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First
EP "Flaunt your sweetness"
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HE
WHO HESITATES (Tankard)
He who hesitates
is lost, I heard them say
But the fact remains, Kirkstall wasn’t built in a day
And the locals know that things can never be rushed
And that’s precisely why it’s taken so long.
He who hesitates is fine, ignore the critical ones
Stop and smell the roses, smell them again just for fun
What’s the point in running headless chook style
For some of us it’s taken a while
He who hesitates is lost, though it’s taken
all this time
To read the signs, to cross that line that held us in
Who hesitates is lost
He who hesitates is me, but it’s a fine line
I’m my worst enemy, my best friend all at the same time
Some might say that’s schizophreniac
But both of us ain’t nothin’ like that
He who hesitates is lost, l.o.s.t
But in our hectic schedule how you gonna get to be free?
So do your worst my friend: procrastinate
Let me spell it out h.e.s.i-tate
Don’t you wait another second baby; you can
throw it all away
Take it if you want or you can throw it all away.
Richard
Tankard: Lead/backing vocal; piano; Hammond; middle 8 bass.
Jon Emry: Drums and percussion
Ruben Shannon: Bass
John Hudson: Guitar
Brad Harrison and Matt Hewson: Tenor sax
Lyn Eales: Backing vocal
ARE
YOU JUST WASTING TIME (Tankard)
Ears are ringin’
when they should be singing wishing it would go away
Noise has taken the place of everything you do in your day
Ya looking in and out and up and down just to ease your worried
mind
Are you just wasting time?
New toys radio
dead noise masking out the ring
Being ridiculously busy seems to be about the only thing
Anxiety attack stabs you in the back, what’ll the next day
bring?
Are you just wasting time?
Time.
And did you
think that you’d be waking in the morning of another day
And did you think you’d be working out just how to spend your
time away
And have you found a method that’s guaranteed to ease a worried
mind
Are you just wasting time?
Incessant fluorescent
drummin’ on an ear through sleepy time
Maybe it would be far easier to investigate a life of crime
Up until now you’d swear the boy was feeling so fine
Are you just wasting your time?
Time.
Richard
Tankard: Lead/backing vocals; piano; organ; 12 string guitar
Jon Emry: Drums Glenn Board: Bass
Brad Harrison and Matt Hewson: Tenor saxes
BRICK
WALLS (Tankard)
All I saw was
her all I knew was us all I felt was love but I never ever saw the
game
She can plead, yes she needs your love just to live and then she
breaks your heart just the same
We’ll sit down to discuss some stuff about us; forgive me
please (well as long as you forgive me too)
In love, forgiven, all that’s missin’ is a little trust;
an inability to see it through.
Bricks are laid
your game’s been played, right before my eyes
I’ve walked into it most my life, at last I realise
How many brick
walls do I have to walk into before I decide to walk around?
How many brick walls do I gotta stumble into before I decide it’s
my time to walk around?
I’ve seen
you come and I’ve watched you go watched youfall in love so
many times it’s wearing a little thin.
Because it’s happened before ten times maybe more and it leaves
me cold it’s the game that I can never win
Well this time was it last time was it and the one before that and
several times in between
I chose to believe-I even gave you the keys-now I’m cuttin’
your crazy scene.Brick
by brick your wall is built, no matter where I turn
You taught me many lessons so why’s there still so much to
learn?
Richard
Tankard: Vocal; keyboards; electric fretless bass
Jon Emry: Drums
John Hudson: Guitar
Karl Laskowski: Alto sax
Matt Hewson:Tenor sax
Brad Harrison: Tenor sax solo
Lyn Eales: Backing vocal
POSSESSION
(Tankard)
It’s been a brand new revelation
that nothin’ is mine Just when you’re sure that you
own somethin’ you know that it
gets me everytime The moment of possession is the moment of leaving
it behind You know it’s a recurring indiscretion, and nothin’
is mine.
I
want this, won’t you let me have it now
If there’s a way I can keep it I’d like to find it out
somehow
Then I can carry it close to my heart, attach it to my name
Then hope that I can carry on unchanged.
Yeah
I’ll take that, think it’s time you gave it to me
I won’t give it back now-I’ve worked so hard to claim
it!
And owning it just might set me free
And once I’ve carried it close to my heart, attached it to
my name
Then I know I’ll be the only one to blame
I’ve
changed my mind, you’re more trouble than It’s worth
You can have it back now ‘cos I have realised
I need my soul like nothin’ on earth
And once you’ve carried it close to your heart, stuck it on
the end of your name
Then I hope when it’s gone you can put up with the pain.
