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Jack Johnson: In Between Dreams

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Universal Records
Released: 2005.03.01
Time:
 41:00
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *********. (9/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.jackjohnsonmusic.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2008.03.22
Price in €: 7,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Better Together (J.Johnson) - 3:27
[2] Never Know (J.Johnson) - 3:32
[3] Banana Pancakes (J.Johnson) - 3:11
[4] Good People (J.Johnson) - 3:28
[5] No Other Way (J.Johnson) - 3:09
[6] Sitting, Waiting, Wishing (J.Johnson) - 3:03
[7] Staple It Together (J.Johnson/M.Podlewski) - 3:16
[8] Situations (J.Johnson) - 1:17
[9] Crying Shame (J.Johnson/A.Topol) - 3:06
[10] If I Could (J.Johnson) - 2:24
[11] Breakdown (Dan the Automator/Huston/J.Johnson) - 3:32
[12] Belle (J.Johnson) - 1:42
[13] Do You Remember (J.Johnson) - 2:24
[14] Constellations (J.Johnson) - 3:21

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Jack Johnson - Guitar, Vocals

Merlo Podlewski - Bass
Adam Topol - Percussion, Drums
Zach Gill - Piano, Accordion

Mario Caldato, Jr. - Producer, Engineer, Mixing
Thomas Campbell - Photography, Cover Photo
Robert Carranza - Engineer, Mixing
Bernie Grundman - Mastering
Dave Homcy - Photography
Dave Lively - Art Direction, Design
Jeff Motch - Art Direction, Design


 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s

2005 CD Brush Fire Records 000414902
2005 LP Brush Fire Records 000414901
2005 CD Universal Island 9881565
2007 CD Universal 9051

In Between Dreams is a wandering, sun-soaked album of laidback grooves and hooks and the 3rd release from the summer's hero, Jack Johnson. In Between Dreams includes the single "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing".

Recording information: 10/2004.

A former professional surfer and self-proclaimed beach bum, Jack Johnson is an unlikely candidate for rock-star status. Somehow, however, this everyman's mellow pop songs seem to tap into a commonly held desire for the simple life. The formula on IN BETWEEN DREAMS doesn't vary much from Johnson's previous albums, but is no less engaging--delicately strummed acoustic guitar, round bass lines, and gently funky drum patterns form a comforting bed for the Hawaii native's effortlessly soulful R&B-meets-folk vocals. Sounding at times like a more laid-back G. Love (without the rap tendencies), Johnson celebrates the simple pleasures and asks the big questions with the childlike innocence that only someone living in a literal paradise could muster. "Banana Pancakes" is a Harry Nilsson-like groover that urges listeners to skip work and enjoy themselves every so often, while "Good People" decries the age of reality television with a poignancy reminiscent of Donovan at his free-spirited best. Perhaps the track that most accurately encapsulates Johnson's unique less-is-more approach, however, is "Belle," a jazzy ditty that clocks in at less than two minutes and lets a swooning accordion tell the bulk of the story.



Singer/songwriter Jack Johnson writes songs that just feel good. The simple equation that combines him with an acoustic guitar is warm and relaxed, a cozy formula that's made him a favorite among American college crowds. It should be to no surprise that Johnson sticks with what he does best for his third album, In Between Dreams. Producer Mario Caldato, Jr. is back again, touching up Johnson's summery backdrop for another playful set of songs. The genre-blending charm and sweetness that made Brushfire Fairytales and On and On doesn't change that much, but does it really have to? Johnson, alongside drummer Adam Topol and bassist Merlo Podlewski, makes safe records. While there isn't anything wrong with that, taking a few more risks sonically and lyrically wouldn't work against him. Tender moments such as "If I Could" and "No Other Way" showcase a more reserved side on In Between Dreams. Other highlights include the lullaby-like "Breakdown" and the bossa nova rhythms of "Do You Remember." Whether he's singing about being in love - which he does quite well on "Better Together" and "Banana Pancakes" - or reflecting on its hardships, Johnson's laid-back approach is his biggest strength. In Between Dreams is a bit brighter and more upbeat, but his song remains the same.

