Monday 22 February 2021

The World On Over

 


The World On Over

Written by Scott Wainwright


Wherever this river may flow

I will go

Let it take me


Wherever this path may wind

I will go

Let it take me


Because people are all the same

The world on over

People are all insane

Wake me up when its all over


Wherever the wind may blow

I will go

Let it take me


Whatever seeds may be sown

I will grow

Let it take me


Because people are all the same

The world on over

People are all insane

Wake me up when its all over


My head may appear to be in the sand

I seem so unaware

But people don't understand

That I cast away, all my cares


Because people are all the same

The world on over

People are all insane

Wake me up when its all over


From the album 'Indoor Fireworks'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/indoor-fireworks-demo-tape

Sally Of The Wilds

 


Sally Of The Wilds

Written by Scott Wainwright


Down the valley

Bout the babbling brook

Send my love to Sally

Say I wish her luck

Smile and wink in her direction

And give her a sweet embrace

I've been thinking I've learn't my lesson

I'm in my place


Sally, Sally of the wilds

The wind it blows her auburn hair

Sally, no more than a child

Humble, for me she did care


I pull my collar

To ward of the wind

No star to follow

No where to begin

Tell her thanks a lot

And give her all my ''I love you's''

I'm sailing to France finding worth

In something new


Sally, Sally of the wilds

The wind it blows her auburn hair

Sally, no more than a child

Humble, for me she did care


Upon the cold docks

They're calling my name

But I'm at a loss my love

Of whom I could blame

Tell her my regrets

For she knows well all of my faults

When I write next, I hope it shows

That I loved her once


Sally, Sally of the wilds

The wind it blows her auburn hair

Sally, no more than a child

Humble, for me she did care


But it's over, its over

Because I am not there

I was never there


From the album 'Whispers From A Kind River'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/whispers-from-a-kind-river

Redemption Blues

 


Redemption Blues

Written by Scott Wainwright


Call the doctor, tell him I'm sick

Call the preacher, tell hem to be quick

Because I don't know how long I have left


Call for my sister, tell her to come

Call for my brother, tell him to bury those guns

Because I don't know how long I have left


Can someone please take my hand

Through all this trouble and strife

Because Lord knows

I've had a real hard life


Call for whiskey, call for gin

If my neighbour calls, then let them in

Because I don't know how long I have left


Give me caviar, give me steak

Give me black coffee, bring me chocolate cake

Because I don't know how long I have left


Can someone please take my hand

Through all this trouble and strife

Because Lord knows

I've had a real hard life


Hide the silver, hide the gold

Those repo men are even after my soul

Because I don't know how long I have left


Tell the constable when he comes

Don't tell the preacher I was on the run

Because I don't know how long I have left


Can someone please take my hand

Through all this trouble and strife

Because Lord knows

I've had a real hard life


From the EP 'Bric A Brac Blues'

And the live album 'Playing Out Before Bedtime'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/playing-out-before-bedtime

Train Song

 


Train Song

Written by Scott Wainwright


The train is a rolling

Is your sweet soul aboard?

The train is a rolling

Is your sweet soul aboard?

The train is a rolling

Is your sweet soul aboard?

Call on the Lord,

He can help you aboard

His train


The train is a rolling

Is your sweet soul aboard?

The train is a rolling

Is your sweet soul aboard?

The train is a rolling

Is your sweet soul aboard?

Call on the Lord,

He can help you aboard

His train


I am calling, I'm calling

I'm calling, calling

Calling on the Lord


I am calling, I'm calling

I'm calling, calling

Calling on the Lord


From the album 'The Future Of Primitivism'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/the-future-of-primitivism

John

 


John

Written by Scott Wainwright


It's funny how things work out sometimes

It's funny how things come to pass

Sometimes you get away with it all

Other times it bites you in the ass

I never meant to hurt anyone

Or to lead them astray

Sometimes you must face your fears

And sometimes you just cannot stay


Sometimes you will wonder why

Other times you will play it cool

Sometimes you won't even try

Then its better just to play the fool

I never meant to be unkind

Or pretend not to care

Sometimes its the luck of the draw

And other times it just isn't fair


There's a little child

Inside every grown man

And most of the time

He's doing the best that he can

But this little child

Hope's one day to be grown

And one day

To make it on home

But until then we wonder where the time has gone

But I guess you already know that John


Oh how I've tried to figure you out

Looking for the right words to use

But I am still filled with doubt

And I am even more confused

I never meant to disappoint you

Or cause you to lose your way

You just did the best that you could

And never had the words to say


From the album 'Indoor Fireworks'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/indoor-fireworks-demo-tape

