Life On The Trapeze
by Neil Porter
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Baume les Dames
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Big Car - No Shoes
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Life On The Trapeze
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Out Here And Stranded
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Red Café
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Renegade Skin
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Safe Hands
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Til The Tide Comes In
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Time On My Hands
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Under The Southern Cross
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Wrong Way Home
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about
This is a collection of songs recorded between June 2010 and December 2012. It covers a range of genres, including what could generally be described as: acoustic rock, jazz/blues, rock, latin, country rock, and "old style" RnB.
Like my previous albums "jiguma dreaming" and "Signs of Life", this is mainly a solo effort, but includes talented musical friends from the US and Norway. I have also been lucky to get Pete and Ken from PBGB and Jem from Melbourne band "Innerspace", all on "Big Car - No Shoes" - and my wife Jan on backing vocals.
It's more "up" than my previous 2 albums, due mainly to the fact that I've been playing a lot with PBGB - and "up" is what PBGB does best :)
The songs are purposely in alphabetical order - just worked out that way.
Like my previous albums "jiguma dreaming" and "Signs of Life", this is mainly a solo effort, but includes talented musical friends from the US and Norway. I have also been lucky to get Pete and Ken from PBGB and Jem from Melbourne band "Innerspace", all on "Big Car - No Shoes" - and my wife Jan on backing vocals.
It's more "up" than my previous 2 albums, due mainly to the fact that I've been playing a lot with PBGB - and "up" is what PBGB does best :)
The songs are purposely in alphabetical order - just worked out that way.
credits
released 12 December 2012
Anne Cozean (USA) - Backing vocals on "Safe Hands"
Chris Flynn (USA) - Bass on "Safe Hands"
Fran Dagostino (USA) - Lead guitar on "Wrong Way Home"
Jan Porter (Australia) - Backing vocals on "Under The Southern Cross"
Jem Savage (Australia) - Soprano sax and Fender Rhodes on "Big Car - No Shoes"
John Libby (USA) - Keyboards on "Cat Faced Girl", "You Got Me Spinning", "Under The Southern Cross" and "Safe Hands"
Ken Vatcher (Australia) - Percussion on "Big Car - No Shoes"
Marty Ross Vining (USA) - Backing vocals on "Safe Hands"
Mike Watkins (USA) - Drums on "Cat Faced Girl" and "Safe Hands"
Neil Porter (Australia) - Vocals, guitars, basses, drums, percussion, keyboards, production
Peter Reid (Australia) - Drums on "Big Car - No Shoes"
Thor Oliversen (Norway) - Lead guitar on "Safe Hands"
Anne Cozean (USA) - Backing vocals on "Safe Hands"
Chris Flynn (USA) - Bass on "Safe Hands"
Fran Dagostino (USA) - Lead guitar on "Wrong Way Home"
Jan Porter (Australia) - Backing vocals on "Under The Southern Cross"
Jem Savage (Australia) - Soprano sax and Fender Rhodes on "Big Car - No Shoes"
John Libby (USA) - Keyboards on "Cat Faced Girl", "You Got Me Spinning", "Under The Southern Cross" and "Safe Hands"
Ken Vatcher (Australia) - Percussion on "Big Car - No Shoes"
Marty Ross Vining (USA) - Backing vocals on "Safe Hands"
Mike Watkins (USA) - Drums on "Cat Faced Girl" and "Safe Hands"
Neil Porter (Australia) - Vocals, guitars, basses, drums, percussion, keyboards, production
Peter Reid (Australia) - Drums on "Big Car - No Shoes"
Thor Oliversen (Norway) - Lead guitar on "Safe Hands"
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Singer songwriter from Pambula Beach in Australia. LOTS more music at www.macjams.com/artist/jiguma
discography
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Dec 2012 -
Apr 2010 -
Jul 2007
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- Track Name: Baume les Dames
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Baume les Dames
©2012 Neil Porter
Home was round the second bend
I was high up on a hill
There I was on the other side
Felt at home on the other side
Looking down on Baume les Dames
I was thinking of Odille
Felt at home on the other side
Leave me there on the other side
Run deep,
Run run river run
You don’t sleep
