All tracks written by Renny Field.

Copywright Renny Field 2005

1. FINDING SOLACE

Finding solace in the little things,
Helps me wonder what tomorrow brings.
Ain’t it bizarre, with a song and a guitar,
Helps me forget about other things.
Wander with head too low might miss a chance to discover an angel to kiss.
Look straight, go there don’t wait. No time to hold back just to reminisce.

Dreaming of finding a way to your feet,
Searching for places where ambitions meet,
Dreaming and hoping that one day they’ll be reality.

Comforting times few and far between,
Starting to question who you are, where you’ve been.
Hard to atone to moments alone.
Fearing this loneliness, what does it mean?
But find a thought, a chance to get back. To be in the right place or on the right track.
Stick with it, hold, embrace it. Head up and pull through, forget what you lack.

A need to discover the best for each other.
Stick with this fight long into the night.
Prepare for the warmth of a new day’s light.

Will it ever be the same? Only got himself to blame.
Always taking the easy way out, never really letting the light shine out.
Like a candle in the darkness scared of its own naked flame.

All this he’s holding on the inside. All this he’s keeping on the inside.

Only the humble perspective is the one that he sees.
But if he won’t blow his own trumpet, he’ll never write symphonies.
If he wonders out loud he thinks that his sound is a burden to those that might hear.
Maintaining his copybook image, concealing his own deepest fears.

But try as he might, he won’t let go.
Caught up in a war that he fights on his own.
Still he needs to be seen as a friend to his worst enemies.
But he’ll never win whilst ever he’s got everyone to please.
And suddenly he’s older than before but his outlook still hasn’t changed.
And when the world knocks, he’s closing his door again.

And he wonders,
Will it ever be the same?
Still he suffers in silence with so much to say.

Continental sailor,
Sailing to his heart’s content.
He’s drifting by a whaler,
Whaling till his day his spent.
And together they strive, out on the sea.
So beautifully alive,
So unquestionably free.

Sometimes our paths are not always the same,
But the ones that don’t last won’t be travelled again. 
Open your eyes as you walk down your street,
Sooner or later you’ll see.

Where you wanna be.
There’s rarely a care if you happen to be.

Can you hear the musician practising long into the night.
Entertaining his ambition, still trying to get it right.
And he quietly strives for his one certain goal.
It’s good to be alive if you’re not selling your soul.

Enigmatic trader calculating fortunes untold.
Sideshow operator offers his own version of riches and gold.

Don't have to tell me you're sorry.
I can see it all over your face.
Don't worry lady, your soul has found its place.

Don't have to tell me you're lonely.
I can see it by the way you sit and stare over there.
Mental deception, way beyond compare.

Don’t have to tell me
You're searching for another
To take her ever so famous place.
Tell you that one day she'll vanish without a trace.

Young man in waiting, he's waiting
For a sense of some mission to help him understand.
With each decision the soul's ambition
Draws him slowly by the hand.
Slowly by the hand.
Drawing me slowly, drawing me slowly.
Slowly by the hand.

Gravity won’t bring me down. Uni blue, my eyes on you.
ABC, just knocking it down. Ocean view, my eyes on you.

Saving all the answers from their graves,
Getting to the point of things, working night and day.
How can this be happening today?
Seems like only yesterday I was stranded in the rain.

Gravity, won’t dampen my soul. Wait and see how it all unfolds.
1,2,3, we’re starting to roll. Wait and see how the journey goes.

Not biding time hoping for fairy tales.
Racing line on an unknown trail.
Learning all the lessons as we go,
Sending out the message so that everybody knows.

Gravity won’t get the best of me. Things will be how they’re meant to be.
Gravity can be my friend. Holding me till I reach the end.

6. WHAT MORE CAN I DO?

If I could just see through life’s haziness, it’s affecting my sanity.
So many questions haunting me, when will I find the answers,
To where I’m meant to be?

So you call me a dreamer, say I’m shooting too high,
Tell me I should stop looking for things I might not find.
But it’s hard to know the difference between wrong and right
When I’m lonely at night, will somebody save me?

