Not The One – Behind The Scenes

Behind the scenes of filming the music video ‘Not The One’ – This shoot had it all: extreme weather, getting stuck in the sand, sunstroke, booty shaking and shopping trolleys!

Watch the behind the scenes video where we describe filming of this video and show some of the funniest scenes, including some awesome booty shaking!

Not the One is a song about breaking up, about letting go of someone you love, that you have realized is not right for you.

You still love them, so it’s painful to leave, but you know it’s the right thing to do.

The Music video was written and directed by Jaye, and is an artistic way of expressing how the couple keep trying to get out of the rut, and trying to move forward, but they never actually go anywhere, just cover the same old ground again and again, until someone finally decides to walk away.

On the day of filming we were up at 3am and filming started really early, but nevertheless the wind came up SO early and sand was flying everywhere, props were flying everywhere, and I didn’t even realize how badly I was being sunburned because the wind made me feel like nothing was happening.

Most of the shots that Jaye had planned out were not possible because of the howling wind and sand, you literally could not even keep your eyes properly open because sand would come flying in.

Our friends Omar and Sharlene played the leads in this story, and while neither of them had acted in a video before, they were both amazing and so great to work with, even with all the challenges we faced, they were such good sports.

The dance scenes are my favorites!

We got our car stuck in the sand almost immediately, and since I was ‘production assistant’ on the day, I had to run in and out of the sandpit every five minutes, fetching new props and then the wind would send them flying and I would go for a sprint.

Jaye had to film the entire video on his go pro camera, with sweater wound around his head, so we couldn’t get the close up shots we had hoped for, but it still came together just fine.

Total Control – Acoustic Sessions

Total Control is a song about how futile it is to chase power just so that you can feel in control. You may achieve temporary power over others but ultimately all you’ll have is an empty life.

Total Control is what you’ve got
but you’ve got nothing at all
I’ve seen into 
This lonely life
That you’ve got going for you…

Society often suggests that success and power will lead to happiness, but it usually leads to people having too much power over others and abusing them.

From the beginning with this song I’ve felt it sounds a bit like a hymn. Especially the parts from ‘these hands, these hands they are not tied…’ and then ‘in these rules, these rules you will not find….’

Gospel influences are not so new to me, and I do love that kind of music as well. I first started singing publicly in a gospel group called ‘Manifesto’ when I was 13. We sang the most awesomely beautiful songs, with multi-part harmonies.

I learned to sing as a child from singing with my mother in harmony – songs like ‘Silent Night’ and ‘Oh Holy Night’.

So I hope you enjoy the song!

Our Minimalist Wedding

When Jaye and I got married in 2007 we had a minimalist wedding. At the time we weren’t really aware of the ideas of the minimalist movement, it just seemed to make sense for us to do it that way.

At first, to get everyone off our backs, we said that we just wanted to have a very simple wedding, and that we would do it all ‘properly’ at a later stage, sometime when we could more easily afford to do so.

I had just finished studying (in fact my graduation took place the day after we got married, it was quite a big couple of days) and we were about to leave the country to go and teach English in Taiwan, so it didn’t seem like the right time to have a big expensive wedding.

Nevertheless I still felt a bit of a weight of expectation on me, as if having a wedding for all our friends and family would be something expected of me, at some point at least, so I put everyone off by saying that I would surely do it ‘in a year or two’. This minimalist wedding was just ‘for now’.

With everyone thus mollified, my brother who was in the UK at the time with no cash to spare for plane tickets home, was told that he really didn’t need to worry about trying to come, and we booked the date.

At 9am on a freezing June morning we arrived at the Home Affairs office in Paarl outside Cape Town to get married.

Only our immediate family members and partners were in attendance and absolutely no planning had taken place, by anyone.

My mother and sisters had traveled up to Cape Town for the occasion and the night before we had had a ‘hen’s night’ and a ‘bachelor party’ of sorts, as in, I went out to dinner with all the women of the family and Jaye went out to dinner with all the men.

I was wearing my wedding dress of choice, a black mini dress worn with platform heels and a huge white coat. Jaye was wearing jeans and a jacket, his hair gelled up and his sideburns curving down to his chin.

As we arrived at the wedding office, my sisters rushed in and thrust a bouquet of flowers into my hands.

We then went into the room for our 9:30am wedding ceremony.

We all giggled as we saw the large L O V E sign on the wall. As we waited to start we all joked around and laughed and our personal paparazzi took photos (everyone had a camera, and everyone took lots of happy snaps).

As we began, the man marrying us instructed us to look at each other and not at him as we said our vows.

