SOMETIMES IT'S SOMETHING, SOMETIMES IT'S NOTHING AT ALL
Release date: 02/05/2019 Produced by Michael Rosenberg & Chris Vallejo Recorded at Black Crow Studios, Brighton and Abbey Road Studios, London Engineered & Mixed by Chris Vallejo Assisted by Matt Fury, Matt Mysko
Track list and lyrics
was it the trick of the light
or a shot in the dark
was it hell or high water
that broke our hearts
was it something i said
or just a cruel twist of fate
was it hell or high water
is it too late
oh is it too late
well all my life i’ve been
searching for someone
to show me how it
feels to be loved
and how to love somebody back
and after stumbling through the years i
thought i found you just to
see you fading out into the night
was it the trick of the light
or a shot in the dark
was it hell or high water
that broke our hearts
was it something you said
or just a cruel twist of fate
was it hell or high water
and is it too late
see all my life i’ve been
silently reaching for a hand to hold
to warm the cold
a spark of light
to guide me through alright
and after stumbling through the years i
thought i found you just to
see you fading out into the night
was it the trick of the light
or a shot in the dark
was it hell or high water
that broke our hearts
was it something we did
or just a cruel twist of fate
was it hell or high water
and is it too late
was it a knife in my back
or a fork in the road
was it hell or high water
that left us alone
is it really game over
is it really checkmate
was it hell or high water
is it too late
oh is it too late
was it a trick of the light
or a shot in the dark
was it hell or high water
that broke our hearts
Written by Michael Rosenberg
why can’t i change
after all these years
why can’t i change
my ways
i find it so strange
after all these years
i’m still more or less the same
wherever i go
whatever i do
whatever i know
it just comes and goes so soon
whatever life brings
whatever song it seems
i’m still whistling the same old tune
why can’t i change
after all these years
why can’t i change
my ways
i find it so strange
after all these years
i’m still more or less the same
whoever i’m with
whatever i take
whatever i give
i’m still running in the same old race
whatever choice i make
whatever road i take
i still wind up in the same old place
so why
why can’t i change
after all these years
why can’t i change
my ways
oh i
i find it so strange
after all these years
i’m still more or less the same
i’m more or less the same
i’m more or less the same
i’ve been
hopelessly clutching out for something
i can hold
i’ve been
lying in the dark
with no light in my soul
i’ve been
rummaging around in
the rain and the cold
i’ve been
searching for diamonds
in a pile of coal
i’ve been
searching for diamonds
in a pile of coal
i’ve been
reckless and ragged
i’ve been
run into the ground
i’ve been
lost for so long i
forgot i could be found
i’ve been
holding my breath for
the axe to come down
i’ve been
searching for angels
in the devil’s town
i’ve been
searching for angels
in the devil’s town
searching for a heart to love
it’s like staring at the stars above
there’s a million i can see
but only one that shines for me
so i’ll keep searching for a
to love
oh to love
well i’ve been
dancing blindly
i’ve been
preaching to the choir
i’m the boy who cried wolf but i
dispute that i am a liar
oh and i left my frying pan to
jump into the fire
i’ve built my
house on the sand and i keep on
building it higher
i built my
house on the sand and i keep on
building it higher
searching for a heart to love
it’s like staring at the stars above
you can’t teach a heart to feel
what isn’t there what isn’t real
so i’ll keep searching for
a heart to love
well i keep searching
i keep searching
love
yeah i keep searching
i keep searching love
yeah i keep searching for a
heart to love
love
love
love
Written by Michael Rosenberg
go on shine like an oil spill
all rainbows and cartwheels
a dollar coin in the snow
go fly like a kite in the wind
and you might not
ever come down or come home
cos if life is an ocean
love is an island
and freedom’s a boat you can row
let's go ah yeah
oh take a chance if it feels right
dance neath the street lights
get drunk and howl up at the moon
will sing out and sing strong
sing all the words wrong but
will sing your own tune
cos if life is a journey
then love is a signpost
freedom’s a fork in the road
so let's go
let's go
so go on and twinkle like starlight
like christmas and car lights
like gold on an old wedding ring
that your grandmother gave you
when she passed away to teach you
people were more precious than things
so maybe just one time
lay neath the sunshine
see the faces and shapes in the clouds
go out in the rain
like a runaway train
and run till the road runs out
live life don’t dream it
love you like you mean it
be free as the river that flows
let's go yeah
let's go yeah
Written by Michael Rosenberg
he’s standing on your doorstep my love
so aren’t you gonna invite him in
well isn’t he everything you want
oh no i forgot
you want everything
well your mom she says he’s the perfect catch
and your dad he tells you you’re the perfect match
but i know
i know he leaves you cold
he leaves an ice cube in your heart
and a snowflake in your soul
i know i know i know
that he leaves you cold
see him tapping on your window my love
but you’re pretending that you’re not there
but he’s seen your car parked outside
oh no you forgot to turn the lights off upstairs
well your friends they tell you he’s what you need
but how the hell would they know what you need
but i know
i know he leaves you cold
he leaves an ice cube in your heart
and a snowflake in your soul
i know i know i know
that he leaves you cold
well i know that you’re lonely
even when he’s around
but my love he's not the only game in town
yeah well i know
i know he leaves you cold
he leaves an ice cube in your heart
and a snowflake in your soul
i know i know i know
yeah well i know i know i know
said i know i know i know
Written by Michael Rosenberg & Stephen Hodd
take a walk in the ghost town
where the sky's as black as crows
