1. |
7 Days a Week
03:25
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Well show me yours, I'll show you mine
what you can't see when you are blind
and what you wouldn't want to see anyway
I can see the scars you hide, when I look on the inside
and I know, yes I know
That when the colours fade out of your eyes
your face is covered in mild surprise
and your boot begins to tremble 'neath your feet
don't tell me that you're gonna be fine
and don't lie to me like you do all the time
don't tell me like you do seven days a week
Don't tell me that you can see, everything so clearly
I don't believe you anymore
don't tell me when you look at me
you see the same things that I see
that love that you have felt so many times before
And when the colours fade out of your eyes
your face is covered in mild surprise
and your boot begins to tremble 'neath your feet
don't tell me that you're gonna be fine
and don't lie to me like you do all the time
don't tell me like you do seven days a week
when the colours fade out of your eyes
your face is covered in mild surprise
and your boot begins to tremble 'neath your feet
when the colours fade out of your eyes
your face is covered in mild surprise
and your boot begins to tremble 'neath your feet
don't tell me that you're gonna be fine
and don't lie to me like you do all the time
don't tell me like you do seven days a week
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2. |
Classroom Politics
04:21
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Well I didn't want you to hear this on the grapevine
but I've decided I want to make you mine
so pick up your hat, put on your coat, gather your bags and things
'cos it's time I made my intentions clear, I want to be your everything
Only wish that I could talk to you to your face
Well I didn't want this to come out on the rumour mill
but the winds of change are blowing and now it won't keep still
and I guess the words out and I am in the house of shame
but it's better out than in I hear they always say
Only wish that I could talk to you to your face
And all these classroom politics are wearing me down
all these god damn social clicks are wearing me out
and it seems you're all the same, you're just playing different games
same girl with a different face
Well I didn't want this to interfere in your life
'cos I barely knew you, was never in your sights
and it's hopelessly ruined now I'm finding myself, drifting out to sea
but you're in a lifeboat, paddling out to help me
so glad that I can talk to you
to your beautifully perfect face
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3. |
Lois Lane
02:20
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I went out drinking about a hour ago, girl you know that my face was blue
I went out drinking about a hour ago, girl you know that my face was blue
and you know why, I can't fly without you
I went out drinking about a hour ago, girl you know that my face was green
I went out drinking about a hour ago, girl you know that my face was mean
and you know why, I can't fly without you
Since you went away, I've been a shell of the man I am
since you went away, I've been ashamed to call me Superman
I went out drinking about a hour ago, girl you know that my face was red
I went out drinking about a hour ago, walking in the steps you used to tread
and you know why, I can't fly without you
and you know why, I can't fly without you
and you know why, I can't fly without you
and you know why, I can't fly without you
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4. |
Wings
04:11
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Well you can keep your golden rings, as long as I, can have the sun in the sky
you can keep your giant houses, and fancy cars, if I can have the moon and stars
And I would trade my material things so I can buy a pair of wings
so I can see the sunrise
and though my wings aren't made of wax
though my body's not made of glass
if I fall I will smash
And if I'm stuck on a desert island and you ask me what I'd take
then I will make no mistake
'cos I don't need anything to survive, just give me a place that I can hide
and I will thrive
And I would trade my material things so I can buy a pair of wings
so I can see the sunrise
and though my wings aren't made of wax
though my body's not made of glass
if I fall I will smash
And I would trade my material things so I can buy a pair of wings
so I can see the sunrise
and though my wings aren't made of wax
though my body's not made of glass
if I fall I will smash
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5. |
Feeling Like a Heel
03:02
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I go crawling back to her, feeling like a heel
and everytime I do I think about you
that letter that you wrote for me, expressed in deepest sympathy
you're telling me just the way you feel
And I, I would like to know
where, where you'd like to go
well, wouldn't you like to show
me what you already know
You tell me that I'm washed up, that I don't care anymore
but the only thing I cared about was you
sitting on the back porch of this big old country home
making this guitar tune up to you
And I, I would like to know
where, where you'd like to go
well, wouldn't you like to show
me what you already know
And they say I am thinking out way too load
but I don't think that they can handle the sound
'cos I know that getting turned down is not the worst thing that could happen
and they say I am taking this way too well
but I don't see the point in going into my shell
'cos wounded pride heals faster when it's out in the open
So I go crawling back to her, feeling like a heel
and everytime I do I think about you
that letter that you wrote for me, expressed in deepest sympathy
you're telling me just the way you feel
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6. |
Generation
04:12
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What do you think will become of our generation?
I'd like to ask our former friends
'cos in the past you've got anarchy and alcohol
and you turned out alright in the end
How do you keep moving on?
Knowing you're no longer the only ones
not the movers or shakers or candlestick makers
dieticians, politicians butchers and bakers
how do you keep singing your songs?
Because I want to know, how long this can last
how long before we step back and move into the past
how long do we go? Only god knows
when do I stop trying to be a new sensation?
How long are we the new generation?
So when they're gone, and all we've got left is what we've left for ourselves, yeah
they're moving on, and we are starting to realise
just how you felt, yeah
How do you keep moving on?
Knowing you're no longer the only ones
not the movers or shakers or candlestick makers
dieticians, politicians butchers and bakers
how do you keep singing your songs?
Because I want to know, how long this can last
how long before we step back and move into the past
how long do we go? Only god knows
when do I stop trying to be a new sensation?
How long are we the new generation?
Because I want to know, how long this can last
how long before we step back and move into the past
how long do we go? Only god knows
when do I stop trying to be a new sensation?
How long before our train reaches the station?
How long before I start to lose my patience?
How long were we the new generation?
