Post by prestonplatform on Mar 12, 2011 7:05:02 GMT
Here are some of Robs latest tunes. He has recently performed in a number of pub venues in the North West please PM me for further details
All words and music by Rob Davies 2011
Youll See
Sitting pretty under crimson skies,
That's where she'll be.
Or on the run but taking no disguise,
In search of sanctuary.
And she won't be waiting,
She'll be celebrating.
Not wary or suspect,
Her timing will be perfect...
You'll see.
You used to hope your love was here to stay,
But you could never be- more than a shadow of the man she craved,
You stood precariously...
And she won't be waiting,
She'll be celebrating.
Not wary or suspect,
Her timing will be perfect...
You'll see.
(And she'll say)
Come with me.
And you will see.
A world enriched.
By memory.
Take my hand.
A clear command.
And you will see.
A world of make-believe.
If you come with me
Melt the Ice
Looked in through the window,
Uncertain what you would find,
You found me, found me frozen,
Decided to melt the ice.
A member of the generation,
The generation time forgot,
Self-centred and so disallusioned,
We're cynics in a melting pot.
But it didn't have to be this way,
We're all victims of the digital age.
Looked in through the window,
Uncertain what you would find,
You found me, found me frozen,
What a way to live a life.
Decided to melt the ice
Take your pick
Well you were flicking through a novel you'd been reading for a long long long long time,
When you raised your head in the library and your eyes connected with mine,
But then you sank back down to your literature (where you remained for ages),
But I could tell that your mind was far removed, from the prose upon its pages.
Glance around,
What do you see?
There's a boy overwhelmed by curiousity,
At the girl who is sitting reading so contentedly.
Potted plants, nice furniture.
An encyclopedia entry that's designed for her.
Essential that our pathways somehow merge...
So we'll meet in your favourite novel,
I'll play any character you like,
Any era, author, genre,
Take your pick,
I'll study it all night.
So I sauntered over to the section that was aptly entitled romance,
In the hope that I might encounter some (though I had absolutely no chance),
For every time you looked I looked away,
And everytime I did, you did the same,
In your paperback edition you were thoroughly engaged.
Glance around,
What do you see?
There's a boy overwhelmed by curiousity,
At the girl who is sitting reading so contentedly.
Potted plants, nice furniture.
An encyclopedia entry that's designed for her.
Essential that our pathways somehow merge...
So we'll meet in your favourite novel,
I'll play any character you like,
Any era, author, genre,
Take your pick,
I'll study it all night.
You are quite the mystery.
Your thoughts unknown to me.
Your storyline's so intricate.
I suppose I'll have to wait and see.
So we'll meet in your favourite novel,
I'll play any character you like,
Any era, author, genre,
Take your pick,
I'll study it all.
We'll meet in your favourite novel,
I'll play any character you like,
Any era, author, genre,
Meet me in the library,
Tonight
Sailed away
Although I never knew you...
I was moved close to tears.
When I learned of your fate, your misfortune.
Yes I was struck with fear.
You didn't listen to her then
(And you still don't)
Instead you drove her round the bend,
And scraped upon each others bones.
Do you recall the scent she left upon your cheek.
She said that she would stay....
But she sailed away.
It's clear that you miss her,
It's evident you crave her voice.
There's not a thousand like her,
And my boy she's made her choice.
You didn't listen to her then
(And you still don't)
Instead you drove her round the bend,
And scraped upon each others bones.
Do you recall the scent she left upon your cheek.
She said that she would stay....
But she sailed away
The Trail
Well I was born in Winter,
But Summer came so fast,
And when I opened my eyes,
Twenty years had past.
Looking over your shoulder,
Staring across the field,
'The grass is always greener- on the other side',
That's how I used to feel.
Staring out of my window,
Hand reaching out through the glass.
Start looking to the future,
I knew I should- stop dwelling on what had past.
But I'm meandering.
Forever floundering.
On the windy trail of my life.
Find it frightening.
But it's enlightening.
On the windy trail of my life.
I never thought the path that-
I would choose to take,
Would leave me with a sense that-
My efforts were half-baked.
Looking over your shoulder,
Staring across the field,
'The grass is always greener- on the other side',
That's how I used to feel.
Staring out of my window,
Hand reaching out through the glass.
Start looking to the future,
I knew I should- stop dwelling on what had past.
But I'm meandering.
Forever floundering.
