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Amoeba and Stone
04:16
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The ocean is wide and oh, so deep,
but the humans all swim by the shore
Little old me, in an effort to be free,
went in search of a little bit more
I came across something deep and dark,
reserved for amoeba and stone
And if you’re a human around these parts,
you will find that you’re there on your own
CHORUS: Come tread the water with me
I bet you will give up so easily
It’s far too much effort, you see
Boys from the land have offered their hand
to pull me back in to the shore
But once you have strayed from the usual way,
you just can’t go back anymore
And the amoeba, they don’t accept you either,
so you tread water somewhere in between
And all those who try to stay by my side,
eventually see what I mean
CHORUS
Sometimes I spy an object floating by,
from that living world into mine
I grasp it in so close to my skin
to recall how I felt as child
Is it any wonder I plummet so far under
and I'm dragged in the tide to the floor?
When I chose to stray from the usual way
in my search for a little bit more?
CHORUS
Abi Moore: Lead vocals, backing vocals, lead acoustic and electric guitars.
David Booth: cymbals, feedback electric guitar, keys, softbanjo, backing vocals.
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2. |
Nickajack Cave
04:13
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In my country, Johnny, irony is rife
There’s a law called Sod’s and it screws up all our lives
And if you want it bad, I’ll give you some of mine
But I don’t think you do
We all want something that we can never have
And what we’ve got sits wasted, ignored upon our laps
We never see the reasons behind the circumstance
But I am just like you, I am just like you
You wait for the water, and get not a single wave
But you were never meant to die in Nickajack Cave.
Oh, the times we’ve tried, with our backs against the wall
And we can’t even succeed in ending it all
Some, they don’t believe in fate or higher law
But Johnny, me and you, we know it for sure
For what is life without some faith or destination?
But a certain stumble into devastation
If we don’t keep our eyes directed to the skies
We’re headed for the ground, Johnny, you and I
Of your own free will, you walked into your grave
But you were never meant to die in Nickajack Cave.
Had you left us then and there, that’s how you’d’ve been remembered
Another wasted life, another man surrendered
Had you left us then and there, that’s how you’d’ve been remembered
Another suicide, another failed contender
Thank God, J.R, that your life was saved
And you were never meant to die in Nickajack Cave
No you were never meant to die in Nickajack, Nickajack, Nickajack
You were never meant to die in Nickajack Cave
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Protection
04:01
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What you offered, I never thought I needed
But I couldn't have needed anything more
And what I avoided was the very thing
The very thing you daily bring
Protection
Protection
And all of the walls that people build around me
Well, I would've jumped them all alone
But it's good to know when danger surrounds me
I don't have to take it on my own
Protection
Protection
You take the place of the very people
Who should've protected me every day
I learned to take the world on solo
I couldn't've had it any other way
Protection
Protection
And all the bravado I've put on down the years
I couldn't've put on a better show
And every man I had to let go of
Knew little of my needs like you know
You're the woman and I'm the man
You touch me with a mother's hand
And would it kill me to say to you
Once in a while... 'I love you?'
I suppose I do...
...as much as a girl like me can do
I love you
...the only way I know how to
I love you
Protection
Protection
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All Outta Sympathy
04:11
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I gave you an inch and still you took a mile
And you wonder how I came to lose my smile
I'm all out of tears and you're out of time
You burned all your bridges, so you started burning mine
Now you're running out of people to blame
Oh, ain't that a shame?
Cos I'm all outta sympathy
And I've washed my hands so clean
Well, I'm all outta sympathy
I have washed my hands so clean
I gave you my time when I had none to spare
And you crying wolf is more than I can bear
Now I'm out of reach cos you're out of line
You pushed all your luck and you robbed me of all of mine
Now you're running out of people who care
Oh, ain't it unfair?
Cos I'm all outta sympathy
And I've washed my hands so clean
Well, I'm all outta sympathy
I have washed my hands so clean
I'm losing count of all the times you managed to let me down
I'd only be a fool if I continued to stick around
You're pleading innocent in the hope that I will forget
But it's all in my head
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
In my head, in my head
Cos I'm all outta sympathy
And I've washed my hands so clean
Well, I'm all outta sympathy
I have washed my hands so clean
I have washed my hands so clean
I have washed my hands so clean
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I Nearly Told You
04:30
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I nearly did the unthinkable
Admitted the way I felt
I nearly told you I loved you
In spite of myself
I nearly breathed those words
Directly into your mouth
If you hadn’t sealed my lips with your kiss
I would’ve let it tumble out
I would’ve let it tumble out
I nearly told you I loved you
I nearly broke all my rules
And for maybe the first time, if I’m honest
I believed it to be true
I believed it to be true
CHORUS: Something’s in the air...
The air...
The air...
The air...
I nearly did the forbidden
Let you know how much I cared
I nearly lost myself for a moment
Just to find you there
I nearly told you I loved you
With the innocence of my youth
And you might’ve thought it was easy for me
If you only knew the truth
If you only knew the truth
CHORUS
Well I’m not saying this because I need it from you
It’s just a statement of fact that I believe to be true
I don’t need your approval or reciprocation
It’s just my first and my last heartfelt declaration
Be patient, heart, be patient
Be patient, heart, be patient
I nearly told you I loved you
Thank goodness I stopped myself
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Wishful Thinking
04:31
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Hello, this is your imagination calling
From a world, a world away from here
And I, I’m your operator between
Reality and all that you hold dear
I bring a message from beyond
I’ll put you through after the tone
Hello, bet you never thought you’d hear from me again
But I’ve been watching down on you so long
And you, you’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself
You’ve more than proved your loyalty so strong
What can I do to break your curse??
