Credits:
Annika Brown - vocals, guitar, harmonica, keyboard on track 4
Jono Harrison - keyboards, guitars, bass, programming
All songs written by Annika Brown
Produced, recorded, mixed and mastered by Jono Harrison
Photography by Jason Light
Tracklisting:
1. Waiting for the Rain
2. Yellow House
3. The Damage Was Done When I Met You
4. Lost at Sea
5. The Gypsies
6. Another Night at the Circus
7. Under the Table
8. And the Years Will Still Pass Away
9. Firebird
10. Don't Be
Lyrics:
Waiting for the rain
I am waiting for the rain
to wash away my troubled mind
I am waiting for the rain
to fall on all I've left behind
Fall, fall on me
Wash away the blood,
the debris of my need
Wash away the pirate ships
and the sharks among the reed
Wash away the loot,
Littering the shore
Wash away the dead I've left
Wash away my broken oars
I am waiting for the rain
to wash away my troubled mind
I am waiting for the rain
to fall on all I've left behind
Fall, fall on me
Wash away the dirt,
Wash away the streets,
Wash away the barren wombs
Of neon and concrete
Wash away time
Wash away both new and old
The men and women on their knees
Searching for the pot of gold.
I am waiting for the rain
to wash away my troubled mind
I am waiting for the rain
to fall on all I've left behind
Fall, fall on me
Fall, fall on me
Fall, fall on me.
Yellow House
Today I am blue.
But there is no blue without yellow or orange.
Today I lost you,
But your chair has been standing empty now for some time.
Was hoping we could be friends,
Sorrowful, but always rejoicing.
Been waiting, just for you,
The lion, pirate and the troubadour.
And I will send you
Your fencing mask and gloves
And I will go my way
And never never never speak of love
You, you left me
You left me out here lonely and bleeding.
And now they have come
And smashed in the windows of our yellow house.
I'm too scared to walk the streets,
And I'm scared of the people watching thru my windows.
The kids call me names,
but what's worse is the neighbours have scheemed to lock me away.
And I will send you
Your fencing mask and gloves
And I will go my way
And never never never speak of love
I know it's all my fault,
I've been drinking too much,
Smoking too much,
Working too much,
Always, always painting.
But the yellow house will stand empty
And it's breaking my heart.
But there's no way to bring you back.
You're the man who has come far and will go far
Who has come far and will go far
Who has come far and will go far
Away from me.
The Damage Was Done When I Met You
The Damage was done when I met you
I started to dream and to sigh
The stars disappeared in my pockets
The moon exploded in the sky.
The damage was done when I met you
My portrait climbed out of its frame
You set my world on fire with your words
And it will never again be the same.
The damage was done when I met you
I suddenly thought I could fly.
My friends had to strap me to the table,
But I still think gravity's a lie.
The damage was done when I met you
Just look at me howling at the moon,
Unknowingly you woke a wild beast
And it won't go back to sleep to soon.
The damage was done when I met you
All the bridges I built turned to dust
Or maybe I simply forgot them
While climbing the tower of lust.
Lost at Sea
I have been sailing
on a ship I've built with my own hands
A star led me far far away from the mainland
Thought I'd catch the trade winds in my sails
Sing my songs to dolphins and to whales
I am lost at sea
Don't think I'll be home for tea
I am lost at sea
And the sirens are calling me
I know there are pirates
If I joined them I might be saved
I'm walking thru mazes,
My maps are sold, my head is shaved
Here comes the wrecking ball again
Tearing down what I've built, it's all in vain
How can I sail the sea in this little teacup?
How can I sail back home in this little boat?
I am lost at sea
Don't know which way the winds might blow
I am lost at sea
And Calypso won't let me go
How can I sail the sea in this little teacup?
How can I sail back home in this little boat?
And I, I am lost at sea
Don't think I'll be home for tea
I am lost at sea
And the sirens are calling me
I will keep sailing in this ship I've built with my own hands…
The Gypsies
The gypsies moved into the castle
We're all famished and freezing cold
The wind stole away with our harvest
And all of our women are growing old
And the rain has never stopped falling
Since the year the girl drowned in the well
But still our bread tasted of moonlight and earth
We're under a butterfly's spell.
The gypsies moved into the castle
They wish to be buried with their guitars
They don't care about your hell or your heaven
They've got their own sky, got their own stars.
And we play with our unborn children
And we dance among flowers and the stars
And they sing us to sleep when the shadows are
falling
And place their hot little palms on our scars.
A long time must pass till I'm born again,
For my empty hands to cradle the sun.
The gypsies moved into the castle,
And they won't run away from your guns.