Here we are taking instructions and saying our vows.

 

We giggled all through especially since the man kept calling Jaye ‘Mr Lentil’ instead of Mr Lentin.

Much hilarity ensued too when I couldn’t get the ring over Jaye’s rather large knuckle.

When the man asked us to say our personal vows to add to the standard ones we looked at each other in wide eyed shock. We hadn’t prepared anything and thought we were just doing standard vows! Jaye rose to the occasion brilliantly with an impromptu speech but all I managed was an ‘I love you too!’ My sisters giggled away in the background.

Minimalist Wedding Rings

Our rings were stainless steel. We had them engraved a few days before saying:’ Nicky and Jaye forever 14 June 2007 (my first name is actually Nicky.  Alison – my second name – is more my ‘stage’ name).

The decision to go for stainless steel rings was made because we went to a jeweler and had a look at the white gold and platinum variety (I’ve never been a fan of yellow gold) and I was struck by the fact that they looked exactly the same as the stainless steel variety, I mean what is the difference, really. Yet they cost the frikken earth.

I have never been a jewelry person, I mean I LOVE costume jewelry, but I’ve never been even vaguely attracted to expensive jewelry. So since it was never my thing I really didn’t see a good reason to change just because I was getting married.

Jaye has never been much of a one for expensive jewelry either, so he was happy with the choice.

We signed the wedding register and got fingerprinted and it was all official, we were married!

So, it was now 10am and we were married. Now what?

Minimalist Wedding Reception

We decided to find somewhere to have lunch.

One small problem: we hadn’t booked anywhere and didn’t know the area well at all.

‘No worries, we’ll surely find somewhere’ we said, and set off in convoy stopping at the first place we saw.

This place just happened to have a beautiful private room with a huge fireplace with fire already burning brightly in the corner, and a lovely garden outside for photographs. The menu also had loads of delicious vegan options and the service was superb.

We did impromptu speeches and toasts and had a brilliant time.

We then stepped out into the gardens for some photographs. My sister’s partner who is a photographer took the photos, and when we asked him to get in one of the pictures, he set the camera on a timer and threw himself into the careful arrangement of people, causing it all to come tumbling down.

Minimalist Wedding Car

I noticed my sisters and their partners disappearing at odd times during the meal, but they weren’t gone for long and I didn’t think anything of it.

As we walked down the stairs of the restaurant, everyone blew bubbles at us from tiny champagne bottles (my sisters had brought the bubbles along) and as we reached the bottom of the stairs we saw the car.

And suddenly I knew what the disappearances from the table were all about.

It was decorated with ‘Just Married’ and hearts and kisses in lipstick all over the body, along with streamers and cans tied to the bumper.

Wedding Bouquet

I threw the bouquet, and with only two unmarried sisters available to catch it and no garter, we decided to include the unmarried men too.

Below: Gerald has a laugh with his bouquet (he married my sister last year!)

After a couple more photos with the decorated car, we hopped in and took off for an overnight stay in a gorgeous Camps Bay hotel.

The next day I graduated and two days later we left for Taiwan and then Thailand where we had an amazing honeymoon.

Our wedding day is now one of our favorite memories. It could not have been more perfect or romantic. It was a dream wedding.

It felt and looked as if it had all been planned that way, yet it was totally spontaneous and absolutely no prior planning went into it besides booking the date with the home affairs office.

We had no sleepless nights, zero stress whatsoever and it cost us next to nothing.

And, to top it all off, we had the most magical wedding day. So utterly perfect (I missed my brother of course, and Jaye missed his younger brother and sister who didn’t come, but they were all there in spirit, and as far as I’m concerned the only people who have to be at your wedding is you and the person you’re marrying) that we realized immediately that we would never have to do it the conventional way in order to ‘measure up.’

A conventional wedding could never have matched up to our magical minimalist wedding.

We might get married again, just for the pure enjoyment of it, but I seriously doubt we would ever do it the ‘usual’ way. I wouldn’t mind renewing my vows on an island beach somewhere, maybe in a white bikini 🙂

Your Minimalist Wedding

So if a big white wedding sounds to you like a lot of work, and if you’re one of those people (like me) who did NOT grow up dreaming of their beautiful white wedding, then consider breaking with convention and having a minimalist wedding instead, and rather spend the money on something that really does mean something to you.

This is your life and your wedding day. Make sure you get what you want.

So many people allow their weddings to be all about everyone else, and bend over backwards to throw a great party that they’re then too overwhelmed to even properly enjoy.

