Wash Me Clean

 

Wash Me Clean

Written By Scott Wainwright

All the grit and all the grime

All the wasted time

I want to wake from this dream

Lord, I want to get clean

All the fear and the dread

All the worries in my head

I want to get out of this crazy scene

Lord, I want to get clean

(chorus)

I don't want to pour water on the fire

Be a killing gun for hire

Be a barb in the wire

Sing in the church choir

I just want to get clean

I don't want to be a thief in the night

Pretend I know wrong from right

Be in a fist fight

Do things you do not like

Lord, I just want to get clean

All the sin and the shame

All the constant passing blame

I want to say what I really mean

Lord, I just want to get clean

All the hurt and the pain

All the standing in the rain

I want to forget where I have been

Lord, I just want to get clean

(chorus)

I don't want to pour water on the fire

Be a killing gun for hire

Be a barb in the wire

Sing in the church choir

I just want to get clean

I don't want to be a thief in the night

Pretend I know wrong from right

Be in a fist fight

Do things you do not like

Lord, I just want to get clean

From the album 'Strangers Here'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/strangers-here-2

Friday Night

 

Friday Night

Written by Scott Wainwright

They were tight jeans and rock and roll

I felt like the punch in search of the bowl

Out of place, out of space

But everything is going to be put right

On Friday night

Retro T-shirts and cool lingo

I felt like an arrow in search of a bow

Out of place, out of space

But everything is going to be put right

On Friday night

My heart goes out to those yet to receive

My heart goes out those yet to believe

But everything is going to be put right

On Friday night

They were all sun shades and attitude

I felt like the toothpaste in search of the tube

Out of place, out of space

But everything is going to be put right

On Friday night

Three piece suits and profit margins

I felt like a consumer in search of a bargain

Out of place, out of space

But everything is going to be put right

On Friday night

My heart goes out to those yet to receive

My heart goes out those yet to believe

But everything is going to be put right

On Friday night

From the album 'The Future of Primitivism'

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

Mister Ceaser

 

Mister Ceaser

Written by Scott Wainwright

I'm moving on

Ain't gonna be kicked around like no dog

I'm moving on

Ain't gonna be kicked around like no dog

I'm leaving here

Lifting my head out of this fog

'Cos someday Sir

You are gonna hang your head in shame

'Cos someday Sir

You are gonna hang your head in shame

You are gonna be

Real sorry for playing all those games

There will come a time

When you will see all your mistakes

There will come a time

When you will see all your mistake

You won't be swanning around

Thinking you're so great

You'll realise

All your money won't do you no good

You'll realise

All your money won't do you no good

Maybe then

You'll treat people like you know you should

From the album 'Indoor Fireworks (Demo's)

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

On The Horizon

 

On The Horizon

Written by Scott Wainwright

I know where I'm bound

And I know where I've been

But I am trying to forget

All the trouble I have seen

I know I'll be found

Because I know I've been lost

But I am sitting here

Adding up the cost

But there's a sun on the horizon

I'm going there

I know what I've said

And I know what I've done

But I am sitting here

Knowing the battle is won

I know I've been cruel

I know I've been kind

But I'm trying all I can

To draw the line

But there's a sun on the horizon

I'm going there

From the album 'The future of Primitivism'

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

Don't Worry Honey

 

Don't Worry Honey

Written by Scott Wainwright

The moon swung low

And the grass grown high

The moon Swung low

And the grass grown high

Today's the day

We're leaving here tonight

When the alarm rings out

Stay out of that spot light

When the alarm rings out

Stay out of that spot light

Its backs against the wall

Or its running for your life

(chorus)

Because the roads been long

And the ways been hard alright

If the moneys not gone

It's sure been tight

But don't you worry honey

We'll be home and dry tonight

When the midnight comes

We'll be running down that road

When the midnight comes

We'll be running down that road

And the bad times can't follow

When they're knocked out cold

Meet me down by the river

I will be waiting there

Meet me down by the river

I will be waiting there

We'll swim in the moonlight

And wash away all our cares

(chorus)

