The Town and The City

by Daniel Armstrong

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released November 27, 2018

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Track Name: Rocks
North meets south and I don’t know where I’m going
East meets west can you tell me where the wind is blowing

I Look to the skies
With my tired eyes
I’ve worked too long
To miss another setting sun

I love this place so much, I could escape
I’ll lose myself in a different way
Go and get a smoke or two for free
I’ll get my rocks off on the beach
my phone is ringing and I don’t care
I’ll get my rocks off on the beach.
Everyone deserves to be happy
I’ll get my rocks off on the beach.

I was in a state
'Til I turned my head sideways
on the pier I was near
another fatal mistake

Then I looked to the skies
through my tired eyes
I’m much too young
To never see the setting sun

I love this town so much I could die
Happy in a dozen different ways
I’ve got so much more to give
but It only works if I try
to find a new reason to live
We danced all night to the blues backbeat
I got my rocks off on the beach
my phone is ringing and I don’t care
I got my rocks off on the beach
I got my rocks off on the beach
Track Name: New Cross
Helena,
you left your hometown
just as I,
to see yourself In a new light
on the horizon

you’ll be re-built
from pieces of
porcelain
china white
just like your Brazilian skin.

There once were those golden times
now so monochrome
the air is cold
when your friends have flown

I hear those
harmonics in the airwaves
And we still play these
small town games
cement sets in my throat

we exchange our books and prose to save face
I could have told the truth, a little more but we chose to go at our own ways

you’ll be re-built
from pieces of
porcelain
china white
Brazilian skin.

There once were those golden times
now so monochrome
the air is cold
when your friends have flown

I hear those
harmonics in the airwaves
And we still play these
small town games
cement sets in my throat

More golden times await you
past the gates of New Cross Station…
Track Name: Skylarks
Skylarks, show me the way,
O’er the hills and the divide
Take me away
From this society

Cause I can’t think straight
Through the haze
Of all the years gone by

And the futures still a misty
With a fog in my mind
Where I used to find
Some kind of presence in my own time.

Skylarks, take me afar
Show me the ways of your winged flight
Above the plains and the badlands
Where many lost souls stand

O’ I can't think straight through all the haze
Making plans
that seldom find their window

And the futures still a misty
With a fog in my mind
Where I used to find
Some kind of presence in my own time.
Track Name: City of Trees
City of Trees, where've you been in my dreams?

by the old canals with the junkies
 with their fishing lines out



City of hopes, soon to be concrete
don’t you know you’ve been
drinking gasoline

City of dreams, you are to me
loves that could have been
slowly drifting down the stream

In the City of trees,
I worked the rounds, got myself out of town
found my self a way out

City of leaves, you taught me
to be honest
in a world full of thieves

Don't forget me, cause I won't forget you
Don't forget me, Cause I won't forget you

City of Trees
Track Name: Scandinavian Pain
Sometimes, in a moment
we sit in silence
And I
the troubadour on the bed
become a part
of your mise en scene

After
all the memories
we forget,
music lives forever
in your head

but I know
only
too well
under
that holy skin

you’re still living in your private hell
in a place of many sins.

Was I, only a
a prop in a gallery
for your infliction
of this Scandinavian pain?

How can it be,
you say we think so differently,
honesty isn't your virtue, so it seems

I poured my heart out across a telephone line,
but it was answered by a bunch of binary lies

You don't deserve me or my time my
Scandinavian Pain
Track Name: Moving up the Hill
Brother could you turn the heating on its might baltic
my fingers grip tight around this cup of coffee
and to think I helped you move that damn sofa up the stairs
three years ago, when the sun did glare through those steamy windows I
remember it well

me and your brother yeah, we walked all night long just to get there
and I had a hangover and I didn't seem to care
the radio was playing all those
cheesy chart songs and we
shared a few smokes,
made a few jokes
and I had to leave and was no longer happy
but ever since that day I knew I’d be going,
moving up that hill

Brother could you turn the heating on its getting frosty
think i’m done with this cup of coffee
so if you wouldn't mind putting on the kettle too,
that would be cool.
Track Name: Miami
He’s wearing a Haiwain shirt,
burning down the interstate
a suspect leather suitcase
in the trunk of his Chevrolet

always chasing the dream
everything not as it seems
with one thing on his mind
the sun never fails to shine

cause every day in Miami
is worth more than ten in paradise
every day in Miami
come on man, throw the dice
in Miami
In, Miami
In, Miami,

He’s waiting for the guy from Cuba
in a den of vice
I walk on by and ask her
‘Care for a Malibu and ice?’

