Mongrels

by Fraser Ross

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1.
Wai 03:03
Come fly with me in the sky Come fall with me on the field We’ll dance, and dream and go outside and get drunk Like lovers, with our friends In our little stream Come play with me on the hill Come dance with me on the rocks We’ll dance, and dream and go outside and get drunk Like lovers, with our friends In our little stream Come hide with me in a bush Come fly with me into the sky We’ll dance, and dream and go outside and get drunk Like lovers, with our friends In our little stream
2.
Golden Bay 05:51
We were scrying in the water like a lion in a laughtering line, Feel them emanating like a pile of seashells in your mind. It’s four in the morning and the wheels are starting to waltz, We’ll be underneath the window looking at all the ways we can go and get off. The depth of the elephant forever go take me away, And it’ll wait for me here on the way to the edge of a waterfall Windswept in We. Yeah, we are the lines of mystery O so golden, and so honest just like a morning wave Rolling slowly onto a beach somewhere in the Golden Bay. You were doing something new that new you knew you were doing That flew you to noon just as the fires be chewing On the musk of a caribou sent from afar On a mission to bring back all of our world to its heart. The T.V. devastate us a beautiful spiel of wah, It was getting complicated, but we’re listening deep on down in our hearts. As the good red road hold us out in the stars O it’s a world in the stars, O we are… We were drawn to the window on a pen at the end of a line Just laughing in the shadows with our brothers and sisters, O yea we’re kind. We know there’s more to the morning than the science of turning It’s just coming from the cold, to the warm face of the wild that we’re learning. We’re walking in the city with nowhere we gotta go, Just walking around in our home. Until we get to the town-belt And the football of fire, free in the world, to appreciate… And the middle of the road is no place for a rest It’s just a good place to be if you are a guest On the blue crystal ball shining in a way That sweeps out the shade for the rest of the universe. It is all independent like a child beaming on a swing Watch him go get happy as you go and notice him. He’s filling up fast with the goodness of Home See his eyes shine wide, see them glow  
3.
Mongrels 04:16
Life is a game and if you wanna win all you gotta do is have as much fun as you can Give your shoulders to the sad, give your tails to the man. Sky is our father, earth is our mother and all of us brothers and sisters are a little bit of it all, We're all mongrels baby, a big old motley bag Yeah, we are all mongrels baby! This summer we've been chasing the sticks and having a good time Giving the wind a big old, sloppy old lick, running round, giving a kiss to the ground. Some people like to believe that a bank just wants to give you the best deal on your bone I don't know? Some people know about the stars Some people know about their lives Some people know about their bones Yeah, we are all mongrels baby! Life is a game and if you wanna win all you gotta do is have as much fun as you can Give your shoulders to the sad, give your tails to the man. Sky is our father, earth is our mother and all of us brothers and sisters are a little bit of it all We're a little old motley crowd, a little old motley crowd Yeah, we are all mongrels baby!
4.
Hitchhiker 02:41
What a day for a hitchhike baby, will you come pick me up from the road? Take me anywhere you might go. I’m heading up the coast My thumb swing over the sky just like Tarzan’s alibi These are just stories writ to believe in the Great Old Mystery What a day for a hitchhike baby, will ya come pick me up from the road? Take me anywhere you might go. I’m heading up the coast I know what the newspaper say; you gotta watch out these days But if your heart got made to be true then let it go sing for you What a day for a hitchhike baby, will ya come pick me up from the road? Take me anywhere you might go. I’m heading up the coast
5.
Maybe it was summer that stalled on the pillow of my cask of wine But it wasn’t going to prison I didn’t like, it was getting out. Because in a prisoners cell there is a strong medicine That you take when you do get played And you drink it down to the bottom of a well So at least you don’t feel framed There’s only two ways you can turn to an angel that stands at you side And either way I’m going one way, and that is back inside Because this old train has gone still on the tracks And I don’t have any more coal to steam. But I will walk on to the end of the line So at least I don’t get framed You can’t be somebody when you just might be somebody else And if you see somebody, and they tell you that I am gone, I’m just moving on Maybe if we were the only two people left on the earth I would know there was nowhere left to run, and nowhere to search But as it goes, my compass is aglow like a bright star, or a web of roads To be honest I don’t really know, but sometimes you just got to let go You can’t be somebody when you just might be somebody else I don’t mind hanging, but don’t hang me against the wall
6.
I Got 07:00
I got a fancy house, and I got a fancy wife But she don’t listen to me when i’m down Yeah i call her up but it’s me upside down And I wish I was It got hard to hold my pen, writing letters that i could not send. Now my pen, it just don’t seem to write I got ideas, but they’re locked up inside And I wish I was But I have these memories of a golden age when I was still at my reigns But not tied to my hay-filled cart. Yeah, I used to see fields in my eyes, and want to run far Now I want to go home... I got a modern horse, and i got a lake-side yacht I got a bach in the golden bay, yeah, I got a bach up Takaka way But I did not get that I was a slave until I went to go but I had to stay And said; ‘No I won’t’ Aowl!
7.