If a minimalist wedding appeals to you, then go for it.

It was one of the best decisions we have ever made.

Not The One (Official Music Video)

Not The One is a song about breaking up.

It’s about having the courage to walk away from a relationship that just isn’t right for you.

When you know it’s wrong but you can’t seem to move forward, when you’re stuck in destructive patterns and trying to make things work, but just feel like you’re going around in circles and getting NOWHERE.

And finally having the courage to say: Enough.

I deserve better. You deserve better. We both deserve better.

It’s about being in different places emotionally, and letting each other go.

It’s always going to be painful. When you love someone that is wrong for you, letting them go isn’t a piece of cake.

But along with the pain – there’s relief. And that’s how you know it was the right thing to do.

Wanna see the ‘Behind The Scenes’ of filming this music video? Click here.

Below: Original Lyric Sheet for ‘Not The One’

Adult Children of Alcoholics

I wrote this review a few years ago, and when moving blogs I wasn’t sure if I should re-publish it or not. I decided yes. While it might seem a little out of place on my music blog, it’s about a subject close to my heart, which is the effect of alcoholism on families. So here it is!
I first heard of a book called Adult Children of Alcoholics in 2007.

As the daughter of an alcoholic I was naturally intrigued. When I checked it up on Amazon I read that there were supposedly several characteristics that the children of alcoholics had in common. I ordered The Complete ACOA Sourcebook: Adult Children of Alcoholics at Home, At Work and in Love. 

Reading the book was an emotional experience as I felt as if I was reading a book about me.

The fact that most of these characteristics and patterns of behavior are common to all adult children of alcoholics was quite a revelation. I am not alone in these feelings, I am not such an oddball, in fact considering the environment I grew up in, I am totally ‘normal’.

When my siblings read the book they also found it hit home very strongly and described them very accurately.

Dr Janet Woititz spent most of her professional life working with Adult Children of Alcoholics and as the wife of an alcoholic she saw first hand the impact of that alcoholism on herself and her children.

While the book focuses on alcoholism specifically, after the book’s publication she learned that the material in the book can also apply to other types of dysfunctional families, such as drug addiction, gambling, chronic illness or religious fanaticism (double whammy in our house. Mom was depressed/religious fanatic, dad alcoholic).

In the introduction to the book Dr Woititz describes the premise of the book, which is that for the Adult Child of an Alcoholic (ACOA), there is ‘no database: Adult children of alcoholics do not learn what other children learn in the process of growing up. Although they do wonderfully well in crisis, they do not learn the day-to-day process of “doing life”.’

‘When is a child not a child? When the child lives with alcoholism.’

She describes how the child growing up in an alcoholic home never feels like a child.

Their home life can be described as ‘chronic trauma.’ While specific details may differ from one alcoholic home to the next, the overall environment is the same.

There is a constant undercurrent of tension and anxiety. There is no laughter, no sense of the carefree, no chance to relax and be a child. There is no sense of constancy, no idea of what will confront you when you walk in the door each day.

No matter how you try you can never be prepared for what you will find when you get home.

You live on hope, on the idea of how things could be if only the alcoholic stopped drinking. Retreating into a dream world is common.

I drew pictures and words in the air and frequently got into trouble for staring out the window in class. I escaped into fairy tales and television shows and imagined the worlds I found there to be real, to be how things could be for us too if only he would stop drinking.

I always felt like an outsider. I always felt different. I struggled to form lasting friendships, and generally felt unwanted and left out.

Low Self-Esteem

An overriding characteristic of all adult children of alcoholics is chronically low self esteem. This is not surprising as self esteem arises from things like ‘respectful treatment’, ‘parental warmth’ and ‘clearly defined limits.’

These are all generally absent in the alcoholic home. The alcoholic parent’s behavior is affected by the alcohol, whereas the non-alcoholic parent’s behavior is affected by their reaction to the alcoholic. There is consequently very little emotional energy available to meet the needs of the children.

The way that children develop self esteem is by internalizing the messages of those around them. The most powerful of those messages are the ones received from their parents. They take what they are told about themselves to be true.

Their initial analysis of who they are and the building blocks of their self esteem come from the external messages they receive about themselves.

Woititz describes how, in the alcoholic home, so many messages are contradictory. They don’t make sense, such as ‘I love you.’ ‘Go away.’

The first message they receive is ‘I love you’, but the alcoholic parent is preoccupied with drinking, so the second message is ‘go away.’ The non alcoholic parent is preoccupied with the alcoholic so their message is also ‘I love you, but please go away, I don’t have time for you.’

