Turning Around
Music and lyrics by Emily Coyle and Grant Staines
Everyone keeps asking me
How I wish my life could be
And I retell my legend tale
But it seems fake and old and getting stale
Coz somewhere along the line
I awoke to find
The means to my dreams
Had made me slave to the grind
The lessons of my life
Haven’t found me yet
Well I should have learned by now
But still I forget
How the disappointment felt
To let you down my friend
To let myself down
But I’m not starting again,
I’m just turning around and walking back down
This foolish road I found,
So long ago
So long ago
Behind Closed Doors
Music and lyrics by Grant Staines and Emily Coyle
Why does she not stop crying?
Every night it’s the same thing, dragging her
under-neath it all, it’s just not logical.
We all can see she has it all
The truth is, her money, her beauty and her society
It never saved her from tragedy
How can you stop believing?
Why are you questioning everything?
You’re the one, who brought us here on
Bended knee, you promised eternity
And a faith that parted seas
And now these waters, are drowning me
The truth is, it broke him, it tore him apart and crushed his heart
But how could he lead them, when his faith was bleeding, was bleeding away
Look at them gazing lovingly
Inspiring jealousy, in all who see
But underneath her dress
Lies the bruises of his forced caress
And when she looks at him
Its nothing more than fear and loneliness
Its true, you know it, c’mon confess it
We do assume to know, what goes on
Behind closed doors
Fold
Music and lyrics by Grant Staines and Emily Coyle
This song is decided to Patricia Stafford, my Grandmother, whose story this is, Grant.
Daddy lost our pub in a poker game
Sold to the gentleman in his cigar haze
Well a kinder man might have felt some shame
But you paid your debts in those days
While Daddy’s playing deuces wild
Mother calmly showed me how to bathe the child
Then she left me with her sons to raise
I was twelve years old, in those days
Roof top to the bottle tops
He gambled off the whole damn lot
Slammed it down with a double shot
Generations of working hard
And he lost it all on a deck of cards
Oh Daddy, what have you done
Well he paid his penance on the railway line
He laid those tracks ‘til he was sixty nine
And I slowly watched my childhood die as I worked all day
Just to stay alive
Roof top to the bottle topsHe gambled off the whole damn lot
Slammed it down with a double shot
Generations of working hard
And he lost it all on a deck of cards
Oh Daddy, what have you done
This song is decided to Patricia Stafford, my Grandmother, whose story this is, Grant.
Daddy lost our pub in a poker game
Sold to the gentleman in his cigar haze
Well a kinder man might have felt some shame
But you paid your debts in those days
While Daddy’s playing deuces wild
Mother calmly showed me how to bathe the child
Then she left me with her sons to raise
I was twelve years old, in those days
Roof top to the bottle tops
He gambled off the whole damn lot
Slammed it down with a double shot
Generations of working hard
And he lost it all on a deck of cards
Oh Daddy, what have you done
Well he paid his penance on the railway line
He laid those tracks ‘til he was sixty nine
And I slowly watched my childhood die as I worked all day
Just to stay alive
Roof top to the bottle topsHe gambled off the whole damn lot
Slammed it down with a double shot
Generations of working hard
And he lost it all on a deck of cards
Oh Daddy, what have you done
Dead in her high heels
Music by Emily Coyle and Grant Staines
Lyrics by Emily Coyle
She didn’t wander far enough
Wasn’t lost for long enough
Didn’t dream big enough
Didn’t scream loud enough
Didn’t struggle hard enough
She just wasn’t strong enough
Didn’t know, didn’t know
When enough’s enough
The found her in her high heels
Her stockinged thigh suspended high
The signature trail of a broken nail
Scratch sniff, dead stiff
Her favourite tune frozen on her lips
The found her in her high heels
Left for dead, in her high heels
Mascarared pain in sequinned rain
But somehow she looks just the same
And tragic thoughts burn this corps
A conscience walks with no remorse
The found her in her high heels
Left for dead, in her high heels
And there she stood in her mothers shoes,
Swimming in her fancy clothes
She said when I am old, I will wear these shoes
And I will never take them off coz I won’t have to
The found her in her high heels
Left for dead, in her high heels
What becomes
Music by Emily Coyle and Grant Staines
Lyrics by Emily Coyle
She’s floating high, below the rooftops
Not quite alive, but real as raindrops
You feel her, sliding down your face
But it’s completely dry
He wanders round, upon your sleeping floor
He can’t resist, to close your open door
You feel him, feel him like your breath
And taste his death
Why does she hide?
Can’t she decide?
Is fear what drives this metamorphosis?
But what becomes, of human kind, the soul the mind
When I fall from grace
Lyrics by Emily Coyle
She’s floating high, below the rooftops
Not quite alive, but real as raindrops
You feel her, sliding down your face
But it’s completely dry
He wanders round, upon your sleeping floor
He can’t resist, to close your open door
You feel him, feel him like your breath
And taste his death
Why does she hide?
Can’t she decide?
Is fear what drives this metamorphosis?
But what becomes, of human kind, the soul the mind
When I fall from grace