On the windy trail of my life.
Find it frightening.
But it's enlightening.
On the windy trail of my life
All words and music by Rob Davies 2011
Youll See
Sitting pretty under crimson skies,
That's where she'll be.
Or on the run but taking no disguise,
In search of sanctuary.
And she won't be waiting,
She'll be celebrating.
Not wary or suspect,
Her timing will be perfect...
You'll see.
You used to hope your love was here to stay,
But you could never be- more than a shadow of the man she craved,
You stood precariously...
And she won't be waiting,
She'll be celebrating.
Not wary or suspect,
Her timing will be perfect...
You'll see.
(And she'll say)
Come with me.
And you will see.
A world enriched.
By memory.
Take my hand.
A clear command.
And you will see.
A world of make-believe.
If you come with me
Melt the Ice
Looked in through the window,
Uncertain what you would find,
You found me, found me frozen,
Decided to melt the ice.
A member of the generation,
The generation time forgot,
Self-centred and so disallusioned,
We're cynics in a melting pot.
But it didn't have to be this way,
We're all victims of the digital age.
Looked in through the window,
Uncertain what you would find,
You found me, found me frozen,
What a way to live a life.
Decided to melt the ice
Take your pick
Well you were flicking through a novel you'd been reading for a long long long long time,
When you raised your head in the library and your eyes connected with mine,
But then you sank back down to your literature (where you remained for ages),
But I could tell that your mind was far removed, from the prose upon its pages.
Glance around,
What do you see?
There's a boy overwhelmed by curiousity,
At the girl who is sitting reading so contentedly.
Potted plants, nice furniture.
An encyclopedia entry that's designed for her.
Essential that our pathways somehow merge...
So we'll meet in your favourite novel,
I'll play any character you like,
Any era, author, genre,
Take your pick,
I'll study it all night.
So I sauntered over to the section that was aptly entitled romance,
In the hope that I might encounter some (though I had absolutely no chance),
For every time you looked I looked away,
And everytime I did, you did the same,
In your paperback edition you were thoroughly engaged.
Glance around,
What do you see?
There's a boy overwhelmed by curiousity,
At the girl who is sitting reading so contentedly.
Potted plants, nice furniture.
An encyclopedia entry that's designed for her.
Essential that our pathways somehow merge...
So we'll meet in your favourite novel,
I'll play any character you like,
Any era, author, genre,
Take your pick,
I'll study it all night.
You are quite the mystery.
Your thoughts unknown to me.
Your storyline's so intricate.
I suppose I'll have to wait and see.
So we'll meet in your favourite novel,
I'll play any character you like,
Any era, author, genre,
Take your pick,
I'll study it all.
We'll meet in your favourite novel,
I'll play any character you like,
Any era, author, genre,
Meet me in the library,
Tonight
Sailed away
Although I never knew you...
I was moved close to tears.
When I learned of your fate, your misfortune.
Yes I was struck with fear.
You didn't listen to her then
(And you still don't)
Instead you drove her round the bend,
And scraped upon each others bones.
Do you recall the scent she left upon your cheek.
She said that she would stay....
But she sailed away.
It's clear that you miss her,
It's evident you crave her voice.
There's not a thousand like her,
And my boy she's made her choice.
You didn't listen to her then
(And you still don't)
Instead you drove her round the bend,
And scraped upon each others bones.
Do you recall the scent she left upon your cheek.
She said that she would stay....
But she sailed away
The Trail
Well I was born in Winter,
But Summer came so fast,
And when I opened my eyes,
Twenty years had past.
Looking over your shoulder,
Staring across the field,
'The grass is always greener- on the other side',
That's how I used to feel.
Staring out of my window,
Hand reaching out through the glass.
Start looking to the future,
I knew I should- stop dwelling on what had past.
But I'm meandering.
Forever floundering.
On the windy trail of my life.
Find it frightening.
But it's enlightening.
On the windy trail of my life.
I never thought the path that-
I would choose to take,
Would leave me with a sense that-
My efforts were half-baked.
Looking over your shoulder,
Staring across the field,
'The grass is always greener- on the other side',
That's how I used to feel.
Staring out of my window,
Hand reaching out through the glass.
Start looking to the future,
I knew I should- stop dwelling on what had past.
But I'm meandering.
Forever floundering.
On the windy trail of my life.
Find it frightening.
But it's enlightening.
On the windy trail of my life