MUSIC: Lyrics: Falling Swinger
At the mercy of the moods of the room
Resting on your shoulder - breathing in your perfume
Breathin in your perfume - in this big room
All the wrong things, all the stupid fun
That I was sorry for, right after it was done
Right after it was done - here in the big room
Got pretty flowers, such beautiful things
A loser is just a player that doesn't want to win
I got a bird it might sing, sing for you in the big room
A roulette wheel, spin it around watch it change
I need a guide map to tell me how I feel
It's like a roulette wheel spinning round the big room
I had a change of mind, had a change of heart
I had to change the scenery, that was the difficult part
I might leave the room but you know I'll always be back
She's got the gift, the gift of making me wish she was here
She's got the reddest lips, her eyes are cold and green and clear
She says she's coming she'll be here soon
Dancing in the big room
I'm breathing in your perfume
Breathing in the big room
Big room
Big room, big room
Big room, in the big room
There's many ????? in the big room
White Noise
Cummings/Shane O'Mara
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You know those warnings on the radio?
Well everything they said was true
Waves of unverified information hanging in the air
Spilling over me and you
It feels like white noise
You can't predict it's appearance
It was like sensing someone creeping behind me
But when I looked, there was nobody there
And when you get there, you just don't care
It's just white noise
I know this feeling, I have had it before
I see your lips moving, are you talking to me, are you sure?
Park the car, we'll watch the setting sun over the sea
I see your eyes moving, are you looking at me
Or is it just white noise
Let's take a break for a television commercial
September 13
Steve Kilbey
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You should never have used magic
To summon me back here
The consequences could be rather tragic
Yeah, that's a real good trick my dear
And all the while I was under the impression
Falling on the border like an ace
You almost smile, assured of my discretion
Lost in the desert of your face
Just the other side of disgrace
Don't you always get what you ask for
Don't you always ask for what you get
I thought you read the label
Before you laid the table
You got no cause for regret
And all the time I am under the delusion
That it's me who's calling out the script
But you jump, up to your conclusion
Your anecdotes all come forth unripped
But who gave you the sweat that you dripped
Fell From A Great Height
Cummings/Bill McDonald
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I fell from a great height
Something broke inside me
In a dream, in a room
With this delightful wicked melody
I fell from a great height
I fell from a great height
From a tall glass steel building in the sky
I am vulnerable to moments of regret
So powerful I thought I must die
I fell from a great height
I fell from a great height
And I was screaming that I still loved you
Rushing towards earth
All the troubles I have lived through
I fell from a great height
I fell from a great height
Thinking that's the way it ought to be
The faint glow from the city lights
Was all I could see
I fell from a great height
I fell from a great height
Scrambling with myth and light
Surrendered to a dream
That was absolutely right
I fell from a great height
As I Rise
Cummings/Bill McDonald
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I can't give you anything but love
I can't give you anything
Don't mention this to anyone
Don't mention this to anyone
As I rise - as I rise
The shadow at the bottom of the pool
That shadow it reminds me of you
Don't mention this to anyone
Don't mention this to anyone
As I rise - as I rise
All I ever wanted to do, to come home to you
It's all I ever wanted to do
Don't mention this to anyone
Don't mention this to anyone
As I rise - as I rise
What The Eyes Have Made Welcome To The Heart
Cummings/Chris Abrahams
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I couldn't ever make up my mind
About what I was to receive - what I'd leave behind
She said, I dreamed about you again last night
We were walking in the bright daylight
You can't invade you can only explore
Have you had enough or are you ready for more
Rushing in out of the blue
Don't get sentimental on me now will you
Your sleeping head rests against my chest
Mid-morning light flickers as though to suggest
I set you free, you murmur something to me
You sound as fresh and unfathomable as the sea
A River Lies Between Us
Cummings/Shane O'Mara
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Where's that Indian summer we were promised
Those still nights that disappear without a peep
Autumn leaves swirl about, making unscheduled stops
And all I want to do is sleep, all I want to do is sleep
A river lies between us
But that river is too wide
A river lies between us
Can't get across to the other side
I do not want for anything, I could walk for hours
She had all the natural graces, she was in such a hurry
She always wanted to do everything
And it was not lost on me, it all looked so very pretty
A river lies between us
But that river is too wide
A river lies between us
Can't get across to the other side
A river lies between us
But that river is too wide
Wish you were here again
I wish you were here again
I wish you were here again
I wish you were here again
I wish you were here again
I wish you were here again
Wish you were here again
I wish you were here again
Yeah, greats been the pleasure, one can think of nothing else
