Lyrics
NIGHT FALLS
When the day is gone, and the night falls,
she will too.
But when the sun is up, and the night is gone,
she is too.
And all I can see, is the road.
Yeah all I can see, is the road.
She won’t stop on a penny or a dime,
because she swears she’s through with me this time.
Yeah all I can see, is the road.
‘Cause the suitcase in my bedroom stares me down,
as if to say ‘You’ll find another town’.
But then the sun will fall, the night will come,
and she will too.
When all I could see, was the road.
Yeah all I could see, was the road.
ON YOUR SIDE
Lying all fragile, like an atom bomb in bed
She left me with, this sweet song in my head
And wake me just, to hum it once again
I'm loosing sleep, like all my old friends
She's never tired and I'm on your side
And when you think, I've left you like a bed
Just hear me in, that sweet song in your head
I've tried and tried, to be on your side
But the fall will come when the phone rings me in
and I pick it up and tell you where I've been
She never minds, and I'm on your side
But the fall will come when the rain runs me in
and I dry myself and tell you where I've been
She stays inside, and I'm on your side
No way to hide, I'm on your side
CHASE
He packed all those feelings,
except for the lingering doubt.
It hung from the ceiling,
as he walked from that faded house
Ready to shout, to shout it out.
Yeah he’s ready to shout…
He was humming that thing,
that she used to sing, in the shower.
He didn’t know the words,
but the tune would just lurk, for hours.
And he’s ready to shout, to shout it out.
Yeah he’s ready to shout…
Do d’ doo doo…
It took fifteen miles,
but those doubts caught him out on the drive.
As he sped through the lights,
they crept into his mind, for the night.
Well he’s ready to fight, to fight it out.
Yeah he’s ready to shout…
Do d dooo…
RADIO
So you know,
I’m filling up and feeling down.
And so you know,
I’m picking up your signal in towns…
Where I don’t wanna go,
but you don’t wanna know, where I’ve been.
But what I wanna know,
is why you wouldn’t show, me a thing.
I’m coming in and out like a radio,
on a country road, I know.
Fading in and out like a radio,
on a country road, and so…
Turn me up
Yeah turn me up.
I’m coming in and out like a radio,
on a country road, I know.
Fading in and out like a radio,
on a country road, and so…
Turn me up
Yeah turn me up
Turn me up
… or turn me off.
IT’S NOT A RAMBLE, THAT’S JUST THE WAY SHE TAKS
(Instrumental)
ONLY CHILD
Your company is priceless
I hang on every line
But I know I’ll lose this
‘cause I’m an only child
For all the ones who’ve loved me
there’s ten more in my mind
But I’m lost in a memory
still an only child
But I’m not walking home alone tonight
I know it’s hard to picture
me by anyone’s side
But we’re gonna make it fit, dear
you’re not an only child
And I’m not walking home alone tonight
No you’re not going home alone tonight
ARIA’S SOUL
Losing, the fight, but I won’t.
Call it, that because you don’t.
It’s easier not to swim when you can float.
So I’ll lie here, my arms across the moat.
And Aria’s soul is winning again.
Aria’s soul is winning again.
And heaven help me now.
Yeah heaven help me now.
Doubts approach, and pass like unmarked cars.
But you’ll still, read me in the stars.
‘Cause it’s easier not to think when you can quote.
So I’ll stand by all the words I wrote.
And Aria’s soul is winning again.
Aria’s soul is winning again.
Aria’s soul is winning again.
And heaven help me now.
Yeah heaven help me now.
Yeah heaven help me now.
6PM ON TIARA ST AND SPRING WON’T COME TOO SOON
(Instrumental)
IN HER TIME
When the flat road climbs
without a sign
You'll know it's not your time
When the page isn't read,
but you're already spent
You'll know its not your time
When the sun goes down,
but the job’s not done
You'll know its not your time
When your eyes are soaked,
but your mouth’s still dry
You'll know its not your time
She'll take the wheel
Read you to sleep
Finish the job
and fill your wine
In her time
In her good time
In her time
She will always have a good time.
LED HART
Hold my hand,
I’m going again
Where the strips of sand,
come to an end
I swear to god,
it’s at the bottom
I saw it shine,
through water eyes
In I fall
In I fall, again
You wash up slow,
when you sink so low
This lead heart’s a find,
so easy it’s a crime
In I fall
In I fall, again
In I fall
In I fall, again
How I depend
How I depend |
Liner Notes
Toby Burke: Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica
Clinton Stapleton: Drums
Jon "JT" Taylor: Various Percussion, Keys and Backing Vocals, Slide on In Her Time, Baritone Guitar on Only Child
Shawn Matthews: Bass on Radio
Alex Gibson: Accordion on Led Hart
All songs by T.F.X. Burke
Produced by Jon Taylor and Toby Burke
Recorded at One Car Garage on Tascam 8 Track, by JT, over various afternoons, Mar-April 2001
Mixed by JT, except Chase mixed by John Baxter
Mastered by Alvin Clark
Paintings by Jose Cuello, Design by Jeff Holmes
Thanks to:
Toby's family, especially Amy. Dan Warner and Kev Garant. Mick Thomas for the demo's, Adam for legal, Jose for art , Jeff & Wilbur for designs, Melinda diMauro for pic's. Matt McCartie. Mega & Alasdair for ground support back home. Jessica. Clint & Ambie. JT & Syd. Lisa & Angie. Louie Bandak. Danimal. True Tone. National. Baxter. Mike & The Greek Theatre.
... and anyone else who's followed me this far. More luv to ya.
If you can buy a CD, don't burn it.
"If it's Toby's music, it's my music." - Frances Kay Hemingway 1945-2000 A note about the lyrics (website only):
"There's not a whole lot I can say about the lyrics for this record, other than I wrote it all after first moving to Los Angeles from Melbourne, Australia. It was a really exciting, crazy, emotion-filled time. I started playing with Clint (basically the other half of Horse Stories), which inspired me greatly. I met my future wife. I did tons of weird, ok, shitty, great, odd gigs.
Travelling was certainly on my mind, but so too was the image of the car generally. You drive everywhere in Los Angeles and on top of that, there's plenty of interesting places to drive through throughout California and the surrounding states.
I specifically remember thinking of the key line in "Radio" sitting in the back of my brother's car, staring out the window along the 5 freeway on the way up towards San Francisco.
There are some experiences as a writer that you just can't create or re-create - no matter how hard you try. For me, this time was chock-full of them."
Toby
2007
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