Another contradictory message is ‘Everything is fine, don’t worry’ and ‘How in the world can I deal with this?’ Another is the judgment combined with excuses, e.g. ‘He is a drunk’ and ‘It wasn’t his fault, he was drunk.’

The alcoholic is excused because he can’t help his behavior, he has a disease. But Woititz states that the real message here is ‘If I am drunk, I can do whatever I want.’

The child also takes on guilt for becoming angry with the alcoholic. They are told, ‘it isn’t his fault, he has a sickness’, so they feel guilty, they feel they are the one at fault, the one to blame. How can they feel anger towards a sick person? They must be very bad themselves.

Characteristics of ACOA’s

There are thirteen characteristics of adult children of alcoholics. Some or all of these will apply to you if you are an ACOA. Maybe they will have applied at different times of your life. Some that I thought at first didn’t apply to me, I later realized, did.

1. Adult Children of Alcoholics guess at what normal is

Nothing in an alcoholic household is ‘normal.’ There is no frame of reference for how things ‘should’ be or what patterns of behavior are appropriate and acceptable. Consequently adult children of alcoholics have to guess. They look at TV shows, they look at other families that appear to be normal and try and mimic that.

In the alcoholic household home life varies from ‘slightly mad to extremely bizarre’.

As Woititz points out: ‘in a more typical situation one does not have to walk on eggshells all the time. One doesn’t have to question or repress one’s feelings all the time. Because you did, you also became confused.’

There is another aspect to this, which is that the ACOA has an idealized version of how things should be. There is no such thing as ‘normal’ but the child of an alcoholic ‘bought the myth of normalcy’ displayed in sitcoms and idealized advertising, and’‘in so doing, developed fantasies about [their] ideal self, ideal others and an ideal family…..The ideal self [they] think about is the perfect child, the perfect spouse, the perfect friend, the perfect parent. Since the fantasy cannot exist, [they] spend a lot of time judging [themselves] because life doesn’t work the way [they] decide it should.’

2. Children of Alcoholics have difficulty following a project through from beginning to end

In an alcoholic home, nothing happens as it is supposed to happen. There is no constancy or consistency, no reliability. If the alcoholic parent says they will do something, chances are it will not get done.

The alcoholism takes the priority, there is seldom an example of how to see a project through from beginning to end. In addition, who has the time to sit with the child and discuss a project for the child to complete, and discuss how to break it down into smaller parts, how to make it manageable?

The result is a person who often hasn’t got a clue about how to manage things in their life, while having an ideal version for how they think things ‘should’ be, and judging themselves harshly when they don’t measure up.

3. Adult Children of Alcoholics lie when it would be just as easy to tell the truth

Dr Woititz describes ‘just as easy to tell the truth’ as being that the adult children of alcoholics derive no real benefit from the lie.

Lying, covering up, and denying are central to the alcoholic household. Lies are told to protect the alcoholic: ‘He can’t come to work, he is sick’. Or to protect the children: ‘Everything is fine’ or ‘your dad is just going through a tough time, things will get better.’

Children start to lie to protect the family unit. If teachers ask questions they say: ‘Everything is fine’, or they start to lie to the parents. After all, the parents have enough on their plates dealing with the alcoholism.

I remember never telling my mother that I needed things for school. I knew she had enough to worry about, I knew there wasn’t any money. I didn’t want to trouble her with my needs. I just did without. If she asked me how things were, I told her they were great. Lying became entrenched.

4. Adult Children of Alcoholics judge themselves without mercy

As the child of an alcoholic, you were constantly told that you were not good enough.

In my household my father criticized us relentlessly. As a small child I was constantly told how stupid I was, what an idiot I was, how thick, dumb and useless I was. From the age of around eleven the criticism became sexualized, and I was called a whore, a dirty slut, a titillating bitch.

It becomes normal to internalize these messages so that anything that goes wrong in your life you interpret as a result of your own lack.

According to Woititz the child starts to think: ‘I am a mistake’ instead of thinking ‘I made that mistake; however, I am not a mistake.’

That thinking carries forward into adulthood.

5. Adult Children of Alcoholics have difficulty having fun

The child in an alcoholic home is always on edge, always fearful, the atmosphere in the house is thick with stress and tension. They never have a chance to be a child. By the time they become adults they often have no idea of how to release that fun loving inner child.

6. Adult Children of Alcoholics take themselves very seriously

Number 5 and 6 are closely related. As a child in an alcoholic home, you don’t have a lot of fun. There wasn’t room for spontaneous fun.

Life just wasn’t fun.