The checker-board of wisdom for the ball in fancy dress The fairy-tale spins but they only caught the dress They heard that the driveway has new markers, and the hoods were out last night But there ain’t too many ribbons for the ride Just a bingo-hall of numbers on the living-room floor Where all the draughts came in cos a foot is stuck in the door Must be that paper that came spinning from the paper-mans hand Chasing birds: counting themselves into sand It’s getting old House prices are rising, and the banks are at the door Either you’ve not been paying or they hope you want some more I hope they put it in the paper with a slant but not the gist Cos if it’s actually important you gotta do the twist Like the periscope of captions that spy a trawler full of fish Missing half the dolphins, yeah, but they caught the rest They heard that the roads have turned to cobwebs and the glass-houses to ice Cos when you’re real far away it’s really hard to realise It’s not a pie, it’s just a slice It’s getting old rag, rag, rag, still the paper come There’s a young African man laying slumped in a crimson palm With teeth-marks in his neck, and a drip hung from his arm He must have walked the wrong way in Bretton woods yesterday O O O and the headline say: He was a terrorist that would not change Cos to the writer: it was just a task in the wage For the editor: a little file for the world page, And for the shareholders: a little return on their change But to his daughter: he was the father that did not stay To his mother: he was the baby that she raised To his wife: he was the lover for whom she prayed To his prayers: he was a soul, a good soul to be saved To his soul: he was a wind in the change But to the wind: he was a newspaper in the rain Going grey, Getting old It’s getting old Not getting old It’s getting old
8.
there’s not a lot of money when you’re young working in the kitchen jobs on the hill you gotta serve ‘em good, you gotta serve ‘em good the mountain ranges grow on your fingers full of soap you gotta get them plates clean you gotta get them plate clean out the back in the lanes there’s that saying that goes ‘i’m gonna curl up and die, i’m gonna curl up and die’ but when tables all get put away and we go back into the night and into the day you will still be young and you will be owed
9.
Sleep in your little kahurangis We’ll find you a choir to help you to sleep Like all of the wild grass sways Us in our jester, dancing for our queen Falling on the floor, looking for a smile Until all of the wild grass sway Until safe in a dream, deep in a wave The wind on your face from far, far away Where all of the wild grass sway Yeah, all of the wild grass sway Yeah, all of the wild grass sway
10.
Ruru 05:55
We were born long ago, long before, evenings ode Riding on the starlight, lost in the moonlight, and heed of the wild To be free as the pollen blow from the seed of Eden’s snow We will hold our long goodbye in the poetry of the sky And i will sing for you my darling, dear Ruru, of the sky So you may come one day home to me along the long and gusty sea And I will cry sweet tears of joy So go my dear and darling one, to the call that cries in the dark And i will be there, and I will dream of you, on the mountain, In the tree who you can come home to Baby, come before the morning moan from the gate of Great Unknown Come by this way through the great hall of stars To the mountain, where there is a sound for you my love Just a sound, hollering, so it is so hello, hello Ruru, Ruru
11.
L e a d M e O u t T o n i g h t The news said; ‘The boy don’t have a home,’ in the long way Too free even to speak a word of change Come lead me out tonight, I see your light And if I am called then I am run for you Love The golden brick road grave has new flowers And the garden has overgrown the bee in the bower Come lead me out tonight, I need to see a mountain burn And I am free to say Love There is so much to see and it’s all so far So I’m going to follow the lights to far off land Come lead me out tonight, my hands are black And I think my house has been on fire for days Love There she come in the morning light in a hail of doves With all her brown skin bright with love To come lead me off the night, back down the wild And winding road that cuts the coast and say...
12.
The Sea 11:07
The Sea See it all just roll away, And I will hold on to the wind today I can sail the whole world away, and hold all your breath I’m gonna miss you all Though the tide is long The ocean I’m on is mine My sails are all for you I can sail the whole world away, And give it all to the end of the day The waves are gold with all your tears And my heart is full with all your prayers Though the tide is long The ocean I’m on is mine My sails are all for you A little dove run above my sail It know the way home, I am Heaven’s child My sails are full, and my keel is calm I never forget all the times we had Though the tide is long The ocean I’m on is mine My sails are all for you So from the land of the long white cloud I will never forget all the times we had High in the night, tall in the deepest sky You may see my wake run across the night Though the sky it is long The ocean I’m on is mine My sails are all for you Though the tide is long The ocean I’m on is mine My sails are all for you

credits

released January 7, 2015

All songs by Fraser Ross

Arranged by: Gavin McGinty & Fraser Ross
Recorded, MIxed & Produced at Tpot Studio, Scotland by Robin Wynn Evans.
Mix Assistants: Gavin McGinty & Fraser Ross

Musicians.

Gavin McGinty
BV’s: II, III, IV, VI, VIII, XII
Harmonica: VI, VIII, X
Drums & Spoons: IV
Harmonium: XI, XII
Mandolin: II, III
Guitar: XII
Piano: XI
Bass: II
Trumpet: IV

Robbie Ward
BV’s: II, III, IV, VIII, XII
Banjo: III, IV, VIII
Bass: VIII
Fiddle: XII

Tim Key
BV's: III
Drums: VIII

Fraser Ross
Guitar & Vocals: All
BV’s: II, III, IV, VIII, XII
Harmonica: II, XI
Percussion: VIII, XII

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