Run river run
Wrapped around the ancient town
Running by the mill
Leave me there on the other side
You and me on the other side
Run deep,
Run river run
You don’t sleep
Run river run
Treading soft on holy ground
I had time to kill
You and me on the other side
Take me back to the other side
You met us as the best of friends
And I'm thinking of you still
Take me back to the other side
There I was on the other side
Run deep,
Run river run
I can’t sleep
Run river run
Run river run - Track Name: Big Car - No Shoes
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Big Car – No Shoes
©2012 Neil Porter
Big hat – no cattle
Big sky – but no rain
Nice horse – no saddle
Got a ticket – no plane
Nice wedding – wrong person
Cool Gibson – no blues
Best schools – no learning
Big car – no shoes
Bad war – losing battle
Big smile – you’re in pain
Big bucks – big hassle
Nice tune – but no fame
Nice wedding – wrong person
Cool Gibson – no blues
Best schools – no learning
Big car – no shoes
Big car – no shoes
Big car – no shoes
Good minders – bad manners
Fast rail – slow train
Low bar – flame fanners
Big head – no brain
Nice wedding – wrong person
Cool Gibson – no blues
Best schools – no learning
Big car – no shoes
Big car – no shoes
Big car – no shoes - Track Name: Life On The Trapeze
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Life On The Trapeze
©2011 Neil Porter
I don’t do no competition
And I don’t do “how you bin?”
But I’m watching as you tally up my score
Well I feel like some outrider
Like some satellite provider
It’s gonna take a resurrection
To get me off the floor
Off the floor
Off the floor
Off the floor
Off the floor
I got strange face in the mirror
I got honey in my comb
I don’t think I’ll get to heaven
I don’t want to die alone
Well you know that sleep’s for dreamers
And you know how dreams are real
You say I have to sing with feeling
But I don’t know what to feel
What to feel
What to feel
What to feel
What to feel
Chaos never bothered me
And I never bothered him
When I get him in my headlights
I lock him in
You can take away my meaning
You can nail me to the floor
I’m wary of enthusiasm
But I cross the street for love
Street for love
Street for love
Street for love
Street for love
As I get myself together
As I warm up to the cure
I feel like some imposter
That’s for sure
I have no recollection
Of my life on the trapeze
You’re gonna need a rhythm section
If you want to shake my tree
Shake my tree
Shake my tree
Shake my tree
Shake my tree - Track Name: Man Overboard (for all the wrong reasons)
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Man Overboard (for all the Wrong Reasons)
©2010 Neil Porter
I’ve got a bottle of wine and a rocking chair
I’ve got nowhere I’m going and no way to get there
Lazy rockin’ chair
Pass that bottle of wine
I’m not spending my life on a carousel
Going round and round that don’t make you feel well
Life’s a carousel
Pass that bottle of wine
Life’s a carousel
Pass that bottle of wine
I’m no man of action
Ain’t no man of the people
Not some Action Jackson
Not some axis of evil
Maybe a man of the times
Man for all seasons
A man overboard
For all the wrong reasons
I’m a man overboard
For all the wrong reasons
I’ve spent too much time round a wishing well
I got no more coins and nothing to sell
No more wishing well
Pass that bottle of wine
I’ve got two strong arms and a head full of hair
Still got most of my wits and I don’t really care
Two strong arms
Pass that bottle of wine
Yeah two fairly strong arms baby
Pass that bottle of wine
I’m no man of action
Ain’t no man of the people
Not some Action Jackson
Not some axis of evil
Maybe a man of the times
Man for all seasons
A man overboard
For all the wrong reasons
I’m a man overboard
For all the wrong reasons
I’m no man of action
Ain’t no man of the people
Not some Action Jackson
Not some axis of evil
Maybe a man of the times
Man for all seasons
A man overboard
For all the wrong reasons
I’m a man overboard
For all the wrong reasons - Track Name: Out Here And Stranded
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Out Here And Stranded
©2012 Neil Porter
It came out of nothing
Wasn’t something you said
No kind of a warning
There’s no voice in my head
I’m out here and stranded
It’s a quandary I’m in
Feeling disbanded
Tied up and branded
I’ve got no illusions
Got no axe to grind
I’m full of confusion
Of the worrying kind
Fishing for compliments
Never know where to look
Got a line in the water
But no bait on the hook
I’m out here and stranded