The consequence of this is frequently an adult who takes themselves far too seriously.

7. Adult Children of Alcoholics have difficulty with intimate relationships

There is no frame of reference for a healthy adult relationship. You never saw your parents model this behavior. The relationship patterns you witnessed were extremely unhealthy.

This is a particularly weighty issue, and the entire second volume of this book, called ‘In Love: Struggle For Intimacy’, deals with this.

To be intimate, to be close, to be vulnerable, contradicts all the survival skills learned by children of alcoholics when they were very young.’

Because of the contradictory message the child receives constantly through their childhood, that of ‘I love you. Go away’ adult children of alcoholics may find the person who is warm and loving one minute and cold and rejecting the next, to be absolutely addictive.

‘The challenge to win the love of the erratic and sometimes rejecting person repeats the challenge of your childhood.

8. Adult Children of Alcoholics overreact to changes over which they have no control

Dr Woititz points out that this is ‘very simple to understand. The young child of the alcoholic was not in control. The alcoholic’s life was inflicted on [the child], as was the environment.’

For adult children of alcoholics there remains a fear that if they are not in charge of every detail, or if plans change outside of their control, that they will therefore lose control of their lives.

According to Woititz ‘it brings back all the plans that were never carried out, the promises that were never kept and the punishment that you could not relate to your crime.’

9. Adult Children of Alcoholics constantly seek approval and affirmation

While Adult Children of Alcoholics constantly seek approval and affirmation, when this is offered they find it very difficult to accept.

The mixed messages from childhood leave adult children of alcoholics very confused. ‘Yes, No, I Love You, Go Away’ were the messages you received.

Even when you receive approval and affirmation, you find it very difficult to accept. You would have to be ‘bombarded with encouragement’ to ‘begin to accept it.’

In my first few years as an employee I almost killed myself trying to be the best employee that had ever lived. If I did a thousand things right I would take it in stride, as if it was nothing, but if one thing went wrong I would agonize over it and feel that all my good work had just been undone.

The third volume of the book deals entirely with adult children of alcoholics in the workplace. It is called ‘At Work: The Self Sabotage Syndrome’.

10. Adult Children of Alcoholics feel that they are different from other people

For adult children of alcoholics, feeling different is something that has been with you since childhood.

While the other children could immerse themselves in the game, you could never feel fully present, it was like you were just pretending to be a child, going through the motions, your fears and worries about what might be going on at home clouded everything.

You and your entire family became increasingly isolated and, as a result, it is very hard to ever feel part of a group even now that you’re an adult. You never developed the social skills necessary to feel comfortable in a group.

Woititz describes how as a child you may have guessed at what would work to fit in. Like one child who tried to bribe her friends by giving them her prized barbie dolls.

‘It is hard for adult children of alcoholics to believe that they can be accepted because of who they are and that the acceptance does not have to be earned. Feeling different and somewhat isolated is part of your makeup.’

11. Adult Children of Alcoholics are either super responsible or super irresponsible

You either do it all, or do nothing.

I have played both parts. At certain times in my life I was so responsible it was frightening. At other times I behaved so recklessly that it was amazing I survived.

After my father went into rehab, I dropped out of high school and began working to help my mother support my younger siblings. I took on the burden of the family’s welfare and felt like it was all up to me. I felt total responsibility for my mother’s depression and felt that everything my siblings needed I should be able to supply.

I worked myself into the ground, and by the time I moved to London at the age of 22, I was burnt out. I gradually phased into a period of super irresponsibility, abusing drugs and alcohol.

Knowledge is power and knowing these things about yourself and why you are the way you are, is an enormously powerful tool in being able to move past it.

12. Adult Children of Alcoholics are extremely loyal, even in the face of evidence that the loyalty is undeserved

‘The alcoholic home appears to be a very loyal place. Family members hang in long after reasons dictate that they should leave. The so-called “loyalty” is more the result of fear and insecurity than anything else; nevertheless the behavior that is modeled is one where no one walks away just because the going gets rough.’

For adult children of alcoholics this translates as, if someone cares enough about me to be with me, to be my friend or my lover, than I have a duty to stay with them forever.

‘The fact that they may treat you poorly does not matter. You can rationalize that.

Your loyalty is unparalleled.’

Because the message you constantly received as a child was that the terrible behavior of the alcoholic, was ‘not his fault’, you have no idea about what is reasonable behavior. No idea about what can be deemed acceptable and what not. Therefore, almost any behavior can be empathized with, understood, and rationalized away.