MacKenzie Wilson - All Music Guide
 


Jack Johnson has found himself a groove. Indeed, the Hawaiian surfing champion turned alternative pop-folk star really hasn't changed things one iota for his sophomore release. Fans of Brushfire Fairytales should be delighted with the results. The groove is a mellow one--most of the 16 tracks here are semi-acoustic--and that easy-going spirit filters into Johnson's lyrical philosophies. "What will be will be / And so it goes" he sings on "Times Like These," the opening track. Thankfully, Johnson is never too mellow, and there's a "Don't worry, be happy" vibe to most of his music. "The Horizon Has Been Defeated" even has a pseudo-reggae feel to it. Although classified as an alternative musician, the singer-songwriter's compositions owe much to past hits. "Traffic in the Sky" is reminiscent of Jim Croce's "Operator" and Looking Glass's one-hit-wonder, "Brandy." On the splendid "Taylor," Johnson sounds an awful lot like Donovan. And "By The Way" recalls the Lovin' Spoonful.

Bill Holdship - Amazon.com



Getreu seinem Motto "Happy zu sein, heute und hier" macht Jack Johnson Musik mit Verwöhnaroma: Gute Laune und Entspannung sind auf seinem Album In Between Dreams praktisch vorprogrammiert. Die Geschichten die das Leben schreibt sind bekanntlich oftmals die interessantesten, so wie jene von Jack Johnson: Als waschechter Hawaiianer, mit den Wellen auf Du und Du, entschied er sich jedoch mit Anfang 20 ganz bewusst gegen eine Karriere als Profi-Surfer, um stattdessen in Kalifornien an einer Filmschule den Umgang mit der Kamera zu erlernen. Eine gute Entscheidung, da ihm somit das Publikum heutzutage neben jeder Menge guter Musik auch einige beeindruckende Surffilme wie The September Sessions und Thicker than Water zu verdanken hat. Aus praktischen Erwägungen heraus ließ er hierfür keine aufwändigen Soundtracks komponieren, sondern griff kurzerhand selbst zur Gitarre. Es ist besonders schön, wenn sich das Leben manchmal von seiner gerechten Seite zeigt und jene Dinge honoriert, die aus voller Überzeugung geschaffen wurden, wie die Musik Jack Johnsons. Langsam, aber stetig fand sie zunächst in den USA und schließlich weit über die Grenzen hinaus begeisterte Zuhörer. Mit In Between Dreams hat Jack Johnson konsequent seinen musikalischen Weg weiterverfolgt. Dabei ist ihm das Kunststück gelungen, stilistisch voll und ganz an seine beiden Vorgängeralben anzuknüpfen und zugleich seine musikalische Sprache weiterzuentwickeln. Noch immer ist der raue Folk-Charakter zu spüren, jedoch abgemildert durch die sparsame Instrumentierung mit Akkordeon und Klavier, was der Musik einen ganz eigenen Charme verleiht, -besonders eindrucksvoll zu hören in dem Song "Belle". Das Jack Johnson auch die lebhafteren Töne beherrscht, beweist er mit dem humorvollen Stück "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing". Vielleicht hätten dem Album mehr lebhafte Tupfer dieser Art nicht geschadet, um die Vielseitigkeit dieses Songwriters zu betonen und noch mehr Abwechslung zu schaffen. Doch wer es ausschließlich entspannend und besinnlich mag, dem können ausdrucksstarke Stücke in der Art von "If I could" und "Do you remember" durchaus genügen, um den behutsamen Übergang von der Vergangenheit geliebter Vorgängeralben in die Gegenwart zu In Between Dreams zu finden. Von Jack Johnson Innovationen zu erwarten, hieße ihn und seine Musik zu verkennen. Vielmehr liegt seine Stärke darin, den Zuhörer mit seiner Musik an der persönlichen Glückseligkeit teilhaben zu lassen, zum Beispiel beim Surfen auf dem Meer, das ebenfalls sein ewiges Lied singt, ohne jemals langweilig zu werden.

Andreas Schultz - Amazon.de



Jack Johnson kennt sie wirklich, die perfekte Welle: Schon mit vier Jahren stand der Hawaiianer erstmals auf dem Surfbrett. Doch statt Profi zu werden, besuchte er eine Filmschule in Kalifornien und begann, Surf-Dokus zu drehen. Dass er als Soundtrack seine eigenen spröden Folkpop-Songs auf der Akustikgitarre einspielte, war eher eine Notlösung. Dann aber hörte Ben Harper seine Lieder, öffnete ihm Türen - und aus der Notlösung wurden Platinplatten. Inzwischen steht Jack Johnson in den US-Charts zwischen Jennifer Lopez und 50 Cent und dreht Videoclips mit Ben Stiller. Erstaunlich, denn auch auf dem dritten Album "In between Dreams" verewigt Johnson in autobiografischen Songs die schlichte Lebensphilosophie eines Surfers. Musikalisch bleibt er jenseits aller Trends und gibt den unaufgeregten Singer/Songwriter an der Akustikgitarre, der nur Hilfestellung von dezent groovenden Basslines und - gelegentlich - Piano und Akkordeon zulässt. Das Geheimnis seines Erfolges scheint einzig und allein in Johnsons Melodien zu liegen. Denn die sind nicht nur einfach, sondern auch einfach schön.

