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There's Always Something For Someone

by Jumbotown

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1.
Lindsay 04:07
Lindsay love, the colour of the summer sky Like a long streak of aqua blue Sunlight in your eyes a-glowing Funny that's how I remember you Let's meet on, on the road that you're going on It's the road that I'll be taking too Someday before we're knowing We'll find the times to pull us through Someday before we're knowing We'll find the times to pull us through I took off in retreat And pulled myself clear I needed those tried and tested Things to be near Lindsay love, a fool stands looking back At the words they failed to say At the words that went missing Wouldn't matter anyway At the words that went missing Wouldn't matter anyway
2.
Sure love you, sure love you but I cannot stay Shakin' quakin' got to get away Get back on the trail again Got ramblin' fever through my veins Trundlin' wagons, trundlin' wagons and rollin' plains Wide open spaces that never end When I get my cure I'll be back again Got ramblin' fever through my veins Wide open spaces that never end When I get my cure I'll be back again Got ramblin' fever through my veins Hard road blues When you're thrown down Keep a going From town to town Winding track Walking slow Seeing things Best not to know Most days it seems, most days it seems That my legs have gone ahead of me But no change in the game it seems Ramblin' fever through my veins Sure love you, sure love you but I cannot stay Shakin' quakin' got to get away Get back on the trail again Got ramblin' fever through my veins Got ramblin' fever Got ramblin' fever Got ramblin' fever through my veins
3.
Freedom Way 03:55
Day has soul, carry pack One way trip, no turning, turning back No delay, bad situations Whistle stops and fleeting stations It's all Shangri-La With my Neil Young guitar So fine, a retro line Let the soundtrack play A little something I've been preaching Simple life I've trouble reaching It's become that kind of place Attracting those with little taste Say Veronica You got Bob's harmonica Takes me to another time Let the soundtrack play on Freedom Way Say Veronica You got Bob's harmonica Takes me to another time Let the soundtrack play Call the odds now or never Tilt our hats against the weather Only thing I know tonight Basic grasp of what's wrong and right It's all Shangri-La With my Neil Young guitar So fine, a retro line Let the soundtrack play on Freedom Way On freedom, Freedom Way On freedom, Freedom Way It's all Shangri-La With my Neil Young guitar So fine, a retro line Let the soundtrack play on Freedom Way
4.
My Old Bones 02:23
Oh my old bones Finding their way home My old bones Have a dance of their own My old bones A proud man indeed Face-planted in the roadside weeds Why is it hell Doing things I used to do so well? Oh my old bones Lying down like stone My old bones Crackity crackity they go My old bones A proud man at that Sick all over the welcome home mat My old bones My old bones Why is it hell Doing things I used to do so well? Why is it hell Doing things I used to do so well? Why is it hell Doing things I used to do so well?
5.
Wanting every part of you, like the air I breathe Feelings I must relay Wanting every part of you, you're everything I need All the words I couldn't say Always near, never far Never the fleeting shooting star Or enclosed by fences high Sorry as a river bed dry Wanting every part of you, forsaking all I know In pockets of retreat Wanting every part of you, places where you go Heart of broken beats Crazy as the northern lights Holy as a month shut tight The byline setting sun Mending ways for days to come Always trying, no deed undone Mending ways for days And wanting every part of you Searching high and low for answers But never do they yield Only when I'm washed up Will all be revealed? Wanting every part of you, like the air I breathe Feelings I must relay Wanting every part of you, you're everything I need All the words I couldn't say Always near, never far Never the fleeting shooting star Or enclosed by fences high Sorry as a river bed dry Always trying, no deed undone Mending ways for days And wanting every part of you And everything you do
6.
A little too much Reddens my eyes There's a bad news comet Tracing across the skies A little too much what can I say Hope tomorrow I won't feel this way Trying to find what can't be found Search for answers till my hair drags the ground Shackles and chains, my head is busted In ties and binds Shackles and chains, a little too much going On in my mind Used to be alone a lot then I strayed Used to be a stranger then I stayed Oh, it's a mean scene Even the hippies here walk with a load Slowly learning - celluloid burning Up in the reels - how not to feel Shackles and chains, my head is busted One messed up plight Shackle and chains, like a twister Through a caravan site Used to be alone a lot then I strayed Used to be a stranger then I stayed Used to be alone a lot then I strayed Used to be a stranger then I stayed Shackles and chains, my head is busted One messed up plight Shackle and chains, like a twister Through a caravan site Used to be alone a lot then I strayed Used to be a stranger then I stayed A little too much Reddens my eyes There's a bad news comet Tracing across the skies Shackles and chains, my head is busted In ties and binds Shackles and chains, a little too much going On in my mind Used to be alone a lot then I strayed Used to be a stranger then I stayed Used to be alone a lot then I strayed Used to be a stranger then I stayed Used to be a stranger then I stayed Used to be a stranger then I stayed
7.
New Refrain 04:13
The weight that we all shoulder Times are stained Twisters that twist Us into changing Lived through the lows And embraced the highs Been welcomed in Have been denied All my memories I've learnt to file Futile desires I've quelled the flames Age of the rundown The new refrain These old sandpaper towns Rub me the wrong way It's that freedom edge That's gone all wayward All about control Sacred owned By faceless folk In luxury homes Find me something I need but I don't know Token smiles Strangers remain Age of the comedown The new refrain Faceless folk In luxury homes Find me something I need but I don't know Token smiles Strangers remain Age of the comedown The new refrain The weight that we all shoulder Times are stained Twisters that twist Us into changing Lived through the lows And embraced the highs Been welcomed in Have been denied All my memories I've learnt to file Futile desires I've quelled the flames Age of the rundown The new refrain Futile desires I've quelled the flames Age of the rundown The new refrain Futile desires I've quelled the flames Age of the rundown The new refrain
