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Only The Missile

by Robin Grey

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These Days 03:54
This morning I woke, restless and heady, with blood pulsing fierce in the vein. There’s light on a line, this morning and maybe forever, I move with regard for the signs. You know I search my heart to prove there’s better ways to push and pull, but hey whatever gets you through these days. And somewhere to the east the sun is stirring, starting to light up the sky, and I’m lying here reliving the last few days cos I missed most of them the first time. Chorus Did I disappoint you? Leave a bad taste in your mouth? I thought that we could. I thought that we would. I was mistaken. Chorus (quiet) Chorus (full) Outro climax then fall apart
The last time I saw David was a cold autumn night, and he was looking older than his years. Told me I should visit come and see his home and wife I don’t think we have spoken since that day. When I was much younger he was standing by my side. A crucifix hung round his neck and fire in his eyes. Told me about Jesus Christ and ways to live my life so that I’d be freed from my sin. I don’t care for ministry, no I’m not taking sides. I don’t recite the good book, I read between the lines. I don’t long for heaven cos I don’t believe in hell and I don’t think that I need to be saved. I sat down with the bible and I read it line by line I couldn’t find anything to help me ease my mind. Then the local vicar ran off with my neighbours wife leaving both his kids back at home. Well it keeps some happy and it helps some others sleep if they think that Jesus watches over when they dream but I don’t ever plan to get down on my bended knee and bow my head before his altar. Chorus And in some quiet moments I remember being fourteen. Late nights with the vicar drinking beer instead of tea… I’m not sure that god had much to do with him or me. I wonder how he’s doing nowadays. Chorus The last time I saw David was a cold autumn night and he still wanted to tell me about his Jesus Christ. But nowadays I’m not so plagued by my sin and strife so I just smiled then I walked away.
Your Man 03:41
A lone silhouette reached for the sky in the first light of a cold winter’s day and Tuesday crept up silently to my bed. I woke up in a pool of my thoughts, my dreams had been spilt on the floor and I lie here not knowing which way to turn And all that I wanted to be was your man Don’t know how I let this get so out of hand Think I might go back to bed until the phone rings The lone silhouette left with the sun and clouds they rolled in on my day. And the silence between every step that I take lingers on. Today was my birthday, my friends they have called. I’ve got cake coming out of my ears. But it would have been good to hear your voice as well ‘Cos all that I wanted to be was your man Don’t know how I let this get so out of hand Think I might go back to bed until the phone rings
Somewhere 03:04
I keep on breathing and the seasons they turn. The light bid me farewell, linging last on a girl. So make me a list of the things that you need - A lifetime of memories captured in stereo. Somehow, somewhere, somehow, somewhere Now we reflect on the things that we've been And I dot the i's and hope you will cross all the t's. Sharing our stories and daring to dream. If fortune favours the fire that burns inside (then) Somehow, somewhere, somehow, somewhere I've been too tongue tide to say how I tried to be. No time now, perhaps this is just a dream. If I cry these tears will be so hard fought that it could mean that maybe i'd go Somewhere, somehow, somewhere, somehow... If there's no finish line what's with the speed? The joker he took all the first borns and taught them to ski. Somewhere, somehow
So here is confusion now; I didn’t mean to invite him here And now he just won’t leave. But we’ve been here time before And once again we will do battle in The corners of my mind And every waking hour I think of you. Wave the flag, I will hear him out 'Cos he’s got a lot to say And I know that I ought to listen more. And it’s been a week of weeks 'Cos I have been patching up my heart again With these autumn leaves And every waking hour I think of you. The wind dances round outside, The leaves do an autumn waltz And winter is now snapping at our heels. My heart it is blown about – I cannot find a place to keep it safe from harm And every waking hour I think of you So here is confusion now; I didn’t mean to invite him here But as a friend he leaves. And with him may go some dreams, Something’s I may never say, And some feelings that I may not feel again, But every waking hour I think of you.
I daydreamed for hours in the traffic jam As the good guys and the bad guys stopped play. On the radio politicians dutifully opine Which liberties they’re taking away. "Please sir, have you seen me innocence? It was hanging up there on my door. And sure it was looking quite tattered But I had things I was keeping it for." Guess I’ve seen too many movies I believe in love at first sight. My heart just slammed into a beautiful brick wall She's keeping me up late at night. Maybe I spent too much time dreaming When I could have been joining in. Pulling the hair of the pig-tailed girl Was wrong but it wasn’t a sin. I got lost on the way out of London Listening to Leonard Cohen’s words. Diverted by police chasing angry young men, Who’ll die just so they get heard. There’s something about this fine city That will always bring a tear to my eye. I guess I left most of my innocence here, I can’t say I remember why. I need to go buy me some new clothes; The famous blue raincoats worn through. A last thought as I finally hit open road, London fades in the rear-view. This song it’s just for you and I, And any other dreamers around Who know how it feels to be back on the road Without knowing quite where they're bound. Although I’ve seen too many movies, I know now that you’re not the one. 'Cos something you said just got stuck in my head For a moment and then it was gone. The night was a womb to my headlights; The horizon a mirror to my soul. I sing to the silence and the darkness around 'Till I finally made my way home.
