Roadside Ballads

by Peter Loveday

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Ten fine new songs from Peter Loveday, self-styled singer-songwriter with a taste for existential pop, and for the beautiful and cruel reality of life.

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released 28 November 2013

Songs by Peter Loveday
Arrangements by Sarah Davison, Naomi Wedman and Peter Loveday

Peter Loveday: vocals, guitar
Sarah Davison: vocals, flute
Naomi Wedman: vocals, violin, piano, keyboard, accordion
Larry Magrinyà: bass, electric guitar
Helen Rowson: vocals
Double bass: Andrew Henley
Drums: Manu Ibarrechevea

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Track Name: Artists
Artists

We are the artists, and there is no doubt
We open doors and throw things out
We are the artists and we do not care
We keep notebooks and pencils in our hair

We are the artists and we go to bed late
We quaff our wine and we smash our plates
We are artists and we tear out our hair
We bite our nails and we live anywhere

La, la, la, la, la, la ... everybody knows

We are crazy and we are having a ball
We jump out of windows, you can hear us fall
We are lazy and we don’t give a damn
Prefering the inner life to a life on the land

We sow flowers and we rant and rave
We paint our faces, we paint in caves
We live on nothing but months and years
And when we go, everybody cheers

La, la, la, la, la, la ... everybody knows

This life’ll be the end of me
Across the ultramarine sea
Out of range, out of sight
Drawn to the edge, poised for flight
Down at heel, hitching a ride
Ballads lying at the roadside
Viridian and cobalt blue
I’ll make it all so new for you
It is of course worth the wait
I’m standing here at the gate
Sun reeling across the sky
And now it must be time to fly
Track Name: Back To The Hood
Back to the hood

Back in the hood, we make no plans
Take no prisoners, hang about in bands
Back in the hood, we speak in tongues
Live like fools, feet slipping off the rungs

And I swear I’ll never make it back one day
Back to the hood where our dreams parade
Back to the hood, back to the hood, I go some days

Roaming wild, with the birds and the bees
Raising our stakes, and skinning our knees
We bury the elders, then dig up their bones
As if to prove there is nothing to show

And I make a stand but I cannot make it pay
Can’t pay my way, back to the hood one day
Back to the hood, back to the hood, doesn’t matter anyway

Falling back, falling back, falling back, falling back

I see the photos, it’s been a while
See how you’ve all, clearly aged in style
Then the wind picks up and blows it all away
Silver threads of light, yet piercing the grey

And I swear I’ll never make it back one day
Back to the hood where our dreams parade
Back to the hood, back to the hood, I go some days

Falling back, falling back, falling back, falling back
Track Name: Comfort
Comfort

I have no answers
Take liberties and chances
In lounges and other chambers
Taking strength from the strangeness

I have many questions
Try a variety of stances
Ignoring all suggestion
And political dances

For the comfort of strangeness

Ah, the talk of the town
Roll on up, roll on down
And queueing for ages
To see the different stages

We rise and we fall
Forever expecting more
Making do with what is left
Neglecting manners and cleanliness

For the comfort of strangeness
Track Name: Idle Cranes
Idle cranes

There she goes, my beautiful life
Over the horizon, just look at those lights
What it must be, on that fine ship
With the hustlers and dealers, and the idle rich

Gets cold in winter, but we have a roof
Took out a loan, but it was not bulletproof
Look out the window, there goes the bank
Got our own car, but ain’t got the crank

Well get it wrong or get it right my friend
These idle cranes do not mark the end
Road is long, river writes in reams
These idle cranes do not build our dreams

There she goes, my beautiful life
In a puff of smoke, in a flash of light
Throw her a kiss, let out a sigh
I‘m not crying, I got ash in my eye

Sweet bird of youth, I had you in my hand
And then you flew away, so far across the land
Waltzing in the thistles, soaking up rain
Standing in the shallows with the idle cranes

Well get it wrong or get it right my friend
These idle cranes do not mark the end
Road is long, river writes in reams
These idle cranes do not build our dreams
Track Name: Last Train
The last train

I’m waiting, on the platform, for the last train, last train to come
Behind me, the city, reminds me, what I leave behind

Warm nights and lovers looking sideways
Night songs in backyards and byways

I do not know, and I do not dare, to dwell on how, we got there
Our Great Divide, our Darling Downs, our different tunes, in different towns

The lovers looking sideways, on the last train
Songs in backyards and byways, on the last train
Train lights revealing the tunnel, on the last train
The driver signals to the lovers, on the last train

Well meet me, halfway as planned, I’ll bring the map, you break the dam
These city streets, won’t leave me alone, keep leading me on, leading me back home

The train light revealing the tunnel
The driver signals to the lovers

And the nights are young, and we fall free, defying all, even gravity
The summer nights, fit like a glove, slipping like sand, through the fingers of your love

