Imagine you are Driving

by James Kenyon

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Donovan Murphy
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Donovan Murphy Kenyon & co. lead me into the rich worlds of the past where I can do nothing but wish to stay and feel for good. Like "Warooka" and "Flying High" and the rest from 2012, "Ships" and "The Motorbike Song" leave me speechless with their intimacy. Favorite track: Ships.
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pianodiscordian I'll nominate 'The Motorbike Song' as my favourite for now, but every track on this album is a gem. James Kenyon is an incredible songwriter who deserves to be much better known. His lyrics are every bit as good as those of, say, Paul Kelly, and he inhabits his characters completely so that every song rings true; his tunes, meanwhile, will melt your heart. An amazing album. Favorite track: The Motorbike Song.
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A few months after you died I loaned a motorbike and I headed west I caught up with your daughters But they've got kids And they were distracted I guess And I guess going through Pretty much what I was going trough too I've got some friends on the coast Said I'd be there in three days, maybe four at the most It took me more than a week yeah I got water in the motor trying to cross a flooded creek And they'd left the day before Note in the letter box and a key to the front door But I find I miss you more Not less, as the years they progress. Yeah I miss you more and more, not less As the years they progress Oh Elizabeth The road was so damn hot It looked like oil was coming up through the asphalt top I was worried the bike would slip yeah But the bloke at the servo said "nah ya just get more grip" And so I gunned it, I leaned it over I leaned it so low the pegs hit the rumble strip But I find I miss you more Not less, as the years they progress. Yeah I miss you more and more, not less As the years they progress Oh Elizabeth
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Ships 05:10
I had a romance In the shadows We used to slow dance While you were all asleep On the off chance That you were watching We’d wear our hats low And talk softer than the breeze Some days We spun out of the shade Some days We moved across your gaze Later, We moved far From the water and across a mountain range I played my guitar And tried to make that sound Of the bells and boat calls That came across the bay Some days Were tore across the sky Some days We’d never leave the room Like wind through the pepper tree leaves she drifted off of me But I can still hear the bells across town She’d put her finger on my lips And whisper “quiet, can you hear the ships singing Out across the bay?”
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We rolled on down the road We'd been driving for hours the summer air flowed through the windows unwound The radio was on it was playing Neil Diamond Then a late night quiz show then nothing at all We passed a back marker I looked over my shoulder At the precise moment It was caught in the lights of an oncoming road-train which lit up the driver and the fella beside her She was gripping the wheel you could tell she was crying Then the truck dipped its lights and she snapped back to black And we were quiet after that What is it that makes a person a liar? The curve of a thigh or numbing old aches The panic of ageing, covering mistakes We walk out on the wire, and just like they said we make it in the end we make it in the end yeah just like they said we make it in the end yeah just like they said we make it in the end yeah just like they said we make it in the end
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They got me a house in Hectorville I’ve got pictures of my kids and my kid’s kids On the window sill I’ve got a good view from the second floor And a on a good day I can see all the way To the port The streets in this town are flat and wide And they’re all pinned down With poles and wires And the streetlights at night they flicker and they glow Oh they glow, how they glow So I sing Blow those horns, Blow those horns, So I sing Blow those horns, Blow those horns Oh when I was a kid off to mass I’d go And they taught me about a city called Jericho That somehow pissed off the Israelites And they circled the city for seven days and seven nights And they blew the walls down So I sing Blow those horns, Blow those horns, So I sing Blow those horns, Blow those horns So I sing Blow those horns, Blow those horns
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The girls were singing along to a Kanye West song hanging out of the car, screaming at the stars The speedo was dialling up, think I was spooked by a truck I didn't lay any rubber down I heard it later from the crown I don't remember, I can't recall I have bad dreams if I sleep at all Silverwater Long Bay, such pretty names On Fridays in my town everyone is down at the Railway or the Royal; to whichever they are loyal If I'm going to go out, I'm careful who's about you know alcohol is a breech of my parole The judge was gentle, but young folks died They're going to need a tooth for that eye Silverwater Long Bay, such pretty names I could not look them in the eye surely heard them softly cry Silverwater Long Bay Such pretty names
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I'm at the yard late I'm locking up the gate It's cold and the stars are out I put the radio on mmm mm mm I need a tune with a beat to keep me from falling asleep It feels like I am dreaming Are they headlights or white posts? I didn't hear any tyres squealing it feels like I've seen a ghost I turn the rig around and look for broken trees is that somebody's voice? or just wind in the trees And the ambos have come from town and one of them's kneeling down Blue and red flashing lights bounce in to the night and It feels like I am dreaming Are they headlights or white posts? I didn't hear any tyres squealing it feels like I've seen a ghost She looks like she is sleeping at home in bed just the slightest hint of bleeding a cut on her forehead It feels like I am dreaming Are they headlights or white posts? I didn't hear any tyres squealing it feels like I've seen a ghost
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Road Movie 01:01
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Marie 02:35
Last time I went driving I got myself lost I pulled over off the road And I called my daughter up I could hera the worry and frustration in her voice she told me to stay still and came and got me with her bouys Oh Marie Why are you so good to me? O Marie Surely you're mocking me Well I never really gambled And I rarely drank too much I was just you're average prick who liked people less than stuff And I missed your first communion And I missed your broken hearts I barely made your 21st and I never fixed you cars Oh Marie Why are you so good to me? O Marie Surely you're mocking me Oh I had a dozen lovers and another dozen toys and I skipped over the surface like so many other boys But now the dream is over and My life's coming to and end It's pretty clear that she's a better woman than I am a man O Marie Why is she so good to me? O Marie Surely she's mocking me Oh Marie Why are you so good to me? O Marie Surely you're mocking me
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released October 7, 2016

All Songs written by James Kenyon
Produced and Engineered by Nick Huggins
Recorded at Pocket Full of Stones Studio, Victoria, Australia
©James Kenyon 2016

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James Kenyon was born and raised in South Australia, but now lives in sunny Melbourne, Australia

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