Women 03:22
Women on my women mind all the women time Women f&*king women hell Think about women something else Like the women work I need to women do. Or my women family or need my women support right women now Or the women dirt that's gathering women up there on the shelf. But it's not that women simple women no. Money on my money mind all the money time money f*&king money hell Think about money something else Like the money work I need to money do. Or my money family or need my money support right money now Or the money dirt that's gathering money up there on the shelf. But it's not that money simple money no. And it's money women, women, money, money, money, women, women, women on my mind! And it's money women, women, money, money, money, women, women, women all the time! And it's money women, women, money, money, money, women, women, women on my mind! I can't get money women women money out of my head!
The punches come fast and I fall in the ring. All I can do now is laugh, cry, or sing. I’ll tell you the story and a couple of things That have been running in rings round my mind It was one of those days when the lights all turn red And the pills just won’t clear all the pain from your head You wish that you hadn’t of got out of bed 'Cos the shit sure is flying your way Second hand news at an unwelcome time, Your brain's clogging up Soon you’re losing your mind You’re wondering if fate could be any less kind When she suddenly twists the knife in. The moment it passed with the help of a friend, A couple of strangers and this song that I penned. My hearts is in tact and my minds on the mend. I don’t plan to do that again. The sun's given up on this god awful day And my pain with the light is now fading away. Somewhere in Kilburn I silently play An ode to the tracks of my tears. A jack in the box I come springing right back, I pull on these strings for my counter attack Today I feel sure I can take any flak The world might be sending my way. So give me your hopes and then tell me your fears And leave all the rest in a pile over there They’ll fit like a dream with these chords I have dear As I dance in a dream round this town.
Swan Song 03:11
Why do I stand here getting burnt By the embers of this dying dream, When all around day it is breaking And the fire didn't help me to sleep. Maybe it's time for our swan song Or a pheonix to rise from the deep, Maybe it's time that your skin and it's charms Are consigned to the pocket full of memories I keep. Memories which come out on a rainy day And remind me that I have lived; I worked pretty hard to arrive at this day And still feel I have love to give. I could toss one more branch to the fire - My skin it still craves for the heat But I heard someone sing that a moth never knows That the bright burning candle won't make it complete And will the angels be watching If I head one time to the flames? Up late at night, cloaked by the stars, Chasing the flickering silhouette of your frame. Today I washed both my eyelids And talked with the mice and the moon. Tonight we're entwined together in my mind – I wonder do you think of me too? Maybe it's time for a swan song Or a pheonix to rise from the deep, Perhaps with a smile I could bid you farewell Then we'll head different ways down the street.
Five 04:52
Winter sun on two cold feet. First light of the day finds me here. Leaves are falling from the trees. Make my way down Amhurst Road With my routine. I have been a fool over you. I have been a fool over you My oh my, my oh my The wise man built his house on the solid rock. Easier said than done, easier said than done. When it comes watch out, don't lose your feet. Easier said than done, easier said than done. I have been a fool over you. I have been a fool over you My oh my, my oh my I wonder how you are, I wonder how you've been. Is it working out how you hoped it would? I have been a fool over you. I have been a fool over you My oh my, my oh my


released March 1, 2008

All words and music by Robin Grey except track 7,
words by Robin Grey, music by Robin Grey and Iain MacLeod.

(c) & (p) 2008 Robin Grey.

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Recorded by Robin Grey at The Blue Door.
Mixed by Dean Firth and Marc Specter at Sandy Lodge Studio.
Mastered by Dominique Brethes at Flow Mastering.

Robin Grey - vocals, guitars, banjo, ukulele, charango, double bass,
electric bass, mandolin, percussion, drums, piano and organetta.


Iain Macleod - banjo on 'These Days' and 'Women',
cajon on 'Somewhere' and tabla on 'Five'.
Joe Allen - percussion on 'These Days'.
Joe Allen appears courtesey of Island Records.
Tom Cambata - drums on 'The Last Time I Saw David'.
Ruth Theodore - vocals on 'Somewhere'.
Mark Watt - double bass on 'Every Waking Hour'.
Emma Marcello - voice on ‘Women’.
Hugh Coltman - harmonica on 'The Last Time
I Saw David', harmonica, ukulele and percussion.
on 'Only The Missile'.

Cover Photography by Gabrielle Motola.
Inside photograph by Emilie Lind.
Packaging printed by Paperfoam using 100% recycled
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