(cs) - Kulturnews



In den vergangenen fünf Jahren avancierte Jack Johnson vom Filmemacher, der seine Surfer-Filme auf 16mm umsetzte und vertonte, zum erfolgreichen Singer-Songwriter. Nun veröffentlicht er sein drittes und musikalisch bisher positivstes Album In Between Dreams. Johnson schafft akustische Ohrwürmer bestehend aus smarten, verspielten Pianomelodien und soliden Basslines und kreiert damit den hypnotischen blues- und funkbeeinflußten Groove, der durch das Album fließt. In Between Dreams wurde in Hawaii und Los Angeles aufgenommen, produziert von Mario Caldato, Jr.und gemischt von Robert Carranza, dem gleichen Duo, welches auch 2003 für On and 0n am Mischpult saß. In Between Dreams featured auch Beiträge am Piano und Akkordeon von Jack´s altem Freund Zach Gill, Mitglied des Animal Liberation Orchestra. Die Songs auf In Between Dre    ams sind nostalgisch und romantisch. "Better Together" mit seinen Schachteln voller Fotographien, verblichen in "sepia-farbener Liebe" ist ein Liebeslied, das Johnson für seine Frau Kim geschrieben hat: "It´s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving/But I´ll tell you one thing, it´s always better when we´re together." Der optimistische Song "Staple it Together" erinnert uns daran, sich den Herausforderungen des Lebens zu stellen, während "If I could", sanft und melodiös unterlegt mit Percussion, ein ergreifendes Abschiedslied für einen Freund ist: "I heard some words from a friend on the phone that didn´t sound so good/ The doctor gave him two weeks to live/ I´d give him more if I could." Einige Tracks, wie das Akkordeon-erfüllte "Bella" verweisen zurück auf Brushfire Fairytales, während andere wie "Crying Shame" erst geschrieben wurden als das Album schon fast fertig war. Die erste Singleauskoppelung "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing" handelt von der amüsanten Jagd eines Freundes nach einem Mädchen. Nach musikalischen Einlagen auf Grillfesten seiner Familie und an Deck von Booten auf Surfausflügen muß es Johnson doch ein Stück weit surreal erscheinen, nun mit seiner Band um die Welt zu reisen, in Fernsehsendungen aufzutreten und in ausverkauften Amphitheatern zu spielen. Die Realität jedoch ist, dass Jack Johnson über die letzten Jahre hinweg bemerkenswert viel erreicht hat als Künstler, Filmemacher, Musiker und nun auch als Vater. Seine dritte Albumveröffentlichung In Between Dreams trägt seine Unterschrift, den Sound, den seine Fans überall auf der Welt lieben, eine Sammlung positiver Songs, die jeden dazu auffordern, mit einzustimmen.

Amazon.de


For a man who gets his biggest kicks surfing the waves and strumming his guitar on a lonely beach in native Hawaii, singer-songwriter Jack Johnson has carved out quite a remarkable career on the mainland. His 2003 album, On and On, went platinum on the back of hit single "The Horizon Has Been Defeated." The follow-up, meanwhile, seems destined to shine even brighter. The drifting chords and soft voice are still in place, only now Johnson's instinct for melody has sharpened alongside his ability to self-edit. These small concessions make third album, In Between Dreams, his most conspicuous, particularly on tracks like the three-minute relationship drama, "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing," and "Breakdown," a song he originally recorded for Handsome Boy Modeling School's White People album remade here to reveal its full stripped-down loveliness. Imagine all the coconuts it will buy.