What can I say to stop the hurt??
CHORUS:
Did I really need to say that I loved you?
Weren’t the memories we made proof enough?
Did I forget to say I’m proud of you?
If it takes away the pain, then give me one last chance to say it again
Hello, that’s all I really wanted you to say
The silence has been more than I can bear
I know that this is not the only world there is
But I can neither see nor hear you there
Into the dust I watched you slip
Without a word upon my lips
CHORUS
And what were we supposed to do?
We were not to know
We thought we’d live forever
We thought we would continue just to grow
And we were both so young
Oh, and did I never mention that I have loved you for my whole life long?
CHORUS
Hello, this is only your imagination calling...
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7. |
Return To Oz
04:01
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Oh, I was truly made of tin
To let no human beings in
It was only ever abstract things that pulled my strings
They told me if I had a heart
I could tell real life and love apart
But I’ve always been a bit too smart to play that part
CHORUS:
So tonight, I will return to the Land of Oz
To remind myself of who I was
Oh, I was truly made of straw
Love came through the barn and out the door
There was nothing that I worshipped more than Freedom’s Law
They told me if I had a brain
I could see the light and feel the rain
But the roses always smell the same by any other name
CHORUS
Oh, I was truly made of fear
To hold no-one close and no-one dear
And I learned with every passing year to hide those tears
They say if I had courage now
I could find the strength to tell you how
But I’ve always been a bit too proud to love out loud
CHORUS
Oh, if I truly had a home
I could tap my heels and fly along
I suppose I really shouldn’t moan, cos...
God bless the child that’s got his own
That’s got his own
And I got my own
I got my own
I got my own
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8. |
The Hardest Part
03:09
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He gave more love than I could need
He gave me truth, the like of which I’d never seen
He gave me patience, cos time is not my friend
He gave me loyalty until the very end
He fed me hope, he fed me faith
When I considered ways to best end all my days
He fed me honesty; he was a friend indeed
But it’s my fire he could not feed.
He fed my body, oh he fed my soul
With all the nourishment I’d need with which to grow
He nearly fed me everything that I could need
But it’s my fire he could not feed
I settled down, way, way too fast
Because I did not learn the lessons from my past
I listened to my head when I should’ve heard my heart
But that’s the trouble, Lord, cos it’s the hardest part
He gave me freedom, the best he could
He lent his ears to me, I’d never felt so understood
He gave me money, when I’m in need :-)
But it’s my fire he could not feed
But these years weren’t wasted
For though I leave
There are a thousand lessons learned to take with me
And what I finish here will remain of value, yes it will
Cos though I didn’t love him right, I loved him still
To listen to your heart, that’s the hardest part
To listen to your heart, that’s the hardest part
To listen to your heart, that’s the hardest part
To listen to your heart, that’s the hardest part
To listen to your heart, that’s the hardest part
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9. |
In Your Hands
03:38
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In your hands, in your hands
It blew up in pieces, leaving shrapnel in the sand
And how can I forget the pain?
When fragments still remain, splintered deep within my hands?
And what a surprise...I had no say
In the final outcome anyway
If anyone had cared to listen to me
Things would’ve ended differently
In your hands, in your hands
Was there some masterplan that I just don’t understand?
Or am I naive to believe
You set out to deceive, when you are the better man?
And what a surprise...I will not ask
Cos I know how it’ll just drag up the past
And heaven knows how we’ve had enough of that
What hope I have now will not last
In my hands, in my hands
Could it be within my hands?
I could have the final say
Cos whatever path you walk upon,
I’ll choose the other one
I will not follow your way
And what a surprise it’ll be for you
When my ‘empty promises’ all come true
And through my actions, you know, I’ll display
That I chose the better way...but
In your hands, in your hands
It’s always been the same
I just play this waiting game.
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10. |
Wish I Believed In Love
04:26
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Maybe it comes in the dead of the night
Or it appears in a dazzling light
Wish I believed, wish I believed in love
Maybe it falls from the stars
Maybe it’s found with life on Mars
Wish I believed, wish I believed in love
CHORUS:
Well, some say in this life, you get what you deserve
But that’s not what I have learned
You get what you’re given and not what you have earned
And you’re lucky if you don’t get burned
All those who know, boast and they brag
Up on the hill waving victory flags
They all believe, they all believe in love
They all say that I’m missing out
And I won’t know what they’re talking about
‘Til I believe, ‘til I believe in love
CHORUS
I haven’t found what I’m looking for
Is there a key to a magical door?
Wish I believed, wish I believed in love
CHORUS
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Abi Moore UK
Americana / Roots-Rock artist from Nottingham. Abi's 4th studio album No More Chasing marks a raucous return after 10
years.
"Impactful, gritty, & above all, brimming with conviction. Abi's stripped back, stomp 'n' holler sound instantly took us to KT Tunstall, while her rootsy, distorted Americana guitar twangs have a delicious White Stripes flavour." RCM
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