Because the roads been long

And the ways been hard alright

If the moneys not gone

It's sure been tight

But don't you worry honey

We'll be home and dry tonight

From the album 'The Future of Primitivism'

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

Working On The Highway

 

Working On The Highway

Written by Scott Wainwright

Keep the hammer swinging

Swinging on high

Keep the hammer swinging

The sparks gonna fly

I'm working on the highways

Gathering on the byways

It won't be long

It won't be long

Until my work is done

Keep the axe a swinging

Swinging on high

Keep the axe a swinging

The woods gonna fly

I'm working on the highways

Gathering on the byways

It won't be long

It won't be long

Until my work is done

I hear the angels singing

Singing on high

I hear the angels singing

My spirits gonna fly

I'm working on the highways

Gathering on the byways

It won't be long

It won't be long

Until my work is done

From the album 'The future of Primitivism

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

Troubled Man

 

Troubled Man

Written by Scott Wainwright

Jesus, take my hand

Because I am a troubled man

Jesus, take my hand

Jesus, take my hand

Because this world don't seem to understand

Jesus, take my hand

Take my hand, this world don't understand

I'm a troubled man

I'm a troubled man

Take my hand

From the album 'Strangers Here'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/strangers-here-2

I Will Return To Thee

 

I Will Return To Thee

Written by Scott Wainwright

I asked a girl to marry me

But then I set sail on the deep blue sea

I hope she recalls my bended knee

And knows that her love is here with me

And I shall return, yes I shall return to thee

We were wed in the brightest June

Her dear Mother thought it too soon

But my girls smile is as bright as the moon

Sing with me, my lovers tune

And I shall return, yes I shall return to thee

I gave her a ring of solid gold

And made her a mate for my soul

Her Father mines the blackest coal

And all of my love she has stole

And I shall return, yes I shall return to thee

We shall have children, one, two, three

And I shall love all of thee

And they shall run to me

When I return from the deep blue sea

And I shall return, yes I shall return to thee

From the album 'All That Glitters Is Not Gold'

Available here https://open.spotify.com/album/4SnQp2tzyrpQWub7aITgBt

The Same Road

 

The Same Road

Written by Scott Wainwright

Don't get up Sir, I'm only passing through

Don't get up Sir, I'm only passing through

I'm on my way to being made brand new

(chorus)

We're all on the same road

Out of here

Some days so far

Some days so near

Why don't we give each other a helping hand?

Why don't we give each other a helping hand?

Makes no sense today, but tomorrow we might understand

(chorus)

We're all on the same road

Out of here

Some days so far

Some days so near

Don't you know Sir, we've all fallen short?

Don't you know Sir, we've all fallen short?

Put your money away, heaven can not be bought

(chorus)

We're all on the same road

Out of here

Some days so far

Some days so near

From the album 'The Future of Primitivism'

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

Children of War

 

Children of War

Written by Scott Wainwright

Looking out of my window

At all the troubles of the day

A world filled with sorrow

We can't seem to find our way

Killing is all we seem to do

Dying a little more every day

Who can pull us through?

And stop us living this way?

(chorus)

God's going to kick down that door

There won't be anymore

Children of war

The future seems so bleak

Young lives ended so soon

Our attempts at peace are weak

We've got too much to lose

One man's selfish gain

Out weighs many people's needs

So he causes a bloody rain

While he refuses to bleed

(chorus)

God's going to kick down that door

There won't be anymore

Children of war

From the album 'The Future of Primitivism'

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

On The Other Side of Here

 

On The Other Side of Here

Written by Scott Wainwright

People moving from door to door

Not sure what they are looking for

Trying to escape the same old war

Unsure what they we're really fighting for

(chorus)

Something strange and better awaits

On the the other side of here

Trouble moves from coast to coast

People start to lose all hope

On the run from the final end

Trying to find some kind of friend

(chorus)

Something strange and better awaits

On the the other side of here

From the album 'The Future of Primitivism'

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

Beggars

 

