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I've started paving my own road and running my own race
I've learned to carry my own load and run at my own pace
The deeds and words of those that made you what you are
The good advice you heard that helps you come so far
My legs are tired my feet are sore but my quest has been worthwhile
The things I heard the things I saw
No longer cramp my style
The hindsight experts are not hard to leave behind
So open-hearted to all those who fit their kind
I'll be an old man before I'm taken by surprise
So many have so much to say so I'll just listen with my eyes
One might marvel at these words of mine but I should be smarter now
You've only met me at this point when I'm wise but far from proud
An edited account of my imperfect tale
I didn't come here with intent to sit and tell
I'll be an old man before I believe that I'm wise
I temper my bare soul with a world-taught need for a disguise
Welcome to Recovery
Belated discovery
Maybe I have found my dream
In my hands
Without shine
Without summit
Just a solid real thing
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The Sketches - Have
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The time is now the time for leaving moors
To find his home a man must leave his shores
You steer your ship the best when the swells are at their highest
I have
All the places that I've been and the things that I have done are all I have
And I have
The crew is few in number but is there
To see the journey through's their only care
The faces you remember are the faces at the end
I have
All the places that I've been and the things that I have done are all I have
And I have
The people who have put a smile upon my face are all I have
And I have
Stowaways will weigh me down
Open mouths and idle hands
Seek safety in your village
I will seek uncharted lands
All the places that I've been and the things that I have done are all I have
And I have
And I can see the people who have given strength I never thought I'd have
And I have
And I have
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Seems like yesterday since she slept in a cot
Welcome to the world, your Australia Day tot
Expectations of those forty weeks
Consummated in wisps on her head, tiny lips and chuby cheeks
Thirty years pass by and history repeats
Now your daughter is pleading her daughter to sleep
All wrapped up in pyjamas made of pink towel
The little star reverses her sleep-deprived mother's frown
I watch you learn and pass through each familiar turnstile gate
I watch you turn and cycle through this familiar tale of fate
I watch you turn and return
I watch you turn full circle
1978 and he stands in a lift
Clad in blue overalls to face his first shift
In '09 he was thanks for his service with the sack
New job, new workplace agreement and those worries keep flooding back
I watch you learn and pass through each familiar turnstile gate
I watch you turn and cycle through this familiar tale of fate
I watch you turn and return
I watch you turn full circle
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The Sketches - I'm Out
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I could set my watch to the movement of your everyday
Measure to the nearest millimetre the gap between what you do and say
So gentle with your audacity
You smile with your dupilicity
Your friends of necessity
And you keep feeding my doubts
Do you really think I don't know the whole passive thing
If there's one thing that your right hand never does, it's killing
I'm watching from a step a way
I'm more than an arm's length away
You smile with your complacency
And now I've figured you out
You are everybody's best friend but your lies are in my face
You're at all the right occasions
Wrong intention, perfect place
Please don't please me
Please don't please me
Please go
Never have I ever felt so little in wishing you my last goodbye
Nothing left that's heartfelt, only brittle
No need to struggle, no need to try
A few months that I guess were fun
Now you've moved on to another one
I guess your story's overdone
Oh well, whatever, I'm out
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The Sketches - Fight
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I am strong but a tired man
Climbing the wall has bruised my hands
I don't bleed to much from the pain
My skin cells will grow back again
My legs are strong, on them I stand
My body is hardened to the strain
Your words hurt no-one when you don't have a brain
And only the strong will understand
The person I'm proud of
And the person I fight
Trade blows while I lie awake at night
An armchair guide to making plans
Is to sit in the carpark and shout out demands
Their purpose in life is to repeat the game
To sit in the car park and throw their blame
You pull them up, they'll push you off if they can
The person I'm proud of
And the person I fight
Trade blows while I lie awake at night
The person I'm proud of
The slave to spite
The weight on the ankle, the top of the wall in sight
The person I'm proud of
And the person I fight
Haymakers while I toss and turn at night
The purpose I'm proud of
The slave to spite
The weight on the ankle, the top of the wall in sight
The weight on the ankle, the top of the wall in sight
The weight on the ankle, the top of the wall in sight
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The Sketches Hobart, Australia
The Sketches , a folk-rock quartet from Hobart in Tasmania, have restyled their music into a simple yet energetic
performance of self-penned songs in an Australian accent.
The songs have to date been a series of “spoke-sung” stories about everyday issues that people face with routine and relationships, but the last couple of years have seen the songwriting shift focus to the theme of recovery.
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