Lyrics

Big Top
Words and music by Chris Jenkins
Stop fighting time my love
And evening wont fall so hard
We’ve still got time my love
You don’t have to fold your cards

Your name will be high in lights
When the bigtop is primed to ignite
And people will crowd here together to see you take flight
They wanna see you fly yeah
They wanna see you fly yeah

And this will be your home my love
But you will have to move so fast
And you’ll be alone my love
Here let me fill your glass

Your name will be high in lights
When the bigtop is primed to ignite
And people will crowd here together to see you take flight
They wanna see you fly yeah
They wanna see you fly yeah

Just Leaving
Words and music by Chris Jenkins

When you toe the line it never gets you down
Following the recipe for life
Time is nothing more
Than dust swept from the floor
And artificial light never burns you down
Your head aches every day and thats alright
Time waits out the storm
That brings another working dawn

And i’m just leaving 50 times a day
I’ll be drinking in the sun miles away

And following in line never brings you down
You stay another day and thats alright
Time is nothing more
Than the acceptance of how bored you are

And i’m just leaving 50 times a day
I’ll be drinking in the sun miles away
And i’m just leaving 50 times a day
I’ll be dying in the sun miles away

Take Me Home
Words and music by Chris Jenkins and Kristian Fjellstad
Time is racing my brain lies chasing up an old song,
These forced confessions and pail impressions aren’t too strong.
It makes me feel as I remember touching you,
Round here there’s nothing else to do
But to reach for love

Simple words I once thought of home
Home is wherever; wherever you take me take me home.

Cool dissection, I’ve watched the reflection and your tide turn
I’ve carried your terrors the ones indigenous to me I’ve watched them burn
And it makes me feel as I remember lifting you
Round here there’s nothing else to d0
But to reach for love

Simple words I once thought of home
Home is wherever; wherever you take me take me home.

After years of distance and passive resistance still constrains me
It was too good to forget, too late to regret, blame or agree
And in the end the regrets laid on a misspent my youth
End here, where all wordlessness is truth and the band plays sweet
The band plays sweet

Simple words I once thought of home
Home is wherever; wherever you take me take me home.

Hanging Around
Words and music by Chris Jenkins

I don’t know what to say, please don’t leave me
Just hanging around ’cause it gets me down.
This was all a mistake, please believe me
Just hanging around here gets me down
I don’t know what to say, please don’t leave me
Just hanging around

This was all good enough for me,
Just living out the sanctuary,
Using all the waking free hours to be
In this old house for all to see,
Just loving you and me,
And the take-outs and TV, mod-cons, tea.

If you’re going to leave can you leave me,
Just hanging around here gets me down.
I don’t know what to please don’t leave me
Just hanging around ’cause it gets me down
I don’t know what to say please believe me
Just hanging around.

There’s a place that i want to be,
In the middle of uncertainty
And its just right for you and me
So lets just leave
This old house for all to see
Just living on empty
And the take-outs on TV, mod-cons, tea.

I Didn’t Lose It
Words and music by Chris Jenkins

I didn’t lose it, I never had it in the first place.
There were so many seams in my lifestyle to split, sobriety was just the first.
I expected my finances to be shot.
I expected to miss England every time I went to work,
I accepted the inevitable break up of a half-arsed long distance relationship,
With all your ego’d up to the nines Saturday nights out in foreign cities.
But what I never expected, was b.

I’d spent the last three years playing the troubadour circuit,
Playing dead songs to Scandinavians and largely hating every minute of it.
Then she came out of nowhere, just walked in one day with a group of other Australians, just having a laugh.
She had these eyes that just shot out of the crowd, and this laugh that I could distinguish from the other side of the room;
She was the happiest, most beautiful girl I’d ever seen,
I was anemic and drunk and wailing into some shitty microphone borrowed from a mate two years previous.
The guise of being a professional musician is an easy thing to maintain in the arse-end of Copenhagen.

