Getting There is Only Half Way Back

Getting There Is Only Half Way Back – Chris Brooker ©2012

I’ve been gone so long that it starts to feel like I’m never making it home.
My eyes they sting in the evening sun from the white lines on the road.
Chains of clover around your neck and another to tie back your hair.
My dreams are deep and they feel so real that I only wish I was there.

I wore out my sneakers baby, looking for an excuse.
To justify the time away that makes it all seem good.
There was a time when magic seemed
To come for you to come for me

The further I travel the further I roam, seems the point that feels like my home
Is getting further away by the hour by the K. Feeling like there are no returns
My heart sinks every time we hit that rise on top of the hill
I remember when I left you said, Getting there’s only half way back
Everyone wants something for free
Love comes for you, love comes for me

Move Forward Go Back – C. Eaton (2013)

Clap your hands if you’ll sing with me
Raise your voice then stamp your feet

To move on we gotta go back
And be content with what we got
To move forward we gotta look back
Be satisfied with what we had

When it’s gone what’ll we buy then?
What’s a price on air and earth
Find a new way to face the past
And be content with what we got

It’s only when the well runs dry, Then we’ll know what the waters worth
It’s only when the well runs dry, We’ll understand what the waters worth

Hurting No One But They Killed You Dead – Chris Brooker © 2012

There’s a doorway just like a picture frame
It’s hung up there nailed to my brain
A pocket of air for you to breath
A sombre sound before you leave

Who saw the change in fashion first?
Out on the limb of change unearthed.
You never tried. You never hid
What you said was what you did
There’s a sombre sound before you leave

Sometimes a snake is just a snake.
Sometimes it’s just misunderstood.
Like that python down the old back shed.
Hurting no one but they killed it dead.

Give it up now give it in
I’ll give you something to believe in
Death and taxes, grindstone nose
It’s just the way your story goes.
Hurting no one but they killed you dead

Spin around look to the sky
Standing still we try we try
Hurting no one
Keep to yourself
Hurting no one

You got blood on your face
You didn’t know ‘till it was too late

Moonwash – Chris Brooker © 2012

Moonwashed grass singing Ramble On
Thinking this is the best things can be
Lights on the house shining out from the hill
Like a beacon and I’m out at sea
Throw me your wishes, ’ll do you no good now
Give me your heart instead
Sometimes things work out
Sometimes things work in

Trampled leaves under bare-foot thieves of the night holding hands in the dark
Waiting to steal that one perfect kiss at that one perfect time
My head is around it, my hand is still now
Release the arrow through your heart
Sometimes things work out
Sometimes things work in

Stealing away like the morning tide
Singing songs that remind me of times gone by
Here and now it’s just you and I

My feet were not moving as lightly as they should
Running through the darkness Banksia wood
What was I seein’, What was I feelin’

Big Mans Dreams – C.Eaton© 2012

We came to bear upon this place, like insurgents might from another race
The earth was rich and the streams were full and smiles were broad and wide
So we cut down trees and planted seeds, and we made a plan for plain folks needs
For the few that woke as each day dawned, there was graft but hands to share

From far and wide more people came
To join the guild and make some gain
With a vision of what a life might be
Under burning stars of opportunity

You see we’re following a Big Mans dreams
What we do, it’s what we do, It always seems to me
We’re Following a Big Mans dreams

As lifetimes rolled and we gathered a crowd, more and more arrived and the noise got loud
The plenty turned to just enough but we got clever in our ways
What we couldn’t raise was craft instead, scoured brains to preserve the dead
The weak became strong as we engineered, selected, cloned and sprayed

From far and further the big men came
With a stick in case inducement failed
And they told us how the world might be
“If only you would listen to me”

Now the chambers sealed and suffocating greed,
Means the meek must inherit what the Big Man leaves
It’s a prison of glass and endless tiles that reach out to the sky
Joni told it years ago, we listen fast but we act real slow
So there’s more of more and less of less, but apparently I’m rich

Away from here the big men went
They’ll devour another realm until it’s spent
The mantra chant of how the world might be
“If only you would listen to me”

The Watch – C. Eaton (2013)

Grandad used to sit me on his knee
In the part of the house they called the scullery
As the coals struggled to generate much heat
I’m aware of generations past that have shuffled down this street
He was old and he was wise and always willing to advise
On how best to shoe a horse or the way to crank a car
And when I reached my 7th year, He handed down to me
A timepiece that I knew to be a part of family
I was old enough to read it, I was old enough to know
That this patriarchal dear old man was the leader in the show