Looking Over Me

 


Looking Over Me

Written by Scott Wainwright


The sweet sounds of release

Echo through these chains

While the air around me

Braced itself for change

For I have heard the whispers Lord

Thundering through these floors

Flashing by the windows

Crashing through the door


And I see Jesus standing there in the light

And I'll rest easy knowing

He's looking over me tonight


And beauty is a tangled weave

Making its triumphant entry

I lay there at its feet

And watch it pass over me

For I have seen the pictures Lord

That blindly confound the wise

Drowning us in colours

Unknown to earthly eyes


And I see Jesus standing there in the light

And I'll rest easy knowing

He's looking over me tonight


Salvation has come to me

With the sign on the cross

Words from a distant country

Giving home to the lost

I've never felt so free

I've never been so disciplined

I'm back on my feet again

I'm free from my sin


And I see Jesus standing there in the light

And I'll rest easy knowing

He's looking over me tonight


From the album 'Whispers From A Kind River'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/whispers-from-a-kind-river

Thursday 18 February 2021

Let His Train Carry You Home

 


Let His Train Carry You Home

Written by Scott Wainwright


There's a train arriving

There's a train arriving

I can see it now

On the horizon


(chorus)

Its rolling, it's rolling

Its holy rolling

Who know's how much further

We have to go

Its rolling, it's rolling

Its holy rolling

It can carry your troubled

Your troubled soul home


There's a train at the station

There's a train at the station

Do you know

Your souls destination?


(chorus)

Its rolling, it's rolling

Its holy rolling

Who know's how much further

We have to go

Its rolling, it's rolling

Its holy rolling

It can carry your troubled

Your troubled soul home


(bridge)

The soul of a man

Has no where to roam

The spirit of a man

Has no earthly abode

But if you roll into Jesus

His train will carry you home

Its rolling, it's rolling


(chorus)

Its holy rolling

Who know's how much further

We have to go

Its rolling, it's rolling

Its holy rolling

It can carry your troubled

Your troubled soul home


From the album 'Whisper's From A Kind River'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/whispers-from-a-kind-river

Wednesday 17 February 2021

Hard Time Blues

 


Hard Time Blues

Written by Scott Wainwright


These are hard times

We're living in

The worlds so tied up

In worthless sin


Can you help me through

Can you help me through

Can you help me through

These hard time blues


I could sure use

A helping hand

Help me, Lord

To the promised land


Can you help me through

Can you help me through

Can you help me through

These hard time blues


(Bridge)

Over Jordan

All my promises reside

I'm going over

Finally made up my mind


Can you help me through

Can you help me through

Can you help me through

These hard time blues


From the EP 'Bric A Brac Blues'

Available here https://open.spotify.com/album/53vUJcblEptAvmcAir1ecK

Make My Way Home

 


Make My Way Home

Written by Scott Wainwright


I've been walking through the night

I've been walking right through the night

I've been walking right through the night

And I still haven't found my way home

And I still haven't found my way home


But I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know

I'm not alone

Lord by my side

I'll make my way home


See I've been fighting against the dying light

See I've been fighting against the dying light

See I've been fighting against the dying light

And I still haven't found my way home

And I still haven't found my way home



But I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know

I'm not alone

Lord by my side

I'll make my way home


Your rod and your staff

They comfort me

I know I'll make my way home


From the EP 'Bric A Brac Blues'

Available here https://music.apple.com/us/album/bric-a-brac-blues-ep/621509565

Nothing to Lose Blues

 