The lovers looking sideways, on the last train
Songs in backyards and byways, on the last train
Train lights revealing the tunnel, on the last train
The driver signals to the lovers, on the last train
Track Name: When Need Be
When need be

Hear it now, the call of the wild
The nature and frequency, it's all in the file
Could be a bell tolling, on a marker buoy afloat
Nudged by wind or wave, or the wake of a boat
Or the circles of your memory spreading suddenly
When need be

Trace the cracks and furrows, that we know and love
And even that sinking feeling, still fits like a glove
I raise my glass, and drink to your pleasure
And search for vital signs, on this island of treasure
Just us spinning, on a wheel, blade against the steel
When need be

I lurk in the shadows and grow towards the light
I come into town, all dapper and fine
Standing in the shallows, casting out our lines
Reeling in the slack, reaping our time
Singing, and dancing, for everyone, … for you, for me, to see
When need be

In the clamour of the day, in the candour of the night
Stretching to its measure, or curling up so tight
With method or with madness, in sickness or in health
Weaving our webs, investing our wealth
Or the circles, of your memory, spreading suddenly
When need be
Track Name: Telling It Like It Is
Telling it like it is

When all is said and done, the race all run
Who gets to lose, I’ll let you choose
Amongst the ruins, we pick out our things
Sharpening our knives, untangling our strings

Down there, the promises we make are the promises that we break

Some kind of test, like DNA
Conditions prevail, conditions all the way
Clinging to curves, on the edge of a knife
We ransacked our youth, looking for strife

Spilling out, choking on words that come out, to startle even us
Telling it like it is

Everybody says, what they feel
And in the end, it’s all so real
Dress it in a song, hang it out to dry
Nail it to the wall, take it all the way

To fall in step, to claim the prize, if there really is one for this
Telling it like it is

Clinging to the curves
A question of nerve

You stay where you belong
Now you see it, now it’s gone
At the edge of your smile
As we walk a golden mile
Never right and never wrong
It doesn’t matter in a song
Tell them they got it wrong
The pain won’t last for long
Track Name: On The Edge Of Town
On the edge of town

Are we blind, are we, b-l-i-n-d
The footholds we find, just by accident
Or is it a miracle, an m-i-r-a-c-l-e
Is it a miracle, I can’t decide

All in good time, all in good time
We run wild, and stick together
All down the line, all down the line,
All down the line on the edge of town

In the kitchen, in the kitchen
We sit around, strumming chords and
Sometimes a tear, sometimes a tear
Sometimes a tear is shed on the edge of town

Well, we empty bottles, we empty bottles
Sometimes it's too much, other times not enough
Don't ask me why, don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why on the edge of town

I say, hey there, top it up before it runs out
Hey there, on the edge of town
I say, hey there, pick it up and then put it down
Hey there, on the edge of town

That old dirt road, the washing on the ground
And the dogs barking, it leads nowhere
And the baby crying, the little baby crying
My baby crying on the edge of town

Well, I see the way, I see the way
It don't look so easy, but we’re going there anyway
We're in no hurry, we’re in no hurry
We’re in no hurry on the edge of town
Track Name: Under Every Stone
Under every stone

My heart is full, my hand unsteady
Of things to come, I guess I’m ready
Idylls and icons, draw me on
Leaning forwards, on the back of a song

Time marches on, apparently waits for no-one
Not beautiful losers, or elusive muses
Sisters and brothers, in the company of the others
What do they know, what do they know
What do they know? Do they see

This light, this light you see
This light pouring out of me
Am I right, am I doing OK
Will I make it through anyway

Day in and day out, trying to make a living
Giving to those who take, take from those giving
Do you have a faith, do you hear them calling
Try to spell it out, try to spell it out
Try to spell it out, quickly as I’m falling

Been looking under every stone
Some things buried, and some things blown
Been thinking of my sisters and brothers
You know how much, I appreciate the others
Track Name: Wishing Well
Wishing Well

Running like a fool coz I got work to do
All hands on deck, head tangled up in blue
Just one cigarette or a perfunctory kiss
They'll just have to wait till I finish with this

Wish me well, I wish you well

I got to thinking about you and I got work to do
Shoes to heel and karts to wheel and fires to put out too
Then looking out the window, it is plain to see
That infinite distraction, has a hold on me

Urge me on, I urge you on

Then we go down to the wishing well, outta town, to the wishing well

Don't get angry now, I got work to do
It'll all make perfect sense you'll see when I'm thru
Got to improvise and economise, and balance the books
And wishing all the time is not as easy as it looks

Wish me well, I wish you well

Then we go down to the wishing well, outta town, to the wishing well
There we dwell at the wishing well, and there we fell into that wishing well