Richard
Tankard: Lead/backing vocal; piano; keyboards; 12 string guitar;
electric fretless bass
Jon Emry: Drums and percussion
Lyn Eales: Backing vocal
OTHERSIDE
(Tankard)
Go
away to the desert go away to sea
Go away to the desert go away to be free
No I won’t quit until I get to the otherside
Fly
away to a new town, leave your home far behind
Put your faith into a person, you watch it go, lose your mind.
No I won’t quit until I get to the otherside
Pitch
a tent near a valley; take a walk up a hill
Put your head into a monastery, breathe it in, get your fill
No I won’t quit until I get to the otherside
Richard
Tankard: Lead/backing vocals; keyboards; keyboard bass outro.
Jon Emry: Drums and percussion
Glenn Board: Bass
WAY
IT’S ALWAYS BEEN
(Tankard)
If you feel
like it’s gonna rain, and the way ahead always filled with
pain
And your loss is always someone’s gain, join with us, sing
this sweet refrain.
That’s the way, way it’s always been.
If ya fear destitution,
and your search leads to no solution
Is it time to make that resolution, or we’ll be there to watch
your execution
Cos that’s the way, way it’s always been
And that’s the way, always gonna stay.
If your time
isn’t now, and you’ve slaughtered your sacred cow
(burn it down to the ground) all the while never knowing how
take yourself a vow.
Ain’t
that the way, way it’s always been
And that’s the way always gonna stay.
Richard
Tankard: Lead/backing vocals; clav; organ; claps
Jon Emry: Drums
Ruben Shannon: Bass
Karl Laskowski: Alto sax, horn arrangement
Matt Hewson: Tenor sax
INNER
SOUL (Tankard)
It’s so hard to put into verse, the one thing
that I choose to nurse
I could do so much worse than to give way to my inner soul
So rare to stumble on the one thing that never tries
to lead you on
Do you know where I’m coming from, it’s something that
I call my inner soul
Stronger than a coastal breeze with twice the force
of the southerlies
It goes beyond the yous and the mes
Is that thread that nests inside us all
I see it in an evening sky, it’s givin’
me such a natural high
I never cease to wonder why, why we trash that thing inside us all
Nothin’ lasts ‘cept this. All things
pass but not this, not my inner soul.
These days nothing’s mine, challenge is to
fill up my time
Must leave you all behind, yeah you which blocks the thread inside
us all.
Inner Soul.
Richard Tankard: Lead/backing
vocals, Hammond
Jon Emry: Drums and percussion
Glenn Board: Bass
Ruben Shannon: Backing Vocal
SET
THE AGENDA BRENDA (Tankard/Bird)
Set the Agenda Brenda, make me a smoothie in your
blender
You know that she ain’t no pretender, you’re my number
one contender
So why dontcha take me on a bender, set the agenda tonight.
Richard
Tankard: Lead/backing vocals; organ; piano
Jon Emry: Drums; backing vocals
Ruben Shannon: Bass; backing vocals
Matt Hewson: Tenor sax; backing vocals
Brad Harrison: Tenor sax; lead/backing vocals
LOVESONG
(Tankard)
Love is a season that we all love to live in
Love is the reason that we’d all love give in
Love is one thing to you, another to another
Love is realising everyone’s your brother
Oh love, love, bop-doo-way.
Love is a blessing that we all have to deal in
Love is a fessing up to all that we’re stealin’
Love is the creation of a brand new baby bein’
Love is a looking at what you ain’t been seein’
Oh love, bop-doo-way
Oh love, so good to be giving it
Love, so sweet to be living it
Love, thank you for forgiving us love
Love is a love, it’s a God up above
It’s ya feeling of well being it’s ya pathway to healin’
Be it sickness of your mind, your body or soul
You’d do no better than to make love your only goal
Love, oh love, bop-doo-way.
Love is an angle in which everyone is searchin’
An olden fandangle it’s the opposite to hurtin’
At the completion of time it is all that is remaining
Love is forgiving the very ones that you been blaming
Oh love, love, bop-doo-way.
Love is a love it’s a God up above
It’s ya feeling of well being, your pathway to healin
Purer than the driven snow less pretentious than a Lloyd Webber
show
When it’s not around that ain’t somethin’ you
don’t wanna know.
Richard
Tankard: Lead/backing vocals; piano; organ
Jon Emry: Drums
Ruben Shannon: Bass
Brad Harrison and Matt Hewson: Tenor sax
SONG
FOR BRADDLES (Tankard)
Richard
Tankard: Piano; Hammond
Jon Emry: Drums
Ruben Shannon: Bass
Brad Harrison: Tenor sax
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