8.
Well we used to be new shoes Now we're lacking sole Used to be a new coat Now we're full of holes Used to be a new hat Now we're worn and torn Used to be all Saturday night Now we're Monday morn Old school Old ways And poetry don't pay any of the bills Well we used to be an exercise mat Now we're a tatty rug Used to be contenders Now we're full of drugs Used to be like butcher's dogs Now we've got no bone Used to be all Saturday night Now we're Monday morn Old school Old ways And poetry don't pay any of the bills Old school Old ways And poetry don't pay any of the bills Well we used to be the living room Now we're just the hall Used to be the path and gate Now we're the mossy wall Used to be the lights were on Now nobody's home Used to be all Saturday night Now we're Monday morn Old school Old ways And poetry don't pay any of the bills Any of the bills Any of the bills
9.
Silvery Hill 03:23
Satellites crashed in the heat and the dust Now they lie coated in country rust Falcon flies so high and hangs so perfectly still Winter again on Silvery Hill Grassland bleached and the bracken brown Birds they flock over to the town Creeks are rising high and ripe to overspill Winter again on Silvery Hill Winter again on Silvery Hill Cover up from the razor winds That cut to the bone as they merrily sing Blue rag pony and a ghostface mare Move as slow as a taxman's tears Gunmetal cloud, gunmetal cloud in for the kill Winter again on Silvery Hill Winter again on Silvery Hill
10.
And the blossom, branches of cherry blossom A heron in the snow Pine-clad mountainsides Mellotronic waterfalls And the Rhodes piano, jutting rocks And mist that wraps up like lace Spring morning sunshine A crimson dawn That's as soft as a drunken face And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway All of a sudden mountain rain That blackens enveloping dust And we wash in an emerald sea of bracken That waves in the dusk Stone pine peeling, peeling bark And a quarry that looks like a church And falling stones echo Flat slap and scratch With the silver moons of the birch And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway Stone pine peeling, peeling bark And a quarry that looks like a church And falling stones echo Flat slap and scratch With the silver moons of the birch And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway And the jade bowing ferns To a charming, charming sky These heady, heady profusions, in a spin Zigzagging dragonflies Slate stream, tin cans, tin cans a-streaming White flags of cloud Red slope descending Scree slip and sliding Where the way allows And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway Watching the hawks on a hidden stairway Watching the hawks on a hidden stairway Watching the hawks on a hidden stairway
11.
Keep on walking, talking to myself The girl I'm loving, she loves somebody else Why does everybody disagree? Oh poor, poor me Wearing out my soles, a-pounding the ground There's a bad luck dog, he's following me around Why does everybody disagree? Oh poor, poor me I can't sleep at night I don't know what tomorrow brings I can't make it right Can't finish anything Keep on walking, talking to myself Oh poor, poor me Oh poor, poor me I can't sleep at night I don't know what tomorrow brings I can't make it right Can't finish anything The road is crooked and long Trouble comes when you don't belong Oh poor, poor me The road is crooked and this road is too damn long Oh poor, poor me
12.
Drink the cup of plenty Back at the barn Hitting that long groove Like a shot in the arm All in my mind All I want to do is find Country slow time Many bareback riders Move from the glade Over corduroy fields Where the hay is laid All in my mind All I want to do is find Country slow time Ease a tad Cut the pace Change the record Fall into place Breathe it in Look about Let it all go Mellow out All with golden shoulders From working in the sun We'll cool in the creek When the day is done All in my mind All I want to do is find Country slow time Country slow time
13.
Mingus Mountain Very hard to climb Without a double bass Ropes and crampons Keep a steady hold And a serious face Mean of temper Dark clouds brew When all is well It's really worth the view Mingus Mountain Very hard to climb Without a double bass Mean of temper Dark clouds brew When all is well It's really worth the view Mingus Mountain Very hard to grasp But it pulls you in Mingus Mountain It's a good day, it's a good day out It's a soulful thing Drives like a heartbeat Nature raw You'll feel alive And that's one thing for sure Feel you're living every minute for Mingus Mountain
14.
D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter Man most wanted by the FBI D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter Dropped like an angel from the sky When he leapt out of that plane And dove into the clouds Did he find himself in heaven Or just in the trees? We'll never know D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter Not one fed could ever find him D.B. Cooper, was one slick dude! Set his ransom on the high wing Of a 727 But not one cent was spent Not one dollar gone The ransom never touched Where did he go? Where did he go? People said they'd seen him D.B. the star! Many claimed to be him In their heads no doubt they are "D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter" Man most wanted by the FBI "D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter" Dropped like an angel from the sky When he leapt out of that plane And dove into the clouds Did he find himself in heaven Or just in the trees? Or just in the trees? Or just in the trees? We'll never know...

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The 6th album from the acoustic singer-songwriter duo Jumbotown; all songs 2021 compositions

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released July 1, 2021

All words and music by Michael Davies and Paul Ivor Jones

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Jumbotown is the acoustic singer songwriting duo of Mike Davies and Paul Ivor Jones

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