It’s a quandary I’m in
Feeling disbanded
Tied up and branded
I’ve got no illusions
Got no axe to grind
I’m full of confusion
Of the worrying kind
Need to change the equation
Need to pick at the lock
Too much time on my hands
While I run down the clock
I’m out here and stranded
It’s a quandary I’m in
Feeling disbanded
Tied up and branded
I’ve got no illusions
Got no axe to grind
I’m full of confusion
Of the worrying kind - Track Name: Red Café
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In The Red Café
©2011 Neil Porter
Sitting in the Red Café
Had a big bad night and I’m miles away
I shouldn’t need that much to say
In the Red Café
You come in with the morning sun
The sunny mood’s just been undone
You come in with your blinkers on
In the Red Café
You make me feel real nervous
Scaring me to kingdom come
You got me damn near falling
Right off the edge of my seat
Watching my back, watching my front
Looking out for everything at once
Sometimes you get right in my face
This ain’t the place
To talk about your gods or your guns
I’ve read you in the Weekly News
I’ve read your crazy point of view
No evidence to make it true
In the Red Café
You ask me if the seat is free
You sit yourself right next to me
You say “my god can set you free”
In the Red Café
You make me feel real nervous
Scaring me to kingdom come
You got me damn near falling
Right off the edge of my seat
Watching my back, watching my front
Looking out for everything at once
Sometimes you get right in my face
This ain’t the place
To talk about your gods or your guns
The science is absolutely clear
Why is the truth so hard to hear?
There’s proof and knowledge everywhere
In the Red Café
You base your whole philosophy
On some doubtful ancient history
Your myths don’t make much sense to me
In the Red Café - Track Name: Renegade Skin
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Renegade Skin
©2010 Neil Porter
You started from the bottom
Your winter clothes were paper-thin
Your mama couldn’t keep you
You grew a renegade skin
Singing on the corner
Drifting with the wind
You found a new daddy
You grew a renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin
New daddy got things started
You went from win to win
One thing never left though
You grew a renegade skin
You were the toast of Paris
The good reviews were in
You lost him in the Azores
You grew a renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin
One last night at the Olympia
Desperately thin
No-one left to save you
You grew a renegade skin
At your grave in Pere Lachaise
Two waifs cried tears like rain
Way too young to have known you
In your renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin - Track Name: Safe Hands
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Safe Hands
©2011 Neil Porter
What’s up?
Cat got your tongue?
Sooner or later we all make mistakes
Stand up
See what you’ve done
You get it wrong
Just don’t do it again
Just reassure me
I just want to know
Please reassure me
I’m in a pair of safe hands
Watch out
Look at my face
Nothing you’ve done’s gonna make me lose faith
Look out
Stay with the pack
Unless you stumble you’ll never look back
Just reassure me
I just want to know
Please reassure me
I’m in a pair of safe hands
Warm heart so you can feel where I’m coming from
Warm heart, warm heart
A cool head so you know when I get it wrong
Cool head, warm heart
Clear eyes so you can see what you need to see
Clear eyes, warm heart
Safe hands, safe hands
I need to know
You’ve got a pair of safe hands
Don’t need that kind of behaviour
Just need some kind of a plan
Don’t want some kind of a saviour
Just want a pair of safe hands
Just reassure me
I just want to know
Please reassure me
I’m in a pair of safe hands
Warm heart so you can feel where I’m coming from
Warm heart, warm heart
A cool head so you know when I get it wrong
Cool head, warm heart
Clear eyes so you can see what you need to see
Clear eyes, warm heart
Safe hands, safe hands
I need to know
You’ve got a pair of safe hands
Warm heart, warm heart
Cool head, warm heart
Clear eyes, warm heart
Safe hands, safe hands
I need to know
You’ve got a pair of safe hands - Track Name: Til The Tide Comes In
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Til The Tide Comes In
©2011 Neil Porter
Get a sniff of summer on a northern wind
You get a taste of heaven and your day begins
You take it all in your stride
You think you’re taking it in
Why do you feel like a man on an island as the tide comes in?