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7. |
Chasing Butterflies
03:15
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Well I'm walking down this beaten track
tune in my head, guitar on my back
and I'm dragging my feet, my shoulder's are slacked
as I'm walking home to you
and I hear it whispered on the wind
imagine what it'd be like to sing that song
that like a broken thing needs to get back to you
Chasing dreams it is just like
chasing butterflies
you never want to catch one 'cos you know that when you do it dies
The spring is back into my step
the summer's here, lest I forget
the winter rains that got me wet
when I was walking home to you
and I turn the corner down the street
my pace moves to a brand new beat
I'm ready with my dancing feet
this song I wrote for you
Chasing dreams it is just like
chasing butterflies
you never want to catch one 'cos you know that when you do it dies
Chasing dreams it is just like
chasing butterflies
you never want to catch one 'cos you know that when you do it dies
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8. |
Hello Dollface
04:11
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Hello dollface in bedroom, won't you come down from off my wall
you look so lonely and isolated, sitting there waiting for my call
hello dollface when I'm sleeping, won't you watch over me tonight
and when I wake up in the morning, I know everything's alright
Dollface won't you be mine
dollface won't you be mine
dollface please think twice
I know you don't have time, for me so...
Hello dollface on my wall, you never move but you're alive
i think we both know that you're perfect
and I can see that look in your eye
Dollface won't you be mine
dollface won't you be mine
dollface please think twice
I know you don't have time, for me so...
Hello dollface in my mind, 'cos this is the only place I can have you
you live in a different world to mine
and I'll never see your world it's true
but dollface baby I love you
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9. |
Fall
02:28
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Please don't say another word, ruin this perception I prefer
you just smile and nod politely and I'll go on feeling happy
and I'll tell all of my friends, you really are the ends
that justifies my mean behaviour
Baby I can say, the way I see you now, I hope it never changes
baby I can say, the way I see you now, I hope you'll stay for ages
Please don't whisper in my ear, tell me what you'd like to hear
it's not that I don't care it's just that I'm a little scared
that you just won't live up, to this image I thought up
when I saw you looking across at me, shrouded in your mystery
And baby I can say, the way I see you now, I hope it never changes
baby I can say, the way I see you now, I hope you'll stay for ages
But now I'm starting to wonder
if I wanna know you at all
to me you're like a godess
am I setting me up for a fall?
So baby I can say, the way I see you now, I hope it never changes
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10. |
The Cover Up
02:01
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When I'm walking down the street I'm thinking 'bout anyone but you
smile at everyone I meet in the street, anyone but you
I been thinking 'bout all the times I spent with you
when I'm walking down the street I'm thinking 'bout anyone but you
And I know you might not think it's fair
to mistreat you the way I do
When I'm sitting round at home I'm talking 'bout anyone but you
when I'm sitting on my own I'm thinking 'bout anyone but you
and when I like to be alone you know I'm not thinking 'bout you
only wish that the things that I'm syaing right now were true
And I know you might not think it's fair
to mistreat you the way I do
you should know that it is because I care
but I got problems showing you
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11. |
Maybe Next Year
03:50
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Well I've been searching up and down to find myself a ruby crown to wear with pride
'cos the only thing I've got going for me right now is time
and I've been searching high and low to find a sprig of mistletoe to hang up high
you would leave me hanging while I am calling on high fives
Maybe I'll see her when the lights go out
maybe she'll be there when my luck runs out
and I know, maybe she'll be there and for a second I will have no fear and
maybe next year
Well I've been looking to the ground, to find things that cannot be found to give to her
but all I could get there were pennies and feathers and cat fur
I've been looking to the sky, to try and find some guidance to say to her
but all I got back were the cloud shapes and sunburn and wet hair
Maybe I'll see her when the lights go out
maybe she'll be there when my luck runs out
and I know, maybe she'll be there and for a second I will have no fear and
maybe next year
Maybe I'll see her when the lights go out
maybe she'll be there when my luck runs out
and I know, maybe she'll be there and for a second I will have no fear and
maybe next year
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12. |
The Perfect Sacrifice
04:46
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When I passed you in the doorway, yeah, you could have been anyone
but I had a feeling you were different somehow
though you looked and smiled as you squeezed right past me, and on into the night
I felt right from that moment I was gonna be alright
With you, and so I sold my soul tonight
for you, I have swallowed all my pride
and if hell it comes to take me, it can fetch me in the morning
because for now everything I have is yours
Don't be mad it's my decision, please don't start to cry
just to get you I have made this perfect sacrifice
and through years of fire and brimstone I will remember only this night
and I'll say it was all worth just to catch one sight
Of you, and so I sold my soul tonight
for you, I have swallowed all my pride
and if hell it comes to take me, it can fetch me in the morning
because for now everything I have is yours
May I burn in hell for my sins
but I'll be oh so happy within
because a million years of torture, it's not even a drop into the water
for you I'll take it all on the chin
When I passed you in the doorway, yeah, you could have been anyone
But I had a feeling you were different somehow
though you looked and smiled as you squeezed right past me, and on into the night
I felt right from that moment I could have been alright
With you, and so I sold my soul tonight
for you, I have swallowed all my pride
and if hell it comes to take me, it can fetch me in the morning
because for now everything I have is yours
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Sam Draisey Wolverhampton, UK
Sam Draisey is a singer/songwriter from the West Midlands, England. His music has, in the classic singer/songwriter style, many influences and muses, with particular attention paid to the story telling qualities and political nature of his songs. His notable influences include Frank Turner, Damien Rice, Jack Johnson, Cat Stevens, Paul Simon and Johnny Cash. ... more
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