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Ten Years on the Run

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Many, many moons ago I got a banjo.

Banjo HAI!

Much like ukuleles, banjos RULE. Which makes it all the more mysterious to me why I’ve used it so little (cue the sound of slapping of wrists and leaves turning over). Anyway, this weeks TS@aW is just banjo and voice. You’ll note that I’ve got some kind of cold/throat/chest thing going on at the moment, so I took the opportunity to get them bass notes in there. Mmmmm…

That’s also why the vocal is all over the shop a little though, but hopefully it’s not so apparent that it spoils the enjoyment.

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When I was ten years on the run,
I could not stand still.
Always moving mountains
And making mountains out of mole hills.
Running to find myself,
Turning inside out and upside down as well.

When I was ten years on the run.
I was not the beginning of change.
I see a house on the horizon
That calls me home again,
And I am not ready for that.
Tender rose of tender years
You're missing something off the beaten track,
Petrified of being wrong.

When I was ten years on the run.
I am a darkness inside shadow,
Burning clear only when out on parole.
I am not controlling loving,
I am not directing anything,
Anything that I can see from here.

When I was ten years on the run,
Where was I? Am I going?
Diving deeper, to unknown waters,
I know I'll not 'prehend them,
But isn't that the joy of journeying?
The urge to move
The urge to know ourselves.

When I was ten years on the run.
Discovery in brutal slashes,
Returns to me in moments when I lose myself.
And I cannot remember,
All the instances of love, of hate, of laughter,
All the things that I've been shown are true.
And false, and I remember,
How we used to shake our heads.

When I was ten years on the run,
All these cares that I've tried hard to caress,
I am remembering the look upon your face,
I am trying to remember your smile,
And I hope that I can see it soon,
And I hope that I can take it in my stride,
And I hope love will find its place for me,
Or translate its pretty patterns for me,
And I will love until my last breath,
And I will love until I scatter myself,
Onto the rocks of some far distant shore,
With whitetops marking skyline from sea borne,
And I am moving into sleep now love,
And I will trust you not to trust too much,
And I will trust you not to say too much,
And I will trust you not to bleed too much.
I am learning I am learning as I go...
I am learning I am learning as I go...
I am learning I am learning as I go...

When I was ten years on the run.

credits

from Throwing S​*​*​t at a Wall, released January 1, 2011
Written and recorded by Bill Coleman.

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Bill Coleman Ireland

Makes music with a laptop, a guitar and a pile of live-recorded loops. Reminds people of Eels, Flaming Lips, Talking Heads...

Spent 2011 writing and recording a song a week - check out the "Throwing S**t at a Wall" album.

Currently working on his third studio album.
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