But he had to turn away
the deal it always paid
I know he wishes he could run
for the rest of his life, on the straight and narrow side

always chasing the dream
everything not as it seems
with one thing on his mind
the sun never fails to shine

Every day in Miami
Is worth more than ten in paradise
Every day in Miami
So come on man take a chance

She says
Don't Be Afraid
I know you Cant stay here boy
But I’ll be right here
In case you go and change your mind

Cause Everyday in Miami
Is worth more than ten in paradise
Every day in Miami
So come on man take a chance

cause every day in Miami
is worth more than ten in paradise
every day in Miami
come on man, throw the dice in Miami
Track Name: Two Shots of Whiskey
Two shots of whiskey, then I’m
Running down that hill with you
late for your train
And in a way,
I wish you’d just missed it,

the last I saw of you before you went away
the sun shines for you in winter
and I can only think of the future

Maybe I’ll see you further down the line
When I’m 29 and your just killing time
Maybe I’ll see you further down the line
When I'm I’m doing just fine…

Some nights I lie awake, contemplate,
was I in the right place at the right time
did I catch you on a high, at moment's notice?

These hoops you’ve got me jumping through
said in my mind I’d turn you loose
but every time I seem to forget you
you always find a way
straight back in that place

I could have been the one for you
I could have been the one for you
I could have been the one for you
Track Name: Desolation Angel
You only know the way
You only know the way
In your heart
O lonesome traveller
But you don’t know where to start
You only know the way
You only know the way in your heart
O lonesome traveller of love

So I Picture you in solitude
In a shack on the peaks
Hozomeen stares bleakly
While you fill another pot of coffee
Then you feel the breeze

of the northern winds
The chill it calms
and takes you in
the bears listening
lakes a glistenin’
in the valley below
Only you know
Why you chose to be alone

In desolation, angel.

I See you as a brakeman
Midnight ghost’s a whailin’
So brazen on the trail
Of the railroad, lives are taken.
Spirits awaken
In the high sierras
Beyond the pines of maple
We find our saviour
Only to be taken
In meditation, your only vocation to be a saint

In desolation, angel.
Track Name: Sirens
I hear those sirens
all through the night
Whispering to me
the noise never leaves
Need to stop smoking trees


The problem is When one leak’s fixed
Another one always springs
When all’s not well
It’s so hard to keep
These promises to my health
mind’s always flooded
 waterfalls flowing
Through my veins
 The water’s muddy

Playing the blues
 with my heartstrings

The blood buzz has gone
I see no spirit within
just a hurdle to jump.
But allow me to digress, 
as Everybody is obsessed 
with numbers on a screen
 dictating their lives
Passing them by with glazed eyes 
the morning after
Such as mine

even though I try
Heavyweight's always on my mind

Of addictions, self-afflicted
In a life of privilege
Deny playing the role of a weak opportunist
But still I’ll put on a front writing all my wrongs
And put them down this song
Judge if you will
But at least I’ve got my view
Through the windowsill
staring at purple hills
 there will be days
Better days 
than the ones I’ve spent
in the shade
the music’s ebb and tide
Nulls the pain
in the city so lonely 
of people so vain 
staring at their own reflections
 who am I to assume their intentions?

I can't relate
so let's stop pretending

Oh these times, they make me sick,
take me back to Sai Kung
Where I could watch the boats sail in
all day on a whim
Take me back to Sai Kung
Where I could watch the boats sail in

Now I hear those sirens all through the night.

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