Beggars

Written by Scott Wainwright

An old beggar asked me for change

I gave an old beggar all of my change

Every one said I was wasting my time

But I could see Jesus in his eyes

An old friend stabbed me in the back

An old friend asked me to take him back

Every one said I was wasting my time

But I could see Jesus in his eyes

I am begging at God's door

Trying to get in God's door

People say 'God you'd be wasting your time'

I just hope he can see Jesus in my eyes

From the album 'The Future of Primitivism'

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

Sail Away

 

Sail Away

Written by Scott Wainwright

The boat laps on the ocean

Our loving words spoken

Lost to the motion of the sea

Retrieved in the love between you and me

You with your open toe shoes

Me with nothing to lose

Sail away

(chorus)

Sailing the seven seas

Into the sunset

Sailing your eyes

I can't forget

The golden coastline

The first thing to my mind

Is having the time to be in love

To lose ourselves to the sky above

You with your sun shade

Me with the love that you gave

Sail away

(chorus)

Sailing the seven seas

Into the sunset

Sailing your eyes

I can't forget

At the dying of the day

On a lifting wave

I'm glad to have stayed by your side

And glad you are here by mine

You in the candles flame

Me glad that we stayed

Sail away

(chorus)

Sailing the seven seas

Into the sunset

Sailing your eyes

I can't forget

From the album 'All That Glitters is not Gold'

Available here https://open.spotify.com/artist/62lILwT8ce8fa22O9E4LRV

Kiss (Like They Do In France)

 

Kiss (Like They Do In France)

Written by Scott Wainwright

Get low like a submarine

It seams like a sewing machine

Get the stool beneath that foot

And let that music do its stuff

(chorus)

Long is the night

Short is the dance

If you're lucky tonight, you might

Kiss like they do in France

Put on your dancing shoes

Give clues to the moves that you choose

Get the jacket off your back

Loose that tie, lose that hat

(chorus)

Long is the night

Short is the dance

If you're lucky tonight, you might

Kiss like they do in France

(birdge)

Grab the girl that you love

Love the girl that you grab

Slow down just enough

There is love to be had

(chorus)

Long is the night

Short is the dance

If you're lucky tonight, you might

Kiss like they do in France

From the album 'Every Man Has His Critics'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/track/kiss-like-they-do-in-france

Down The Line

 

Down The Line

Written by Scott Wainwright

If you're not moving

Then you're losing time

Come back now

From down the line

From down the line

If you're not losing

Then you're gaining time

Come back now

From down the line

From down the line

To keep from losing

Keep winning in mind

Come back now

From down the line

From down the line

To keep on moving

You got to make up your mind

Come back now

From down the line

From down the line

From the albums 'Every Man Has His Critics'/ 'Strangers Here'/

'Playing Out Before Bedtime'/ 'Straight Forward Getting There'

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/strangers-here-2

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

Deal Me Another Hand

 

Deal Me Another Hand

Written by Scott Wainwright

There's cooking in the kitchen

And banging in the yard

I noticed something missing

In the hand that deals the card

But there's rain in the sky

And wind in the window

I move the sun from my eyes

And tip the dirt from the barrow

There's shouting in the next room

Take a brolly for the rain

The wind blows, the washing moves

And sleeping dogs lay

So there's more work tomorrow

And a fraying shoelace

You'd like sleep to follow

But the dogs in your place

(chorus)

Deal me another hand

Elizabeth pleads

There's sense in stupidity

Dirt still in the barrow

You think your cupidity

Lacks bows and arrows

Well there's bread in the bread bin

And books on the shelf

But the hunger within

Is to be some place else

There's rage at the roadside

And a soul less a king

The Sun's back in your eyes

And you didn't say a thing

You're a prophet by prevention

You're working late

And the dogs got your pension

Thanks to the state

(chorus)

Deal me another hand

Elizabeth pleads

(coda)

I don't know which way I'll turn

But I know I'll let these wheels burn

I'm talking to you

From the album 'Every Man Has His Critics'

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