You feel a need for slumber on a feather bed
Somebody calls your number, why can’t they call your name instead?
Just take a look outside
You’re not taking it in
Why do you feel like a man on an island as the tide comes in?
You’re stuck on an island as the tide comes in
You’re getting wet feet as the tide comes in
You’re gonna be swimming when the tide comes in
The big fish circle as the tide comes in
You got soft white sand underneath your feet
Lots of palm tree shade in the summer heat
You’ve got nowhere to hide
Going in for a swim
Why do you feel like a man on an island as the tide comes in?
Got a perfect life on a crescent beach
So many perfect days – they’re just out of reach
But there’s a rising tide
It keeps rolling in
Why do you feel like a man on an island as the tide comes in? - Track Name: Time On My Hands
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Time On My Hands
©2012 Neil Porter
I got time on my hands
My place in the sun
So much to do but it never gets done
I made some mistakes
And they play on my heart
So much to do but I don’t seem to start
I just have to have some clear direction
When there’s no reason I’m all at sea
Sometimes I get it right
Give in without a fight
Maybe I’ll give it all away
Doing my best with your obsessions
Sometimes they’re pushing me away
Sometimes I get it right
Give in without a fight
Maybe I’ll give it all away
I lived a life of inhibition
Taking no chances – that’s not me
Sometimes I get it right
Give in without a fight
Maybe I’ll give it all away
So you can see the contradiction
Nose on your face as plain as day
Sometimes I get it right
Give in without a fight
Maybe I’ll give it all away
Maybe I’ll give it all away - Track Name: Under The Southern Cross
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Under The Southern Cross
©2011 Neil Porter
Dark night
Under the Southern Cross
Hold tight
Hold tight
Star bright
Look at the things we lost
Do right
Do right
Dark night
Under the Southern Cross
Hold tight
Hold tight
Hold tight
Big rain
Out of the southern sky
Big fright
Big fright
Hard pain
After the longest dry
Not right
Not right
Dark night
Under the Southern Cross
Hold tight
Hold tight
Hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
Don’t know
How much it’s going to cost
Hold tight
Hold tight
Can’t say
How many lives are lost
Hold tight
Hold tight
Dark night
Under the Southern Cross
Hold tight
Hold tight
Hold tight - Track Name: Wrong Way Home
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The Wrong Way Home
©2010 Neil Porter
Kissed your wife and kids this morning
Headed down the track
You love them but you leave them
You just don’t come back
You take a different turn this time
Don’t know why
Just take the wrong way home
Office running smoothly
Nothing out of whack
Nothing out of order
You just don’t come back
You take a different turn this time
Don’t know why
Just take the wrong way home
Just walk out, nobody’s looking
Out the door into the street
Get on any bus
And take a seat
Might end up in a lane somewhere
Working on some scheme
Might take that desert island
Some medicated dream
Take the long way home
No-one’s going to miss you
You’re no leader of the pack
Disappear without a suitcase
You just don’t come back
You take a different turn this time
Don’t know why
Just take the wrong way home
Three score and ten go missing every day
Taking the wrong track
You love them but you leave them
You just don’t come back
You take a different turn this time
Don’t know why
Just take the wrong way home
Just walk out, nobody’s looking
Out the door into the street
Get on any bus
And take a seat
Might end up in a lane somewhere
Working on some scheme
Might make that desert island
Some medicated dream
Take the wrong way home