Nothing to Lose Blues

Written by Scott Wainwright


Well I was awake to see the sun rise

Through the tears that I shed

Well I was awake to see the sun rise

Through the tears that I shed

But there ain't no use in crying no more

Everything's been done and said


Stood looking out of the window

Bible by my side

Stood looking out of the window

Bible by my side

Well it's time to get on out there

Finally made up my mind


Because all I have is nothing to lose

And those down on myself

Waste of time, self pity blues


And when I'm out there

I'll tell them Jesus day is coming forth

And when I'm out there

I'll tell them Jesus day is coming forth

I'll spend with him eternity

I'm no longer lost


I'll lift the cup of salvation

Call the name of the Lord

I'll lift the cup of salvation

Call the name of the Lord

I'll move right on through this life

Jesus will be reward


Because all I have is nothing to lose

And those down on myself

Waste of time, self pity blues



From the album 'Every Man Has His Critics'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/every-man-has-his-critics

No Shoes Blues

 


No Shoes Blues

Written by Scott Wainwright


I've got no shoes

I've got no Shoes

I've got no shoes on my feet


I've got no shoes

I've got no Shoes

I've got no shoes on my feet


Somebody help me please

Somebody help me please

Somebody help me please

Clothe these weary feet


I got the blues

I got the blues

I got the blues at my feet


I got the blues

I got the blues

I got the blues at my feet


Somebody help me please

Somebody help me please

Somebody help me please

Clothe these weary feet

Rest these weary feet


Rest these weary feet


From the album 'Every Man Has His Critics'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/every-man-has-his-critics

The Whole Worlds On Fire

 



The Whole Worlds On Fire

Written by Scott Wainwright


If there's one thing I've come to know

Friends love and leave

They come and they go

And the good times don't always last


But sometimes its just heart and soul

You love and you learn

To lighten the load

But sometimes you don't ask


(chorus)

Meet me in the morning light

And I will stand by your side

Bring love, bring desire

The whole worlds on fire


You know sometimes there are only tears

Our hearts lament

Things can seem unclear

Sometimes you have to just sit and wait


Some things we hold so dear

They just fade away

You cannot draw them near

You've had all you can take


(chorus)

Meet me in the morning light

And I will stand by your side

Bring love, bring desire

The whole worlds on fire


Sometimes all our memories

They can stop us

Being all  we should be

Sometimes we believe the lie


And sometimes all our regrets

Are the one thing

We just cannot forget

And our feet are hard to find


(chorus)

Meet me in the morning light

And I will stand by your side

Bring love, bring desire

The whole worlds on fire



From the album 'Whisper's From A Kind River'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/whispers-from-a-kind-river

Soon Saturday Night Will Be Sunday Morning

 


Soon Saturday Night Will Be Sunday Morning

Written by Scott Wainwright


He married the girl with the flowers in her hair

When words didn't come easy

No easel just a canvas on a chair

She was his 'Mona Lisa'


She married a painter, he liked to paint her

He made her hair seem so black

And the colours he used on her eyes

Meant there was no looking back


Looking down from a gallery wall

The flowers were somehow lost

One day she felt the call

And reach out to the cross


She has reason to rise

But then she always knew

It bears no real surprise

That she got through


And it feels so right

A new day forming

Soon Saturday night

will be, Sunday morning


You can put your hope in silly little things

Make your wishes at the well

You can guess from the red sky forming

And say its too soon to tell


But if life remains always the same

From day in to day out

Then every sorrow will come and drain

Leaving you filled with doubt


I can still hear all of her words

They were so gently spoken

My soul is no longer lost

And my heart no longer broken


I have a reason to rise

To change my view

It bears no real surprise

I got through


And it feels so right

A new day forming

Soon Saturday night

will be, Sunday morning


There is a cross hanging over my bed

My hope for all times

It reminds me of the words that were said

And what changed my mind


She handed me the Holy book

And said I should make a fresh start

So I took a good long look

And let the words into my heart


If I hadn't heard these words of sense

Or the truth that they presented

If I didn't give way to positive influence

Or let my pride be dented


I'd have no reason to rise

Or change my view

I have the keys to paradise

I got through


And it feels so right

A new day forming

Soon Saturday night

will be, Sunday morning



From the album 'Antology'

Available here https://open.spotify.com/album/7I3pQIXpDg29nETUcKx0se