Left all to myself, left all to myself, left all to myself
A river lies between us
But that river is too wide
A river lies between us
Can't get across to the other side
A river lies between us
But that river is too wide
A river lies between us
Can't get across to the other side
100 Different Ways
Cummings/Shane O'Mara
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I should not wonder
If there were a hundred different ways of being in love
If one hundred flowers were in bloom
They'd be all singing a different tune
All singing of another
Every sister and brother
I was on the point of telling you this
But I drew back from that sweet abyss
Love is a most troublesome companion
But it's ever so sweet to the eye
It rises, in all shapes and sizes
That's not always easy to identify
I thought I was beyond change
I was surprised that I was wrong
I thought anything, to set my careless heart at ease
Even the simplest caresses of a breeze
So know your heart, that is all that matters
When approaching love, we're entirely mad as hatters
I Wish The Show Was Over
Cummings
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Her friends hadn't been good to her since she had been in the hospital
Nobody to collect her groceries for her
Nothing was of any interest at all
She said your sister talks to me
Like a social worker
But her life has been harder than yours or mine
Can't you two be friends
Can't you visit her some time
I wish that the show was all over
My mother said, I know it's my fault
I could kick myself for bringing you up so wrong
Some days I simply ride trams around all day
My only wish is that we could all get along
When I woke up this morning the pain was too much to bear
Those tests I have hurt so much I am beyond care
Events from past years can easily bring me to tears
Find myself getting regretful - wish I was more forgetful
I wish that the show was all over
Well anxiety that's the devils impatience, I said
Life tastes sweet, soon enough we all end up dead
So I recited that famous poem about having promises to keep
Mother dearest you have got miles to go yet before you sleep
I wish that the show was all over
Days Chasing Days
Cummings/Chris Abrahams
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All right, you win - you've come to me for something
Open the window, where you turn - I will follow
And all my prayers, tonight and tomorrow
It takes so little to get me excited
We want to dance this dance together
She stepped into his embrace and kept a straight face
Lent back in her chair - ran her fingers through her hair
This is what fools me, time after time
We lay flat on our stomachs - trying to sleep
For our souls to keep
Days chasing days
Days chasing days
We rose - fell together
Dancing to the music of time
Never a wrong turn - side stepping - whirling around
I try to run away - fade into the light of day
In the city of my heart - you're a central part
Don't just sit there, looking at me
We want to dance this dance together
Days chasing days
Days chasing days
We rose - fell together
Dancing to the music of time
Sliding Across A Blue Highway
Cummings/Burstin
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Driving through a pitch black night with the blur of oncoming headlights
Lanterns swaying in the perfumed breeze
Driving all night in a black Citroen
Listening to Dark Side of the Moon on eight track cartridge
Trucks broken down beside the road
Old trucks held together with wire and string and good intentions
Keep those trucks moving down highway one
Chickens hanging from roofs
Shoulder of the road covered with rice, drying in the golden light
Everything's crumbling and growing out of control
Desota trucks roll, trucks stacked high, with a headlight missing
Painted yellow and red
"Renovation is the way ahead"
Irrigate the fields
Roadside cafes selling com pho
Vietnamese girls in traditional ao dai riding bicycles to afternoon school
Long gloves worn to the elbow
What Was There To Worry About
Cummings
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I just knew how you would look
Perched on a stool at a bar, reading a book
She was fearless and bold
The beauty of stars -
I say that kind of stuff when I'm in bars
I wanted company, hey stay until it's light
Or until I can make it right
Fly in - you fly out - of my life - be my wife
I was so full of insecurities I wanted to scream or shout
Hey, but what was there to worry about?
Whims and caprice, so why are you so steamed up?
Why so down in your cups?
Well the women cried and the men sighed
Something about a ring or a wedding
Do I look like a liar? Please don't answer that
What about if I wore a little hat
I might look a little more like Alain Delon in L'Samurai
I was so full of insecurities, I wanted to scream or shout
Hey, but what was there to worry about?
God Knows
Cummings/Shane O'Mara
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Whatever time of night
Stray not far from my shore
When night has stretched across the sky
When you knock, it comes, at my door
After lying on the bed awhile
My thoughts always turn to you
And I hear you fumble with your key
And I know now what I must do
God knows what made me do it
To walk out that door and not look back
God knows - I suppose
God knows what made me do it
The golden glow from the radio dial
Hey and it's filling my room
And your crumpled sleeping body
Is illuminated by the fat, white moon
God knows what made me do it
To walk out that door and not look back
God knows - I suppose
God knows what made me do it
God knows what made me do it
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