1. |
Gotta Go Downstairs
01:01
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2. |
On A Good Day
04:33
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I fly with the crows
and I got shot with the crows
But they shot me many times before
Pocket-handed through the night,
I should have taken that greyhound ride
And they call it the price of progress
[chorus]
But when I started believing in the dream,
it knocked me right out of my tree
That on a good day you’re no longer waiting
With a hand on the harvest I’m free,
it suddenly seemed so real
That on a good day, you’re finally free
If I don’t swim, it’s the river’s fault
I really wanna learn, but deep down I know
Bad times will go, and bad times will come
So pocket-handed through the night
I should have taken that greyhound ride
And they call it all the price of progress
But when I started believing in the dream,
it knocked me right out of my tree
That on a good day you’re no longer waiting
With a hand on the harvest I’m free,
it suddenly seemed so real
That on a good day, you’re finally free
Yeah on a good day, you’re no longer waiting
Yeah on a good day, you’re finally playing
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3. |
Some Kind Of Sign
05:03
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I’ve been driving onto quiet days, close to going ‘round the twist again
Been playing all the same old songs, hoping for a road to come along
Waiting, for some kind of sign
The time has come that I go home, otherwise I’ll stay too long instead
The money that I made is gone, spending too much time here in my head
Waiting, for some kind of sign
Waiting around to die every time
Staring up the road so long, looking for a car to come along
The back foot has been all I’ve ever known, don’t remember love in the used to be
Waiting, for some kind of sign
Well sometimes it’s hard to tell the right time
Lately I have turned some things around, I think I’m on the swing of things again
Down here there is good things to be found, it’s funny how I’m wasting time no more
Waiting, for some kind of sign
I was waiting for you most of the time
I was waiting for you most of the time
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4. |
Howling & The Moon
01:30
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Early on a Thursday, it’s gonna be a long day
Waiting for the moment, looking down the road
You call yourself a miller, but you don’t know the trade
You know that it’s time for a turning on the trail
Still early on a Thursday, it has been a long day
I can almost tell you that I’ll be on my way
Now the wolves are howling, high up in the hills
I can hear their voices calling for the kill
Even though you know that it will be raining soon,
Everything you wish for is Howling & The Moon
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5. |
Lay A Ghost
04:48
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People say (that) spring is here [3x]
Well then how come it’s snowing?
What’s that thing up in the sky [3x]
Well it’s burning my eyes
[chorus]
I stopped humming a long time ago
But my foot kept going so I went along
To lay a ghost, go where she died
I’m in the forest, but the place ain’t right
I’m in the forest, but the place ain’t right
So I dig up the thing I buried [3x]
In the pouring rain
Ain’t no time to wipe the stains [3x]
Got no friends anyway
I stopped humming a long time ago
But my foot kept going so I went along
To lay a ghost, go where she died
I’m in the forest, but the place ain’t right
I’m in the forest, but the place ain’t right
I’m in the forest, but the place ain’t right
I’m in the forest, but the place ain’t right
I’m in the forest, but the place ain’t right
I’m in the forest, but the place ain’t right
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6. |
One Of These Days
06:05
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This time lately, I’m wide awake
Could be working, not playing games
I need some money, but I know that ain’t all
Keep on diggin’ for a diamond in the rough
[chorus]
Yeah one of these days, I’ll go out walking
and I’ll be eager to call
But until then, don’t wanna come home to find
I’ve done nothing at all
This time lately, I’m staying up late
Close my eyes, but I ain’t drifting away
Cleaned the windows, like I did last week
Can’t get rid of all the bad things that I see
But yeah one of these days, I will stop thinking
And I’ll start telling myself
But until then, don’t wanna come come to find
I’ve got rats on the shelve
Yeah one of these days, I’ll go out walking
And I’ll start telling myself
Until then, don’t wanna come home to find
I’ve done nothing at all
Until then, don’t wanna come home to find
I’ve learned nothing at all
Until then, don’t wanna come home to find
I’ve got nothing at all
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7. |
Riding On The River Flow
04:22
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Riding on the river flow, better than fighting
Flying with the birds so low, better than howling about
Riding on the river flow, better than praying
Better than waiting for life to come by
Riding on the river flow, better than aching
Flying with the birds so low, better than breaking my foot
Riding on the river flow, better than loving
Better than losing my love
Riding on the river flow, better than hiding
Flying with the birds so low, better than playing in the tall grass
Riding on the river flow, better than keeping it good
Better than living for you
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8. |
Short Way Through
01:26
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9. |
Turn On The Trail
04:16
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I got birds in my head, birds in my pockets,
Birds in the bed in which I’m trying to sleep
I never knew about the catch, never knew you gotta work it
Never knew it’s so much better when you know how to dance
[chorus]
But lately I’ve been heading for a low-down
Cannot really see things coming my way
I’m getting so tired of living in the low-down
Maybe it’s time for a turn on the trail [3x]
I would love to set you free, I would love to see you happy
I would love to love you easy and to let you be loved
But I’m so glad with safety love, I’m so glad to be breathing
I’m so glad to have met you on the road that I’m going
But lately I’ve been heading for a low-down
Cannot really see things coming my way
I’m getting so tired of living in the low-down
Maybe it’s time for a turn on the trail [3x]
But lately I’ve been heading for a low-down
Cannot really see things coming my way
I’m getting so tired of living in the low-down
Maybe it’s time for a turn on the trail [3x]
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10. |
Hey Baby Hey
04:41
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The sea was rolling in slate grey, I looked at you and I looked away
I was crying, because I was happy
Didn’t want you to see I was afraid of such mystery
And afraid of losing, so afraid of losing
Later on a balcony we had a good talk and we felt free
I was coming to you from far away, light was dim and you showed me the way
In your arms and all I could say was “Hey baby hey, hey baby hey”
My heart was torn, but I made up my mind: I’d keep to myself and just be kind
And need nothing, just need nothing
Love my folks and my kids and my friends and make it on through the end
No more suffering, over loving
You get to me like old time religion did in my heart when I was a kid
You’re sweet gospel music to my ears, you know how to ease my fears
And from my heart to yours all I can say is “Hey baby hey, hey baby hey”
And as we go on through the deal I know that we won’t always feel
Real wonderful, life ain’t like that
But I wanna stay right here by your side, check out the view, enjoy the ride
Together, with all our loved ones
I want to plan a little garden with you now, take care of a piece of earth somehow
Tend it when we’re old and grey, try to straighten up and say
“I’m so glad to see you today, hey baby hey, hey baby hey”
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11. |
Dodging The Old Memory
03:07
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Melle Leyten The Hague, Netherlands
Foggy folkblues from The Netherlands
Multi-instrumentalist
Co-founder of The First Wolf
Also see:
linktr.ee/melleleyten
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