Aidin Vaziri  - Amazon.co.uk



Not a lot changes in the world of Jack Johnson - a realm where old pals sit around shooting the breeze about life's little pleasures and shrugging off the outside world's minor setbacks. Thanks to the surfer-turned-songwriter's aw-shucks attitude and easygoing delivery, however, that steadiness is more comforting than it is tedious, particularly on homespun tracks like the shuffling "Banana Pancakes" and "Good People," a piano-laced tune as sweet anything in the catalog of the Lovin' Spoonful. As ever, Johnson occasionally slips into low-key hip-hop - offering up a re-recorded rendition of "Breakdown," his contribution to Handsome Boy Modeling School's White People - but the mood of In Between Dreams is never too rambunctious. Instead of rollicking, Johnson prefers to serenade, an approach that works particularly well on the deceptively simple "Belle" and the unabashedly giddy "Better Together." Yeah, he's a little more crafty with his songwriting these days, as evidenced by "Sitting, Wishing, Waiting," a tune that leavens its lovelorn musing with enough winks to keep sappiness at bay. But that evolution hasn't taken anything away from Johnson's guileless charm - which is fortunate, since that's what sets him apart from the competition.

David Sprague - Barnes & Noble



Mojo (Publisher) (p.109) - 3 stars out of 5 - "A rare feat: gentle and kind without becoming soppy or daft."



Johnson appears to think that his smooth acoustic surfer music might need a retooling to reflect this scary new world. He still sounds mellow 'n' yellow on escapist cuts like "Banana Pancakes," and he occasionally still fakes a Caribbean accent that's groovy for Harry Belafonte but not for dudes as white as Johnson. But on "Crying Shame" and "Staple It Together," he attacks warmongers and the chronically denial-ridden. Don't try to take his waves, either!

BARRY WALTERS - Mar 10, 2005
Rolling Stones
 

 L y r i c s


Better Together

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart, like
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together

Mmmm, It's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments
just might find their way into my dreams tonight,
But I know that they’ll be gone
when the morning light sings
and brings new things
for tomorrow night you see
that they’ll be gone too,
too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
i was somewhere in between
With only two,
Just me and you,
Not so many things we got to do
or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now,

Yeah It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

I believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together


Never Know 

I heard this old story before
Where the people keep on playing for their metaphors
But don't leave much up to the imagination,
So I, wanna give this imagery back
But I know it just ain’t so easy like that
So I turn the page and read the story again
and again and again
It sure seems the same, with a different name
We're breaking and rebuilding
and we're growing
always guessing

Never knowing
We're shocking but we're nothing
We're just moments, we're Clever but we're clueless
We're just human, amusing and confusing
Were trying but where is this all leading?
We'll Never Know

It all happened so much faster than you could say disaster
Wanna take a time lapse and look at it backwards
Find the last one and maybe that’s just the answer that we're after
But after all we're just a bubble in a boiling pot
Just one breath in a chain of thought
We're moments just combusting
We feel certain but we'll never, never know
It sure seems the same, give it a different name
We're begging and we're needing
and we're trying and we're breathing

Never knowing
We're shocking but we're nothing
We're just moments, we're Clever but we're clueless
We're just human, amusing and confusing
We're helping, rebuilding and we're growing
Never Know

Knock, knock coming door to door
To tell ya that their metaphor is better than yours
And you can either sink or swim things are looking pretty grim
If you don’t believe in what they're spoon feeding
Its got no feeling so I read it again and again and again

It sure seems the same so many different names
Our hearts are strong our heads are weak
We'll always be competing

Never knowing
We're shocking but we're nothing
We're just moments, we're Clever but we're clueless
We're just human, amusing and confusing
But the truth is all we got is questions
We'll Never Know
Never Know
Never Know


Banana Pancakes

Well can't you see that it's just raining
there ain't no need to go outside...
But Baby, You hardly even notice
when I try to show you
this song is meant to keep ya
from doing what you're supposed to
like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now

And we can pretend it all the time, yeah
Can't you see that it's just raining
there ain't no need to go outside

But just maybe,
halaka ukulele
mama made a baby
Really don't mind the practice
cause you're my little lady
lady lady love me
cause I love to lay here lazy
we could close the curtains
pretend like there's no world outside

And we can pretend it all the time
and can't you see that it's just raining
there ain't no need to go outside
ain't no need ain't no need Mmmm MMmmm
Can't you see, can't you see
rain all day
and I don't mind.

telephone singing ringing it's too early don't pick it up
we don't need to
we got everything we need right here and everything we need is enough
just so easy
when the whole world fits inside of your arms
do we really need to pay attention to the alarm?
wake up slow, mmm mmm wake up slow
But baby You hardly even notice
when I try to show you
this song is meant to keep ya
from doing what you're supposed to
like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
i'll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now

And we can pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining
ain't no need to go outside
ain't no need ain't no need
rain all day I really really really don't mind
Can't you see, can't you see,
you gotta wake up slow


Good People

You win it’s your show now
So what’s it going to be?
Cause' people will tune in
How many train wrecks do we need to see?
Before we lose touch
And we thought this was low
Well it’s bad, getting worse….