The only time I saw my father show emotion as he cried,
Was when he didn’t make the ward to hold his father as he died
Some things stay with you all your life as that moment does with me
And for dad the realisation he was now atop the tree
The pivot of the generations that now will follow on
And that included me, my brother, and in time, my own two sons
The haven where you head for help, the guiding hand you crave
I need to glean all his knowledge ‘fore he takes it to the grave
Perhaps our modern world forgets that wisdom comes with age
That night was time for my old man to take the centre stage

Charlie used to sit upon a knee
Ned was on the other, both a part of me
You do best, we’re never always right
They’ve swopped toy cars for real ones, you try and guide them home at night
As I check the piece upon my wrist, I see time is passing by
History has wheeled around and it’s now my turn to cry
This time it’s me that missed the boat and chose the wrong damn whim
If I could I’d choose another even if I had to swim
Now I’m old enough to see it and I’m old enough to know
That for now I’ve got the baton, I’m the leader in the show

Sosikayu – C Eaton© 2012
Don’t you come near
Arm’s length is way too close
These rusting barbs of steel to me are shelter
But I’m not sure if I like the way it feels

I’m Sosikayu getting in my way
How d’ya ever get to sleep at night
Don’t know if it’s pity or anger but I know
I’m sikayu, sikayu, hey
Sosikayu getting in my way
All you’ve ever done is hold me back
It’s time to get it on without you
Sosikayu gettin’ in my way

We grieve for what might have been
Had the powder not, the powder not exploded, not exploded, in its head
Beauty and charm with eloquence of mind,
Adrift in muddied souls of the un-dead

If I told you that I loved you I’d be lying
If I told you that I want you I’d be cruel
And if I whispered in your ear I’d be a sinner
I nod when you talk but I don’t hear

Fall Hard – Chris Brooker © 2005

Well everything falls around you like the water on a dirty dog
There’s a mess all around you, cigarette-butts in your hair.

Looking up at the roof of life from the dirty mat of her sad new life
Baby what happened? Baby what happened to you?

Everybody knew you were always gonna fall hard

It’s gonna take time to get her big love up
It’s gonna take time to let her trust again
It’s gonna take patience. It’s gonna take strength
A whole lotta love, whole lotta love

Was your love too big? Was your love too round?
Did the gravity of love let you down?
Baby what happened? Baby what happened to you?

Easy Come, Easy Go – Chris Brooker © 2013

When will you come to me? I’ve waited here too long
No lies or surprise attacks or you might just find me gone
Is there some master plan or somewhere soft to land?
Take or leave anytime I hope you understand

It’s easy come and go
Go. Easy come and easy go
You know, no.

Don’t buy me anything or take me out at night
Keep my appearance up don’t shine me in your light
Tied down? No free to go anytime you want
Detach the unattached and no one here gets hurt

Never met somebody that could turn it on like that
Nobody like you babe I gotta give you that
You tried to hold on, held me underwater kept me under for way too long, long
Could hardly breathe, could hardly sleep, could hardly think, could hardly leave
Now na, na, na, na, na, na, na

The Suitcase – Chris Brooker © 2012

Too beautiful to believe
Carven names into the tree

Twenty times or maybe more
Reasons for love underscored
A pretty face but nothing more to me
I drank some beer and wine, I said
“She doesn’t seem no different
To anybody else ‘round here”

Fine by me if there’s no-show
All dressed up, nowhere to go

I cannot think so clearly now
I’m feeling sleepy in my dreams
There’s a sound of someone calling out to me
A million tiny thoughts escape
Through dreams but caught by nets mistake
Will this loneliness be my end?

What’s the worst that could happen?
We do it all again?

Still trying to work it out
Are you the smartest person I
Have ever met or have I read too much (into it)
I know you must to make me think
This deeply now I like the way you
Talk in colours and make me feel

Tell Me What I Want – C Eaton ©2012

Hey mate, look at my clothes
Tell me what I’m like, Tell me what I’m like
You made up your mind, the eyes betray the words
You’d never say it to my face, ‘cos you hide behind yours
My brothers left behind, we lost my girl along the way
I’m running for my life and I can’t get by

Far away in a foreign country, you’d better hope that they like you
Make yourself at home in a foreign country, is it how you saw it in your dreams
Is it how you see it now

Hey mate, peel my skin
Tell me how I feel, Tell me what I want
You made up your mind, history tells me so,
This is how it is ‘cos it’s always been that way
It doesn’t really matter that I was here first
The queue is getting longer and I’m last in line