Another Night at the Circus
Another night
Another night at the circus
Another day, another show
Another small, small town
Another day in hotpants,
tiptoe tiptoeing across the rope
smiling oh so sweetly
everybody is waiting for my fall
another night, another night
another night at the circus
another glass of whiskey with my favorite dancing bear
another night, another night
another night at the circus
I fall asleep sobbing, face down in her shaggy hair
Another night
Another night at the circus
Another day of moving on to the next show
Another day of candy floss for breakfast and for lunch
Another day of smiling
as I help the big boys with the real dangerous stuff
smiling, always smiling,
juggling and dancing on the rope
another night, another night
another night at the circus
another round of Prozac for me and my elephant friends
another night, another night
another night at the circus
can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep
can't find my hands
and the tightrope is making me dizzy
and the sawdust is making me sneeze
and the music is puncturing my eardrums
and the clowns are hiding in the caravan
and the ringmaster's making me, making me,
making me, making me
tell him he's the best
another night, another night
another night at the circus
another night of hiding in the dark under my bed
another night, another night
another night at the circus
there must be a better way of earning my daily bread
and the lions are making me deal in drugs
and the tightrope is making me spin
and the clowns are giving me the creep
and smiling is making cry cry cry
and the ringmaster's making me, making me
making me making me
fake it
another night, not another night at the circus.
Under The Table
I think of hotels and of trains, of rumbling wheels.
I think of that girl, tripping in her plateau high heels.
I think of a dragon breathing flames that lick the sky.
I think of a guy I once knew who had a glass eye.
I think of all the drops of water in the sea.
Of oranges and lemons, of vitamin c.
I think up words to whisper into an elephants ear.
I don't think of the fun we'd have, if you were here.
I miss you, I don't miss you.
I don't have to think of you
I can think of a tale or a fable
I can think of a palace or a stable
I can think under the table
I think of time that runs like sand through my hands.
About marching bands and the universe that expands.
I think of all the thinks I can possibly sculpt with bread.
I don't think of you, think of catching the wind instead.
I think of the tree we used to climb so we wouldn't be found.
I think about life on a planet that's square instead of round.
I think of hitching a ride on a tight rope walking kangaroo.
I don't think of how happy I'd be to talk to you.
I miss you, I don't miss you.
I don't have to think of you
I can think of a tale or a fable
I can think of a palace or a stable
I can think under the table
I miss you, I don't miss you.
I don't have to think of you
I can think of a tale or a fable
Think of pasta or electric cable
I can think under the table
I miss you, I don't miss you.
I miss you, I don't miss you.
I miss you, I don't miss you.
The years will still pass away
Sometimes I forget that the sky is blue
Sometimes I forget that I love you
Sometimes I forget that my glass is half full
Sometimes I forget life is beautiful
And the world will still turn without me fretting
And the birds will still sing when I refuse to play
And the grass will still grow without me whining
And the years will still pass away.
Sometimes I forget that my lips know how to smile
Sometimes I forget to lose in style
Sometimes I forget to stop singing the blues
Sometimes I forget to bring happy news
And the world will still turn without me bitching
And the birds will still sing without my anger holding sway
And the grass will still grow without me crying
And the years will still pass away.
Sometimes I forget what a long way I've come
Sometimes I forget the beat of my own drum
Sometimes I forget that though the waters may be high
My wings will take me right up to the sky.
And the world will still turn without me fretting
And the birds will still sing when I refuse to play
And the grass will still grow without me whining
And the years will still pass away.
And the years will still pass away.
And the years will still pass away.
And the years will still pass away.
Firebird
My car is stuck under 50 feet of snow
Just when I thought I had found the right one my shovel broke
The fractured heart of the dark is all I know
I had a vision of a firebird when I woke
Hold a light
Hold a light for me
I can feel the darkness coming
I need your help to see
I need your help to see
So here I am waiting in this beggars guise
And the sun went down before the moon ever dreamt
of opening her eyes
Thought I saw a firebird winging its way out of this town
There's hope out there, baby, don't you listen to lies
Hold a light
Hold a light for me
I can feel the darkness coming
I need your help to see
I need your help to see
Thought I held a feather in my hand
The firebird must have flown away to some far away land
The road is long and the night is moonless cold
I've gotta find that bird before I grow bitter and old
Hold a light
Hold a light for me
I can feel the darkness coming
I need your help to see
I need your help to see
Don't Be
Don't be the cloud to ruin my perfect day.
Don't be the brush to paint my whole world grey.
Don't be the noise to wake me when I'm dreaming sweetly
Don't be the black scale bug on my olive tree
don't don't be don't don't be
Don't be the ragged rock on my sandy beach
Don't be the mouldy spot on my juicy peach
Don't be the missing page at the end of the mystery tale
Don't be the junk that sneaks into my mail.
Don't don't be don't don't be
Don't be the broken key on my baby grand
Don't be the tone deaf guy in my big brass band
Don't be the crack in my china tea pot's spout
Don't be the wind to blow my candle out.
Don't don't be. don't don't be .don't don't be.
Don't be the emptiness that dwells inside my fridge.
Don't be the earthquake to bring down my bridge.
Don't be the power-cut to spoil my 15 minutes of fame
Don't be the mosquito that's attracted by my flame.
be be a flame. Be be a flame. Let's be a flame.
be be a flame.