Story Behind The Song
Written in 1997.
Recorded in 2005 on Pro-Tools 6.2.2
Melbourne - Australia
Song Description
Who are we to be if we are not what is within. For if we all knew our strength of being then the worlds' corruptions are of no consequence to our joy. So run me down with your tryke - I will not hurt you in return - for I have my reward.
| Song Length |
3:05 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Peaceful, Gracious |
| Subject |
Life, Philosophy |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I'm standing in the middle, under the big blue sky. I'm standing on the ocean bed, I've lost my head, I've got salt water dripping in my eye. Take a look around and maybe then you'll see that the forth primary colour aint sittin' in you're cupboard and you don't really brush your teeth and the clothes that you wore, if you leave them on the floor, run away if you leave them for a week.
So run me down with your tryke - 'cause I haven't got a come-back.
So run me down with your big bad tryke - 'cause you know I'll only tip my hat.
Now Bob's really my uncle, some people laugh when I say, but you know he's not a diplomat, a front door mat, a police-man, a scholar who can't be bothered or Dave - and if you wait in the corner, with the light turned on, you better turn it off.
I turned the sound back down 'cause the innocence is lost and found and the meaning has shot through - and the only thing that's left is a momory not so true - It's there in the middle of my dreams, but not what it seems and I don't know how - so bring on your tryke now..........