Story Behind The Song
Written in 1997. Original recording in 2005 - re-recorded in 2006 on Pro-Tools 6.2.2 Melbourne - Australia
Song Description
Who else could we possibly be if not ourselves? For if we all knew the truth about our very being, that we are indeed all one, complete and whole in every way, then the worlds' corruptions and misconducts are of no consequence to the true joy of our spir
| Song Length |
5:45 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Folk - Alternative |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Gracious, Cool |
| Subject |
Capitalism, Conformity |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
I'm standing in the middle, under the big blue sky.
I'm standing on the ocean bed, I've lost my head, I've got salt water dripping in my eye.
Take a look around and maybe then you'll see that the forth primary colour ain't sittin' in you're cupboard and you don't really brush your teeth
and the clothes that you wore, if you leave them on the floor, run away if you leave them for a week.
So run me down with your tryke - 'cause I haven't got a come-back.
So run me down with your big bad tryke - 'cause you know I'll only tip my hat.
Now Bob's really my uncle, some people laugh when I say,
but you know he's not a diplomat, a front door mat, a police-man, a scholar who can't be bothered or Dave
And if you wait in the corner, with the light turned on, you better turn it off.
And run me down with your tryke - 'cause I haven't got a come-back.
So run me down with your big bad tryke - 'cause you know I'll only tip my hat.
And so I fall.
I've been defeated at the cross roads.
I left my tryke out in the rain, but it doesn't mean that I'm insane.
The feelings dealing really high blows and I can't tell which way the water flows
'cause it'll take another life-time to explain why I left my tryke out in the rain.
So run me down with your tryke - 'cause I haven't got a come-back.
So run me down with your big bad tryke - 'cause you know I'll only tip my hat.
So run me down with your tryke - 'cause I haven't got a come-back.
So run me down with your big bad tryke - 'cause you know I'll only tip my hat.
I turned the sound back down 'cause the innocence is lost and found and the meaning has shot through -
and the only thing that's left is a momory not so true -
It's there in the middle of my dreams, but not what it seems 'cause I don't know how -
so bring on your tryke now..........