‘Your fears of being abandoned make it almost impossible for you to abandon others……..You find yourself assuming that if he or she is no longer treating you as in the beginning, then there is something wrong with you.’

13. Adult Children of Alcoholics are impulsive. They tend to lock themselves into a course of action without giving serious consideration to alternative behaviors or possible consequences. This impulsivity leads to confusion, self-loathing and loss of control over their environment. In addition, they spend an excessive amount of energy cleaning up the mess.

Woititz states that ‘This [behavior] can be best characterized as “alcoholic.”‘

The alcoholic themselves operate in the ‘here and now.’ They want to have a drink. They do not think further than that one drink. They do not think of the consequences, the fact that they may have promised to stop drinking, the fact that they have work to do, or the fact that they promised to be home early. They don’t think beyond that first drink. So adult children of alcoholics may unconsciously model this behavior.

When you were a child, you never had the chance to behave impulsively, you were forced to behave like an adult when you were a child. So as an adult, you may make up for this loss.

‘The situation is further complicated by a terrible sense of urgency. If you don’t do it immediately, you will not get a second chance. And you are used to being on the edge of a precipice, living from crisis to crisis. If things go smoothly, it’s even more unsettling than when you’re in a crisis. So it’s not surprising that you may even create a crisis.’

Adult children of alcoholics also tend to ‘look for immediate, as opposed to deferred, gratification.’ This isn’t hard to understand. As a child, if you didn’t get it now, you never got it.

Promises were never kept. If you were told that you couldn’t have it now, but you could have it for Christmas, or you couldn’t do it now, but you could do it on the weekend, chances are you were disappointed.

Something came up. There wasn’t money, or there wasn’t time, or they just forgot. There were more important things going on, the drama surrounding the alcoholic superseded everything else. You knew that if you didn’t get it now, you wouldn’t ever get it.

For adult children of alcoholics there is a sense of ‘This is my last chance’ constantly. As Woititz says: ‘You even become impatient with yourself when you decide to work on patience, and don’t become patient immediately!’

For anyone who grew up in a home with alcoholism, or any form of addiction or severe dysfunction, I couldn’t recommend this book highly enough. With a section entitled ‘Breaking the Cycle’ and many, many helpful suggestions of ways to deal with these issues, this book is a fantastic resource.

Similarly, if you are in a relationship with someone who is an ACOA, reading this book could offer you tremendous insight and understanding. There is even a section entitled ‘So You Love An ACOA.”

I feel that I gained an enormous amount of clarity in terms of my own life and relationships, and I have been able to deal with most of these issues very successfully.

Some I had already dealt with prior to reading the book, however it still helped enormously to understand where they had originated. Some issues I am still working on, but the self knowledge I have gained is invaluable. If you’d like to read the book, it is available from Amazon.

Love’s A Cure – Lyrics

Emily’s In Trouble (Love’s A Cure)

Emily’s in trouble again
There’s too much in this world to mend
Sometimes it seems so selfish to want love
But you’ve gotta get it while you can
So she sings
She sings

I think I’m falling for you (I think I’m falling for you)
I think I’m falling for you (I think I’m falling for you)
I think I’m falling for you
I think I’m, I think I’m….

I think that I’m gonna try
I think that I’m gonna try
But I know
It takes a heart to cry
And even though
I need love like anyone

She’s got her love on trial
She says
A single difference seems so futile
But her heart knows indifference isn’t fatal
Love’s a cure
Love’s a cure
Love’s a cure
Love’s a cure
So she sings

I think I’m falling for you (I think I’m falling for you)
I think I’m falling for you (I think I’m falling for you)
I think I’m falling for you
I think I’m, I think I’m…

I think that I’m gonna try
I think that I’m gonna try
But I know
It takes a heart to cry
And even though
I need love like anyone

We change so slow it’s like we stay the same
But we, we do the dance we ring the bell we play the game
And while I’m
I’m spinning I’ll be running I’ll be ringing at your door

I think I’m falling for you (I think I’m falling for you)
I think I’m falling for you (I think I’m falling for you)
I think I’m falling for you
I think I’m, I think I’m….

