nights are jet black
Spent with a devil on my back
Spent with a devil on my back
Spent with a devil on my back
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3. |
Ten Past Ten
03:31
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The boredoms hit me and my heads turned to the wall
The toilet’s backed up and the smell it does appal
I’m not sure I need to be on this train right now
A man in a track suit takes a seat right opposite me
He feels like talking as he knocks back can number three
I don’t think I should be sitting this out for you
Because I know that you’ve been a-putting me down, you’ve been a-running around
You know you’re letting me down
But still my world gets a little bit brighter when you smile
I crack my fingers, stretch my legs and I scratch my head
I thumb the pages of a book that’s not going to get read
I’m not sure I need to be on this train right now
This man keeps talking and keeps putting this world to rights
I nod politely hoping soon he’s going to alight
I don’t think I should be sitting this out for you
Because I know that you’ve been a-putting me down, you’ve been a-running around
You know you’re letting me down
But still my world gets a little bit brighter when you smile
The many times I’ve placated or felt too sedated to speak my mind
And even so it’s all noted, it seems I have voted to tow your line
Because I know that you’ve been a-putting me down, you’ve been a-running around
You know you’re letting me down
But still my world gets a little bit brighter when you smile
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4. |
Sway
04:27
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The last time I felt like this I was fourteen
Wearing big brother hand me downs and frayed jeans
Everywhere I go I, I see you
Be it daylight or dark sky I feel you
Why do I stay on the line once you’ve hung up
Should my unanswered messages get me so strung up
A little lesson in patience wouldn’t teach me
And no way to regain your grace is beneath me
See you’ve swayed me...
And I know that you have taken something of mine
Still you’re paying out and putting it far and wide
You could say it’s not healthy but it’s no crisis
I’m a world of bad habits and toxic vices
And everywhere I go I, I see you
Be it daylight or dark sky I feel you
See you’ve swayed me
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5. |
American Mud
03:50
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I’ve caught the sun and how my nose it peels, my ears they feel like toast
I’ve seen some people heard some funny talk and feel like I’ve crossed the moon
I’ve been down canyons and vallies on roads not ten feet wide
Then I’m strung out in Columbus bathing in it’s neon light
I threw the blankets from my tender frame and I went to get some air
I made some progress with a bloody Mary and then I reached for my map
A stranger tried to help me, he said “You’ve landed where the queers are”
I thanked him for his time and advice and headed to the Baghdad Cafe
Now don’t go drinking from broken glass
Or mix your dose if you want to last
It’s catching up and you’re getting tense
But it somehow makes sense
I made the Haight in time for Murio’s and drinks with American Mud
He talked at length, got onto politics and thanked God for the NRA
I opted to leave at this point and stumbled out to Golden Gate Park
I didn’t get too far on my way without someone panhandling me
Now don’t go drinking from broken glass
Or mix your dose if you want to last
It’s catching up and you’re getting tense
But it somehow makes sense
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6. |
Sat On My Hands
04:40
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This daytime TV is like some kind of disease
That’s getting the better of me
I’m gathering dust
And can’t quit the things that I must
And you sit on top of the list
We’ve been through this now
A thousand times
And don’t you know
How it shows
In your eyes
The moves you pull they don’t disguise
Still you try
And I’m sat on my hands
As I’m waiting for you to come down
When you finally move
Won’t you leave via the back door
And don’t come knocking for more
Keep dragging your feet
Down the cracked and gutted streets
And the alleys that stink in the heat
We’ve been through this now
A thousand times
And don’t you know
How it shows
In your eyes
The moves you pull they don’t disguise
Still you try
And I’m sat on my hands
As I’m waiting for you to come down and land
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7. |
Times Long Past
03:52
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Little things that you say
Make me sad that you came my way
And it gets hard to stall your worst
When your sacred has become your curse
I can’t do what is right
When I’m washed out on that old red eye
And it’s hard though I’ll get by
Living these days without my drive
So drop me off at this wayside
And maybe pick me up when the sun comes round
I cannot wait and I cannot last on times long past
Little things that you do
Might you guess, make me so depressed
And it’s hard to stall your worst
When your sacred has become your curse
Little things you don’t quit saying
Make me sad, Jesus change my ways
Yes it’s hard but I’ll get by
And drift along and seldom try
So drop me off at this wayside
And maybe pick me up when the sun comes round
I cannot wait and I cannot last on times long past
I cannot, I cannot wait...