Where’d all the good people go?
I’ve been changing channels and I don’t see them on the tv shows
Where’d all the good people go?
We’ve got heaps and heaps of what we sow

They got this and that with a rattle a tat
Testing, one, two, man whatcha gonna do
Bad news misused, got too much to lose
Give me some truth now, who’s side are we on
Whatever you say
Turn on the boob tube, I’m in the mood to obey
So lead me astray
And by the way now…

Where’d all the good people go?
I’ve been changing channels and I don’t see them on the tv shows
Where’d all the good people go?
We’ve got heaps and heaps of what we sow

Sitting around feeling far away
So far away but I can feel the debris, can you feel it?
You interrupt me from a friendly conversation
To tell me how great it’s all going to be
You might notice some hesitation
'cause its important to you, it’s not important to me
way down by the edge of your whole reason
Well it's beginning to show and ALL I really want to know is…

Where’d all the good people go?
I’ve been changing channels and I don’t see them on the tv shows
Where’d all the good people go?
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow

(Where’d all the good people go?)
They got this and that with a rattle a tat
Testing one, two man whatcha gonna do
Bad news misused give me some truth
You got too much to lose
Whose side are we on today, anyway
Okay, whatever you say
Wrong or resolute but in the mood to obey
Station to station desensitizing the nation
where'd all the good people go
Going, going, gone.


No Other Way

When your mind is a mess
so is mine
I cant sleep
cause it hurts when I think
My thoughts aren't at peace
with the plans that we make
chances we take
they're, not yours they're not mine
there's waves that can break
all the words that we said
and the words that we mean
words can fall short
can't see the unseen
cause the world is awake
for somebody's sake now, please close your eyes woman
please get some sleep

And know that if I knew
all of the answers I would
not hold them from you
know all of the things that i'd know
we told each other, there is no other way mm mm

Well too much silence can be misleading
You're drifting I can hear it in the way that you're breathing
We don't really need to find reason
Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving
Leaving like a day that’s done and part of a season
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves
But at least we can sleep, its all that we need
When we wake we will find
Our minds will be free to go to sleep

And know that if I knew
all of the answers I would
not hold them from you
know all of the things that i'd know 'cause
we told each other, there is no other way mm mm


Sitting Waiting Wishing

I was sitting, waiting, wishing
You believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs.

Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain't the lord, no I'm just a fool
Learning lovin somebody don't make them love you.

Chorus
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool.

I sang your songs, I danced your dance
I gave your friends, all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you

Oh, maybe you've been through this before
But it's my first time, so please ignore
The next few lines, cause they're directed at you.

Chorus
I can't always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool.

Bridge
I keep playing your part
But it's not my scene
Want this plot to twist
I've had enough mystery
Keep building it up
Then shooting me down
But I'm already down

Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting

Well if I was in your position
I'd put down all my ammunition
I'd wonder why it had taken me so long

But Lord knows that I'm not you
and if I was I wouldn't be so cruel
cause waitin' on love ain't so easy to do

Repeat Chorus
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool
No I can't always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool, fool


Staple It Together

It's really too bad
He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumbtack
That held up the list of things he got to do
It's really no good
He's moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he's been because he forgot to look

He better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather (X2) (mmHmm)

Well I guess you could say
That he don't even know where to begin
Because he looked both ways but he was so afraid
Digging deep into the ditch every chance he missed
And the mess he made
Because hate is such a strong word
And every brick he laid a mistake they say
That his walls are getting taller, and his world is getting smaller

He better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather (X2) (mmHmm)

It's really too bad
He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumbtack
That held up the list of things he got to do
It's really no good
He's moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he’s been cause he forgot to look

He better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather (X2)

If the weather gets better we should get together
Spend a little time or we could do whatever
And if we get together we'd be twice as clever
So staple it together and call it bad weather... (mmHmm)


Situations

Situation number one:
It's the one that's just begun,
But evidently it's too late.
Situation number two:
It's the only chance for you;
It's controlled by denizens of hate.
Situation number three:
It's the one that no one sees;
It's all too often dismissed as fate.
Situation number four:
The one that left you wanting more,
It tantalized you with its bait.