I think that I’m gonna try
I think that I’m gonna try
But I know
It takes a heart to cry
And even though
I need love like anyone

I think that I’m gonna try
I think that I’m gonna try
But I know
It takes a heart to cry
And even though
I need love like anyone

Anyone

Not The One

I am the broken key
Inside the lock of your destiny
I seem to keep closing the door
Each time that I let you fall

So I’ll keep scrubbing at the stains upon my spotted soul
I’ve left it soaking in your trust to feel a little whole
Oh how emptiness sings through me
Like a lullaby
Each time I put a coin into the jukebox
Just to hear you cry
Just to hear you cry
Just to hear you cry
And baby I can’t shake you
Cos maybe I’m just not the one for you

Just like a hired gun
You’ve got me on the run
So I’ll play it like James Dean
Young and cool as I ditch your scene

So you keep licking at the wounds upon your broken soul
And keep it safe inside your walls until you feel whole
Oh how emptiness sings through you
Like a lullaby
Each time I let you down and when I said goodbye
And baby I can’t shake you
Cos maybe I’m just not the one for you

In the night as candles burn
A breaking heart begins to learn
For my words you do not yearn
As betrayal takes its bitter turn

So I’ll keep scrubbing at the stains upon my spotted soul
I’ve left it soaking in your trust to feel a little whole
Oh how emptiness sings through me
Like a lullaby
Each time I put a coin into the jukebox
Just to hear you cry
Just to hear you cry
Just to hear you cry
And baby I can’t shake you
Cos maybe I’m just not the one for you
Maybe I’m just not the one for you
My baby I’m just not the one for you

Lose Once

Well I’ve been walking in these wandering hills
Passing days with all kinds of pills
Now it don’t matter if my wish comes true
Cos I can’t get my thrills on if I can’t have you

So jump once, jump twice,
Don’t think you owe me cos you’re feeling nice
I don’t think that I can be this way forever x2

Since you made off with my happy state
Now I’ve really had to contemplate
Now even though I’ve got someone new
I just can’t get my freak on if I can’t have you

So leave once, leave twice
Don’t think you love me cos you’re feeling nice
I don’t think that I can be this way forever x 2

I’ve been drowning in the bottom of a glass
Stranded at the bottom of a mountain pass
But I know in every kind of way
That I won’t sleep again until I’ve made you pay

So scream once, scream twice
Don’t think it’s over cos you’re feeling nice
I don’t think that I can be this way forever x2

So lose once, lose twice,
It’s not over till I roll the dice
I don’t think that I can be this way forever x2

Restless

She’s sitting in the midst of a morning fog
Waiting for a phone to ring
And he’s lying in someone else’s arms
As the dog brings the paper in
Well there’s a boy behind the counter
Wishing he was someone else
But he died with that dream long ago
And a young girl cries in her mother’s arms
She’s got a secret she can’t let go

Chorus: These are the lives of the sad and the restless
The lives of the torn and true
And each time this world spins around
You can hear a million hearts break in
Two

As an old man sits in the evening sun
Thinking of a lifetime spent
There’s a baby rapping on a young mother’s back
As she wonders how she’s gonna make rent
As a young boy plays on the streets of a city
That teaches men not to cry
An old man’s tears stain these same city streets
As he watches young lovers pass by

Chorus

Well I’ve learned to say my prayers at night
I’ve learned to hold my tears back tight
I’ll only speak when speakings right
and never when it’s wrong
I’ll take my stand when it’s right to fight
I don’t want no trouble tonight
They say everything will be all right
But not for everyone

Chorus

She’s staring out into nothing again
Waiting for something to come
And there’s nothing that I can do
This time

Running From Empty

I guess I should have seen it coming
Happened often enough before
I suppose I should have started running
But it was too late already
Round and round I’m going
Always back to the same place
Lost in a maze I can’t
See through the haze

Now the emptiness is back
It’s got its grip on me
And I’m running
Struggling to get free

Chorus: There’s always something better
Waiting just around the corner
Only I’m running backwards
I’m running on empty x2
I’m running from empty

I guess I should have seen it coming
Happened often enough before
I suppose I should have started running
But it was too late already

I guess I should have seen it coming
But I’d lost my way
I knew I should have started running
But I’m on empty

Now the emptiness is back
It’s got its grip on me
And I’m running
Struggling to get free

Chorus

Jenny

That woman she don’t ride the northern train
She’s not one for living life in vain
She has walked a thousand lands in bloom
She sails across the seas in her balloon

Chorus: They call her Jenny and she rides the Jamboree
She don’t kill she just lives on leafy greens
And if you want to taunt her
She’ll come back to haunt you
She’s running through the corners of our dreams

That Jenny she don’t follow the man in blue
She’s not one for the common view
She likes the sea and all the earthlings too
She rides the breeze and blows kisses to the moon

Chorus

And the world she knows as she dances on her toes
Don’t you miss Jenny?
I know I miss Jenny
Don’t you love Jenny and the flowers in her hair

That girl she walks beneath the golden rays
She teaches us to feel in different ways
She sings beneath the summer skies of blue
She speaks of life and bathes in mountain dew

Chorus

Trip Me Up

Trip me up
Trick my heart
Toss me like a stranger’s cigarette

I know better
but I trust easy
And running ain’t so easy when you can’t walk

Slow down honey
See what you’ve done
Listen to a woman when she talks
She’ll sing for you but her soul is never yours

Shut me out
Build your walls
Caress me like a crowded barricade

I know you now
Tired and old
A rusty tune that everybody’s played

Trip me up
Trick my heart
Taking as you watch a woman fall
She’ll sing for you but her soul is never yours

La la la la…..

