Songs for Joss

Songs for Joss

 Melbourne, Victoria, AUS
BandCountryRock

These songs were written for the woman who finally became my wife. One per year, every Valentine's Day, since 1981.
Whether she wants it or not.

Biography

I don't really know anything about popular music. Kind musicians have recorded my rough efforts. I don't know the names of many chords and have to draw diagrams.

Lyrics

Slow Drinking

Written By: Colin Rock

SLOW DRINKING

I just need slow music
Let it drift on by
I don’t want the traffic noise
or to hear the children cry

A working man needs something
A quiet place to stay
A working man needs solitude
He needs a time to pray

This is my slow drinking time of day

Drown all my troubles
Wash them all away
Drink slow and easy
Let the music play

This is my slow drinking time of day

A man can't run on empty
It's a struggle to survive
He needs his own slow music
Just to keep his dreams alive

But sometimes I'm so tired
Much more than I can say
Forget about tomorrow
Cos tomorrow's far away

This is my slow drinking time of day

Drown all my troubles
Wash them all away
Drink slow and easy
Let the music play

This is my slow drinking time of day
This is my slow drinking time of day
This is my slow drinking time of day

Dry your sad crying eyes

Written By: Colin Rock

DRY YOUR SAD CRYING EYES

Dry your sad crying eyes
soon everything will be right
try your sad crying eyes
because Daddy is coming tonight

He’ll say that you don’t have to cry
he’ll hold you and ask you what’s wrong
he’ll sing you a rough lullaby
your daddy’s arms are so strong

Because when he comes home
when Daddy comes home
he’ll be smiling
when he comes home
when Daddy comes home
he’ll be smiling
he’ll smile just for you

Those days when your teacher was cruel
or the other kids never played fair
then the boy that you loved he left school
nobody else seemed to care

When the night was so lonely and dark
and your heart nearly burst with the pain
and you wondered if you could survive
you would never be happy again

Because when he comes home
when Daddy comes home
he’ll be smiling
when he comes home
when Daddy comes home
he’ll be smiling
he’ll smile just for you

When you married the man of your dreams
and your daddy he gave you away
then goodbye to all childhood times
the evening of your daddy’s day

Now Daddy is growing so old
but he watches and waits for the day
when you need him to comfort and hold
a daddy’s love won’t go away

And when you come home
when his baby comes home
he’ll be smiling
and when you come home
when his baby comes home
he’ll be smiling
he’ll smile just for you

Phantom Warriors

Written By: Colin Rock

Phantom warriors
surround me
they’ve got the weapons, knives
and they’re gonna
they’re gonna hurt me
they want to put me in my grave
I must be brave

I wish I was a warrior
I wish I could fight
I wish I could overthrow
the terror of the night
I wish I was your lover
I wish I could be
wish I could discover what you’re
looking for in me

If I was a sailor
I could sail across the sea
to find a new world where
a new world ought to be
to find a land of treasure
to find a place of peace
If I was your lover
I could find my true release

I wish I was a poet
I wish I could paint
I wish I was a hero
I wish I was a saint
I wish I was your lover
I wish I could be
wish I could discover what you’re
looking for in me

Phantom warriors
surround me
they’ve got the weapons, knives
and they’re gonna
they’re gonna hurt me
they want to put me in my grave
yes, I must be brave

I wish I was a warrior
I wish I could fight
I wish I could break away
and burst into the light
I wish I was your lover
I wish I could be
wish I could discover
me

Smoking

Written By: Colin Rock

Well twenty years is plenty years of constant inhalation
puffing like an old steam train chugging into the station
I remember a time way back at my first kindergarten
I was young and innocent but it was barely starting

Smoking, choking, croaking every morning
itching, twitching when the pack was yawning
man’s best friend was never his favourite pet
man’s best friend is his constant cigarette

Yes 20 years is plenty years of constant inhalation
the time has come to reckon up my full deterioration
I can never forget the taste of that first cigarette
it took my breath away and I ain’t got it back yet

Smoking, choking, croaking every morning
itching, twitching when the pack was yawning
I’m a running into a deeper oxygen debt
this must be my final cigarette

And I will be free! I will be free!
I will be free! From smoking,
choking croaking every morning
itching, twitching when the pack was yawning
I don’t need a burning safety net
this has been my final cigarette!

And yes I’m free!
Yes I’m free!
Yes I’m free!

And yet I can’t help but grieve like an old friend has died
and I can’t help this emptiness inside

The boy most likely to succeed

Written By: Colin Rock

You can see me in the yearbook
In the centre of the page
I'm grinning like a winner
I'm the hero on the stage
I was so much younger then
Summer was much longer then
And nothing was impossible, impossible for me

I promised to be faithful
I'd be always true to you
Together we'd be winners
And we'd share our whole lives through
I wouldn't be like other men
But I was so much younger then
And nothing was impossible, impossible for me

But the shape of things is different now
The ship of hope has up and sailed
The boy most likely to succeed has failed

You can't exist on promises
You can't exist on dreams
When the kids are crying hungry
And the money's running thin
You can't stand up to misery
Without a drink, or maybe three
I couldn't face the memory of what it should have been

But the shape of things is different now
The ship of hope has up and sailed
The boy most likely to succeed has failed

Well I never thought you'd go away
I should have held you close to me
I slowly turn the pages
In the yearbook of my heart
I thought that you would understand
The boy inside the lonely man
When nothing was impossible, impossible for me

But the shape of things is different now
The ship of hope has up and sailed
The boy most likely to succeed as failed