Crying Shame

It's such a tired game
Will it ever stop?
How will this all play
Out of sight out of mind.

By now we should know how to communicate
Instead of coming to blows, We're on a roll
And there ain't no stopping us now
We're burning under control
Isn't it strange how we're all
Burning under the same sun?

Buy now and save, it's a war for peace
It's the same old game
But do we really want to play?
We could close our eyes it's still there

We could say it's us against them
We could try but nobody wins

Gravity has got a hold on us all
We could try to put it out

But it's a growing flame
Using fear as fuel
Burning down our name
And it won't take too long
Words all burn the same
And who are we going to blame now?

It's such a crying, crying, crying shame (rp 3x)

By now it's beginning to show
A number of people are numbers that ain't coming home
I could close my eyes it's still there
Close my mind be alone
I could close my heart and not care
But gravity has got a hold on us all

It's a terrific price to pay
But in the true sense of the word
Are we using what we've learned?
In the true sense of the word
Are we losing what we were?

It's such a tired game
Will it ever stop?
It's not for me to say
Is it in our blood
Or is it just our fate?
And how will this all play
out of sight, out of mind
Who are we going to blame all in all?

It's such a crying, crying, crying shame (rp 3x)


If I Could

A brand new baby was born yesterday,
Just in time
Papa cried, baby cried
Said, your tears are like mine
I heard some words
from a friend on the phone,
didn't sound so good
The doctor gave him two weeks to live
I'd give him more if I could

You know that I would now
If only I could
You know that I would now
If only I could

Down the middle drops one more
grain of sand
They say that
new life makes losing life easier to understand
Words are kind
they help ease the mind
I miss my old friend
And though you gotta go
we'll keep a piece of your soul
One goes out
One comes in

You know that I would now
If only I could
You know that I would now
If only I could


Breakdown

I hope this old train breaks down
then I could take a walk around
and, see what there is to see
time is just a melody
With all the people in the street
walking fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my window's got a view
Well the frame I'm looking through
seems to have no concern for now
so for now I

I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down

Well this engine screams out loud
Centipede gonna crawl westbound
so I dont even make a sound
Because its gunna sting me when I leave this town
And all the people in the street
that I'll never get to meet
if these tracks dont bend somehow
and I got no time
that I got to get to
where I dont need to be
So I

I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down

I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown

I want to break on down
but I cant stop now
let me break on down

But you cant stop nothing
if you got no control
of the thoughts in your mind
that you kept and you know
you dont know nothing
but you dont need to know
the wisdom's in the trees
not the glass windows
You can't stop wishing
If you don't let go
of the things that you find
and you lose, and you know
you keep on rolling
put the moment on hold
the frame's too bright
so put the blinds down low

I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I want to break on down
but I cant stop now


Belle

Oi, lienda,
Bella che fa?
Bonita,
Bonita, Qué tal?
But, Belle,
Je ne comprends pas français
So you'll have to speak to me
Some other way.


Do You Remember

Do you remember when we first met? I sure do
It was some time in early September
Though you were lazy about it, you made me wait around
I was so crazy about you, I didn't mind

So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours
It wasn't hard to find, you'd painted flowers on
Guess that I was afraid that if you rolled away
You might not roll back my direction really soon

Well, I was crazy about you then and now
The craziest thing of all, over ten years have gone by
And you're still mine, we're locked in time
Let's rewind

Do you remember when we first moved in together?
The piano took up the living room
You played me boogie-woogie I played you love songs
You'd say we're playing house now you still say we are

We built our getaway up in a tree we found
We felt so far away though we were still in town
Now I remember watching that old tree burn down
I took a picture that I don't like to look at

Well all these times they come and go
And alone don't seem so long
Over ten years have gone by
We can't rewind, we're locked in time
But you're still mine
Do you remember?"


Constellations

The light was leaving
in the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
and skipping just like the stones they threw
the voices echoed across the waves
its getting late

It was just another night
with the sun set
and the moon rise not so far behind
to give us just enough light
to lay down underneath the stars
listen to papas translations
of the stories across the sky
we drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long
the wind may calm down
nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
waiting for the passing rain
clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
stars above us are chasing the day away
to find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
all else fades
fades away

It was just another night
with the sun set
and the moon rise not so far behind
to give us just enough light
to lay down underneath the stars
listen to all the translations
of the stories across the sky
we drew our own constellations
 

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