Powderfinger - Odyssey Number Five Lyrics
Waiting For The Sun
This will be an uncertain time for us my love
I can hear the echo of your voice in my head
Singing my love
I can see your face there in my hands my love
I have been blessed by your grace and care my love
Singing my love
There's a place for us sitting here waiting for the sun
And it calls me back into the safe arms that I know
For every step you're further away from me my love
I grow more unsteady on my feet my love
Singing my love
Now we're waiting for the sun
Writer: JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, IAN DAVID HAUG, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
My Happiness
I see your shadow on the street now
I hear you push through the rusty gate
Click of your heels on the concrete
Waiting for a knock coming way too late
It seems an age since I've seen you
Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
So you come in and put your bags down
I know there's something in the air
How can I do this to you right now
If you're over there when I need you here
My happiness is slowly creeping back
Now you're at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
It seems an age since I've seen you
Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
I hope that time hasn't changed you
All I really want is for you to stay
So you come in and put your bags down
I know there's something in the air
How can I do this to you right now
If you're over there when I need you here
My happiness is slowly creeping back
Now you're at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
I know I know I know what is inside
I know I know I know what is inside
I know I know I know what is inside
I know I know I know what is inside
You're over there when I need you here
My happiness is slowly creeping back
Now you're at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
My happiness is slowly creeping back
Now you're at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
Writer: JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, IAN DAVID HAUG, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Metre
Blow the candles out raise a glass to the night
Let all the tension out you've been wound up so tight
It's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time
If you measure the world by what you leave behind
Welcome to the saving grace
Welcome to the saving grace
There's a sunset on the road
Reappearing as we go
Keep the glass topped up it's not over just yet
Pull off the social bluff celebrate your success
Turn the sunlight out find a place in the shade
If you measure the world by the mark that you make
Welcome to the saving grace
Welcome to the saving grace
There's a sunset on the road
Reappearing as we go
Writer: JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, IAN DAVID HAUG, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Like A Dog
In all that he takes in all that he shows
The higher the stakes the lower the blows
And all the mistakes that he's never known
Whatever it takes he'll be stealing the show
Now he nervously shakes as we rattle his stage
But he's happy to be stuck back in his halcyon days
Now we're trying hard to reconcile a history of shame
But he reinforced the barriers that keep it the same
If you treat me like a dog
And keep me locked in a cage
I'm not relaxed or comfortable
I'm aggravation and shame
But it's a fine fine time for the people in the lucky land
If you treat me like a dog
And keep me locked in a cage
I'm not relaxed or comfortable
I'm aggravation and rage
Writer: DARREN STUART MIDDLETON, IAN DAVID HAUG, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Odyssey #5
Welcome to the new suburban fables
Dressed up like a tomb inside a cradle
If you're paying peanuts you get monkeys
Better save that silly money for junkets
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Up & Down & Back Again
Come and rescue me
From in the water deep
Careful now don't lose your aim
The road ahead is clear again
I haven't found it yet
You drift away so slow
In the ebb and flow
So I landed on my feet
The steadiness is bittersweet
It feels the same when you're pushed
Out and away and into the crush
In all the hidden pleasures you find
In what you're looking for
I hope that you remember that pride
Comes before a fall
I can barely see up and own and back again
Despite what you believe I keep away from trouble
If who I am today's a sign of where I'm going
I'm ready to embrace
Recreate the scene
Of everywhere you've been
Overcome the dreaded curse
A symptom of the universe
It feels the same when you're pushed
Out and away and into the crush
I can barely see up and own and back again
Despite what you believe I keep away from trouble
If who I am today's a sign of where I'm going
I'm ready to embrace
If everybody knows just who you are
When your walk on role becomes a major part
Have you ever attempted to be yourself
When everybody wants you to be someone else
Up and down and back again
Going up and down and back again
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My Kind Of Scene
Tell me where I'm
supposed to begin
an unhappy life working
some kind of dead end job
for everything you thought you had
has gone from worse to bad
Lean to the side
whisper it quiet
the end is in sight to working
all night around the clock
for everything you thought you had
has gone from worse to bad
But it's not my kind of scene oh yeah
footprints on the other side
remind me where I've been oh yeah
I'll watch from the other side
Tell me where I'm
supposed to begin
move out of sight and onto
some life I'm dreaming of
for everything you thought you had
has gone from worse to bad
so I'll just wait and watch the wheels
while you're turning back
But it's not my kind of scene oh yeah
footprints on the other side
remind me where I've been oh yeah
I'll watch from the other side
Pulls me over and it drags me under
Pulls me over and it drags me under
Alright now alright now
Writer: JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, IAN DAVID HAUG, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
These Days
It's coming round again
Slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
Soon enough it comes
And settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Puts pressure in my day
This life well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
It's coming round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
It settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Puts pressure in my day
Soon enough it comes
Here it is again
Slowly creeping hand
Time and it's command
Soon enough it comes
Settles in it's place
It's shadow in my face
Undignified and lame
This life well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Control well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Soon enough it comes
Soon enough it comes
Too tie us down
It's coming round again
Slow, slowly creeping hand
This life well it's slipping right through my hand
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Control well it's slipping right through my hand
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Writer: JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, IAN DAVID HAUG, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
We Should Be Together Now
What are you looking for this time around
Might need something to bring you to ground
Everything turning me inside and out
What are you looking for this time around
It's coming in and over
It's waiting at your shoulder
You can see we should be together now
Wait for me I'm pulling it together now
What are you looking for this time around
Just keep telling what you have found
All of this turning me upside and down
What are you looking for this time around
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Thrilloilogy
For every story gone untold
There's a secret that dissolves
So many pieces still unsolved
You're not quite who you think you are
Can see the symptoms from afar
I'm hosing down your shooting star
There you go again to fall
Waiting on a friend to call
If you wait I'm gonna drive it home
Carry all of this away from here
If you wait I'm gonna drive it home
Kiss you every time the rains appear
Sometimes we wish for far away
But something always makes me stay
Far too strong a bond to try and break
You know exactly where you've been
The shooting star is hardly seen
Outshined by every other beam
There you go again to fall
Waiting on a friend to call
If you wait I'm gonna drive it home
Carry all of this away from here
If you wait I'm gonna drive it home
Kiss you every time the rains appear
I'm feeling richer I'm feeling taller
I feel like every time I try to fit the picture
I've got to keep up with all the others
Looking for whatever we were never to discover
Now you're ringing out slowly
Like cathedral bells
And you'd sleep through heaven
Just to get to hell
Now you drop away slowly
Like the autumn leaves
But you lose your colour
When you hit the street
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Whatever Makes You Happy
If we never make it back to how far we've come along this way
We search around for solid ground that will help to carry us away
If the memories I left throw the light that helps to guide you through
We trickle down to our goodbyes but a part of me will stay with you
What we've spoken over time
Never broken or compromised
Dream on together
Leaning against each other
However it happens I hope it's
Whatever makes you happy
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