Trip me up
Trick my heart
Toss me like a stranger’s cigarette

Trip me up
Trick my heart
Taking as you watch a woman fall

She’ll sing for you but her soul is never yours
She’ll sing for you but her soul is never yours

Stone Walls

Stone walls
Are building up between us
I hear your voice
Screaming as we fall from grace

And I don’t know how to talk to you anymore
It seems that our love is out the door
But even when you’re living in the grey
You’ve gotta believe there’s a way to make love stay

It’s coming around
It’s coming around
it’s coming around and I want more

I hear you outside my door
Is it peace tonight or war?
I long for something else
Is it wrong to wish for more?
Can this be all?
Can this be all? Wish I could be sure….

And I don’t know how to talk to you anymore
It seems that our love is out the door
but even when you’re living in the grey
You gotta believe there’s a way to make love stay

It’s coming around
It’s coming around
It’s coming around
But I want more x 2

Stone Walls
Are building up between us
I hear your voice
Screaming as we fall from grace

And I don’t know how to talk to you anymore
I don’t know how to talk to you anymore

Hard Road

I’m weighing up ghosts
On global scales
I’m looking for love
But all I get are junk males
I like tarzans in tights
I’m not your typical Jane
The more concrete the jungle
The harder the rain

And it’s a hard road
Baby when you’re chasing ghosts
You’re holding on
These city streets they know how to break you
When everyone is waiting for the one
There’re too many faces standing in your sun

It seems like nobody listens
All they hear are the mimes
We are all painted faces
With criminal minds

Our fears they go with us
Like badges on our sleeves
And the more they abuse us
The more we’ll never leave

And it’s a hard road
Baby when you’re chasing ghosts
You’re holding on
These city streets they know how to break you
When everyone is waiting for the one
There’re too many faces standing in your sun

Our fears they go with us
Like badges on our sleeves
And the more they abuse us
The more love we need

And it’s a hard road
Baby when you’re chasing ghosts
You’re holding on
These city streets they know how to break you
When everyone is waiting for the one
There’re too many faces standing in my sun

Into The War

Into the war we go
We will run, we will run
And into the fire we throw
All our love, all our love

People talk drifters walk
Children scream dreamers dream

I get lonely
I get lonely

Even when we don’t know
We will run, we will run
And into the flames we go
No more fun, no more fun

People talk drifters walk
Children scream dreamers dream

I get lonely
I get lonely
I get lonely

When all is said and done
We will fall, we will fall
And into the dark we’ll run
Into the war

People lie children die
Dreamers cry birdless skies
Hide behind alibis
Night’s get dark
Fall apart

I get lonely
I get lonely
I get lonely

Lemons In My Pockets

I’ve got a head full of dreams
Nothing but cotton wool between the ears
It seems
Wake up to the real world
You say
Gotta get some decent pay

Chorus: I guess I’m just a big dreamer
Champagne and caviar
But I’ve got lemons in my pockets
And I’m just a big dreamer

Don’t want more overtime
Got some living to do in my prime
Longing, hoping, wanting, wishing
It can all go away
And only the good things can stay

Chorus

I want to be free
Let out a little craziness maybe
One day you’ll see my speciality
Gotta break loose of all the confines of my soul

Chorus

Giving It All Away

I’m giving it all away x2

Sorrow for happiness
Pain for laughter
Violence for forgiveness
Fear for love
Anger recrimination
Pain and grievous bodily harm
I’m forsaking your justice
For the other side of ruin

I’m giving it all away x4

I’m sick of disbelief
So sick of distrust
By your brutal love I’m battered
Bruised and betrayed
Beaten by your trust
Tortured by your conviction
I’m forsaking your justice
For the other side of ruin

I’m giving it all away…

What have you got to say (Not much)
What have I got to lose (My love)
Find another way of taking the abuse

What have you got to say (Not much)
What have I got to lose (My love)
Find another way of cutting cutting loose