Sometimes I gaze at my window but I’m looking and I can’t see through.
Sometimes I feel like a slave to my weakness, like I’m falling on cue.
What more can I do?

Testing my patience, this just ain’t right.
Infant aspirations slipping out of my sight.
And the world’s getting dark, I ain’t seeing the light
Feels like I’m losing this fight, will somebody save me?

It’s not enough to say I’ll make it some day.
Yeah I might be one voice, but I got a lot to say.
Time to get a wriggle on, there’s no time like today.
Guess there’s no use me waiting for someone to save me.  

What more can I do?

7. SHOWBIZ

Something’s better than nothing they say,
That depends what something is.
I’d like to have it all my own way,
But that won’t happen, that’s not showbiz.

Banging my head against the wall,
Guess I’m getting used to this.
The higher I climb, the further I could fall,
But that don’t matter, that’s just showbiz.

I try to make the most of everything on offer,
Shut my eyes take every single chance.
If I could be the toast of stage, screen, whatever,
Would it be a quick romance?

With showbiz, such a funny biz it is.

If I mess it up today,
Will I get a second crack at this?
I’m afraid they say
It doesn’t seem to work that way,
You gotta make magic! That’s just showbiz

If I could get a taste of all the action,
Red carpet taking me everywhere,
What if I was faced with
New powers of attraction,
Would I have a love affair…?

How about cutting me some slack?
I’m about to throw a tiz.
Every day I try to polish up the act,
It’s a forcive habit, that’s just showbiz.

If I was a star,
Would they fly me to the moon to see the world from outer space?
I wouldn’t have the time to appreciate the view,
I’d be far too busy fixing up my precious Hollywood face!

Such a funny Biz it is.

 
8. JUST BE

Thought I’d found someone to lift up my heart from the floor.
Instead I found a tonne of excuses and things to feel sorry for.
When will I learn to let go of myself,
So the right one might see the best in me?
When will I learn?

To Just Be. Just be me.

When will I find a way to just keep on playing it cool?
When will I learn to say
The right words without always playing the fool?

And I don’t know why I keep convincing myself,
That whoever I find will want somebody else.
And I don’t know why I’m so afraid of the game,
I just wish someone would make it easy.

Why do I feel like a stranger?
It’s not the way to be.
Won’t someone set me free?
How do I keep dealing with this anger?
Caught up inside of me,
Can’t find a remedy.

And I don’t know why I keep on telling myself,
That the one on my mind is thinking of somebody else.
And as hard as I try I just end up feeling the same.
Am I ever going to find it easy?
To just be.

9. HOLD ON

I'm on your side,
I can see that you’re fading away.
You'll be just fine, if you just stay.

Can't be blaming yourself any more.
Pick your head up and walk out the door.

Stay here, you're more beautiful than anyone.
Stay strong, not sore.
My hearts gone for you.
I hear, I see. Harder than it’s meant to be.
Stay here, run free, let yourself be.

I can feel your pain, you're so brave
I'll be on your side. Just hold on.

Move on, don't stay.
Finally you hear me.
Your soul is made, let yourself be.
Just hold on.

10. ONE MORE SONG  

(For my friends at the Brass Monkey)

It’s getting close to midnight. Tony gives me the sign.
And Jad at the bar is checking his watch,
Sadly this place gotta close on time.
The Pizza oven’s cooling, last call for beer and wine.
I guess that means I’m signing off, feels like I just arrived.

There’s one more song for the moment, one more song for the room
There’s one last chance to forget about life
While I’m singing my favourite tune.
If I had another hour, I’d still be finished an hour too soon.
One more song is all that’s left, so I guess that’ll have to do.

The pictures tell the story, they’ve all been here before.
No matter what their glory, they keep coming back for more
And the lucky few have found a place upon these famous walls.
Full of style and full of grace, this joint has got it all.

Though I may be weary, though I may be tired.
The Monkey seems to fill the void each and every time.
And even as the candles fade, the setting’s still defined.
A little gem just tucked away not like any other kind.
One more song is all that’s left,
So I guess that’ll have to do.

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All tracks written by Renny Field.

Copywright Renny Field 2005