Twelve Ball
Words and music by Chris Jenkins

It was a cold winters evening in the dead market hotel,
And MG’s eyes were burning as he crawled into his cell
He said it was highway robbery
What they charged him here tonight
And it’s still controlling me
But if I’m gonna get drunk i’m doing it right
I ain’t got no name I’m just a number
Wont you sit down and drink with me
I said who am I to get you through the night MG

We’re not alone we’re surrounded by those who think that they’ve got it made
But everyone moves around in circles and nobody wants to stay
He said it was hiway robbery what the charged him here tonight
But its still controlling me but i’m not going down wrong or right
I’m a name not just a number, wont you sit down and drink with me
I said who am i to get you through the night MG

And so the conversation turns here to the long hall of his life,
The tears, a twelve-ball, a case of whisky and the Tennessee suicide
He said it was highway robbery on the best part of his life,
And it’s still controlling me but I’m not going down without a fight
I prayed to Jesus Christ to let me go every day this week
He said who am I to get you through the night MG

Tea Toast Bed
Words and music by Chris Jenkins
I’m gonna try now, to hang my head in sleep.
I wanna try now, to fall with you so deep.
Some guy got arrested at midnight on TV
I wanna try now, some positivity.

But how am I supposed to sleep
When your world falls down on me
Yeah its tea toast bed for me
Easily

I wanna try now, to hang my head and sleep.
Like in the small towns, refined simplicity.
So why can’t you hear me? I’m lying through my teeth,
I want the lifestyle as seen on my TV

And how am I supposed to sleep
When their world falls down on me
Yeah its tea toast bed for me
Easily

So I got arrested at mid night on TV
I’m gonna try now, some positivity

How am I supposed to sleep
When your love falls down on me
Yeah its tea toast bed for me
Lately

This Town
Words and music by Chris Jenkins

Falling down
You diamonds on the earth
Never run true
Chase me down
And leave this town

Save your breath
These people change their minds
All the time
In leaps and bounds
They leave this town

And no silent sleep will ever run through here
And so silently I’ll watch you disappear from this town

Safe and sound
Like diamonds in the earth
Don’t have to shin in darkness
So I come
To leave this town

And no sign of sleep will ever run through here
And so silently I’ll watch you disappear from this town

I Knew They’d Find Me
Words and music by Chris Jenkins

I knew they’d find me, clasping your neck and shooting you down.
As we both lie empty and broken, me flat out drunk on the ground.

Well here’s my comfort, here’s my last port of call,
Here’s my final desperate act to find home,
Here’s the raising of a blood red wall,
The smouldering last line of defence, that still holds.

I drink whisky baby, cause this glass don’t lie
I’m all dried up and my words won’t fly,
Though my blood runs slowly and I can hardly speak,
You give me one more and I’ll sing them all to sleep.

I crossed the ocean; I flew ten thousand miles to escape,
And all it took was the lifelong devotion to a girl, a foreign government and grace.
It was a new dawn, a choir and a call,
And a chance in every breath that I’d take,
But in the eyes of a blood red wall it’s seen only as absurd, opportunistic and fake.

I knew you’d help me say all of what it was that I thought,
Or at the least give me a whispered melody only to later take down and distort.
You were my section, were my choir you’re my all,
You’re the bomb that could raise to the ground,
All the raising of a blood red wall,
Silencing your screams and I’ll no longer make a sound

Johnny Went To Bristol
Words and music by Chris Jenkins
Johnny went to bristol to see what he could find
Didn’t want to be where his ideas were left behind
A bit of entertainment a little undefined
johnny went to bristol to see if he could shine

Coz he wants to be a painter
Demon comic illustrator
So thats what he reads
To get a degree

Johnny went to bristol to stop him wasting time
A bit of inspiration that’s not undermined
And his revolution in new comic design
Johnny went to bristol to see if it would fly

Coz he wants to be a painter
Demon comic illustrator
So thats what he reads
To get a degree