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8. |
Slipping
03:46
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It’s slipping away the night I mean
I’ve played up till dawn now the sun it hurts my eyes
But I’ll keep on watching it rise
The night here was fun but this night is now done
I’ll take all I gave a few times more
It’s been a pleasure I’m sure
And so up I’ll go
To my bedroom at the top
And so I’ll go on making some time
I’m making the time in case you come my way
Yeah I’m slipping away in some conversation
You’re checking me out I’m fairly sure
But man it’s rotten to the core
Recalling events from days fair and fine
I dig in my heels, my eyes they see right through
I’d like to do this more with you
And so up I’ll go
To my bedroom at the top
And so I’ll go on making some time
I’m making the time in case you come my way
I’m making the time in case you come my way
I’m making the time in case you come my way
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9. |
Business As Usual
04:31
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I’m taking my time
Two weeks and I’m making this mine
I’m trying to wait patiently
Which don’t come easy to me
Expressions of scorn
Quick speech, still wired come dawn
These empty hours out on a crawl
Till strangers arms break my falls
In need of escaping, In need of some change
Now don’t think it’s selfish and don’t think it’s strange
No no no no...
No more excuses and your talk that confuses
It’s business as usual now
Now I’m so bemused
With much more I’ll be losing my cool
This trying to wait patiently
Just don’t come easy to me
In need of escaping, In need of some change
Now don’t think it’s selfish and don’t think it’s strange
No no no no...
No more excuses and your talk that confuses
It’s business as usual now
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10. |
Stones In My Shoes
04:14
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In the spirit of rock n’ roll
I quit my job and claimed the dole
And hoped I’d land a big break
All my traits they keep me slow
Keep me sleeping in my clothes
And waking up with a head ache
And when a fortnight comes round
I’ll sit and wait my name call
With pockets bare and dry
See the broken looks and hear the heavy sighs
And I’m gonna run late
If you’re gonna make me hurry
And I’ll be slow to move if you make me run with stones inside my shoes
So hey hey hey, what’s that you say? Oh boy...
Still I’m playing high and low
In dirty joints where no-one goes
And bars with no name
And my lady does protest
She says “you’re getting too much rest”
And “sleep is making you lame”
So I’ve been serving cold beers
And waiting on tables
Shit the tips are mean and the pay was better when I was 17
And I’m gonna run late
If you’re gonna make me hurry
And I’ll be slow to move if you make me run with stones inside my shoes
So hey hey hey, what can you say? Oh boy...
I’ve been caught out back nailed down to the floor
The wind is up but the sails are down
Maybe slip soon under the sheets
But still there’s time for one more song
So hey hey hey, what can you say? Oh boy...
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11. |
Hard Candy
02:52
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This routine’s getting harder by the day
All counting bricks and barred up window panes
Some mean old punks are getting on my case
And my trousers are hanging loose around my waist
I was dragged up and kicked through my troubled teens
I found a wrong crowd, I fell down at their feet
The marks are clear on the backs of my hand
From beating and a-robbing a much weaker man
I guess it’s hard to see the lie of the land
When you do all you can for that candy in the hand
It’s no excuse but I think it might explain
And I’ve got six years to sweat it from my veins
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12. |
When The Morning Comes
02:51
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They lead me to the yard like I'm back in school
With a broken man for every broken rule
When the morning comes should I give you a nudge
To leave this hole in which we have been judged
Expect too much and you’ll get let down
And waste your best years in some two tone town
When the morning comes would you like to run
To Barcelona and the Spanish sun
So I’ll pack some things in search of peace of mind
And the grass that’s greener on the other side
And you can say your prayers and you can share your toys
And do unto others as you’re done to boys
Rusty wires crowning walls so high
I got caught the wrong side now all I see is the skies
When the morning comes would you like to go
To California down to Mexico
So I’ll pack some things in search of peace of mind
And send a postcard from the other side
And you can say your prayers and you can share your toys
And do unto others as you’re done to boys
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Richie Syrett Manchester, UK
Richie Syrett is a singer/songwriter whose melodic yet ragged style makes a grateful nod to a wide range of rootsy
influences whilst retaining its own distinctive sound - not least through his inimitable vocal.
Make your own comparisons and draw your own conclusions but be sure to take note of an upcoming artist fast approaching their prime.
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