they don’t make cars like they used to here
times they change
and factories close
take a ride on a ghost train
and stare at the windows
see time moves as fast as a hurricane
but it’s so strange
it feels so slow
well sometimes it gets so cold down here
well i swear it burns
the wind like fire coming off of the great lakes
sometimes it gets so dark in here
hey i see it turns
the emptiness that moves within my soul
way on down in the ghost town
hey hey hey
see the crash and the rust
see the ash and the dust
feel it slipping through your hands
and falling on the shoes and the shoulders
of the ragged man
see the pride on the shame
like fire and the flame
well it burns through every man
and drops them like drunken soldiers
on the river banks
well sometimes it gets so cold down here
hey i swear it burns
the wind like fire coming off of the great lakes
sometimes it gets so dark in here
well I see it turns
the emptiness that moves within my soul
way on down in the ghost town
well sometimes it gets so cold down here
hey i swear it burns
the wind like fire coming off of the great lakes
sometimes it gets so dark in here
oh i see it turns
the emptiness that moves within my soul
way on down in the ghost town
Written by Michael Rosenberg
well my heart’s a runaway
living by the campfire light
yeah my love’s a stowaway
slipping out into the night
but hey
i can feel it
i don’t want to run this time
i can feel it now
hey i can feel it
shining like the sun this time
i know now
i don’t want to run away
i don’t want to run away
well my soul's a castaway
tired of being alone
yeah my love gets thrown away
anyway the wind gets blown
but hey
i can feel it
i don’t want to stray this time
i can feel it now
hey i can feel it
pouring down like the rain this time
i know now
i don’t want to
runaway trains never get no peace
they keep on running till their engine cease
if i keep on running and i don't stand still
i won't know love no i never will
and rolling stones never find the home
cos they keep on rolling through life alone
if i keep on rolling down the same old hill
i’ll never know love i never will
and oh i can feel it
i don’t want to search no more
i can feel it now
hey i can feel it
it’s never felt so good before
i know now
i don’t want to runaway hey
i don't want to runaway hey
and I don’t want to run away hey
i don't want to run away
oh yeah
i wanna go where the sun sinks low
eagle bear buffalo
i wanna watch the stars shine on my own
lay me down in the morning rain
rivers roll by like runaway trains you can
you can leave me here in
yellowstone
where all the trees grow old and tall
make me feel so young and small
make me wonder if i am here at all
well who am i to say
lakes so clear
you can see to the ground
make all the mountains hang upside down
make me wonder am i right way round
it doesn’t matter anyway
i wanna go where the sun sinks low
eagle bear buffalo
i wanna watch the stars shine on my own
lay me down in the midday sun
beating down like a soldier’s drum
you can hear them play in
yellowstone
worn out souls
aching bones
fishing poles and stepping stones
whisky warm and campfire smoke
the ending of the day
well you listen to the wind
whistle her tune
coyote sing by the light of the moon
if i ever leave
it would be too soon
but i know that i can’t stay
i wanna go where the sun sinks low
eagle bear buffalo
i wanna watch the stars shine on my own
lay me down in the evening light
geyser, smoke, stalagmite
you can leave me here in
yellowstone
leave me close to tears
yellowstone
never disappear
yellowstone
Written by Michael Rosenberg
vineland new jersey
farmland stretching
far as the eye can see
not much down there but
sun-scorched pastures in
1953
the war was over
and they came searching
for a place to be
they left the rhineland
they lost their homeland
and all their family
like feathers on the ocean breeze
they went spinning and
tumbling across the sea
never know where they come down
or who they’d be
like heather on the hillside
they were bruised
and they were battered by the breeze
searching for a place
to be free
sunburnt summers
frostbite winters
the kids were plainly dressed
he left the farmhouse when
he was old enough
and headed out west
from california
to southern africa
and all the way to france
and onto england to
meet my mother in
1981
a feather on the ocean breeze
he went spinning and
tumbling across the sea
never knowing where
he’d come down
or who he’d be
like heather on the hillside
he was bruised
and he was battered by the breeze
searching for a place
to be free
oh and like a seed
that is flying in the wind
in search of water soil and sun
and the birds and the bees
to help it all along
now here i am
33 years down
2017
i’ve seen the rhineland
i’ve been to vineland
i’m a feather on the breeze
Written by Michael Rosenberg
oh life
is just a game
no one ever tells you how to play
see different people
go different ways
some of them will leave you but
some of them will stay
well our hearts keep drumming
and the years keep coming
quicker than they’ve ever been
you’re sick of the same thing
but it’s quicker than changing
it's too late to begin
well everybody’s running but
you don’t know where
time is running thin
everybody’s looking for somebody to love
but we’re scared to let them in
and i say oh oh oh
are there any survivors
am i here alone
i say oh oh oh
are there any survivors
am i here alone
am i on my own
am i on my own
oh love
it comes and goes
but no one never tells you how
to learn to let go
different people
they walk different roads
some of them will hurt you but
some of them won’t
well the bridge is burning
and the wheel keeps turning
quicker than it did before
your heart screams yes
your head says no
and you’re never really sure
well everybody’s running
but you don’t know why
time is running short
everybody’s looking for a place to hide
so there’s no one left at all
and i say oh oh oh
are there any survivors
am i here alone
yeah i say oh oh oh
are there any survivors
am i here alone
am i here alone
am i here alone
yeah I say oh oh oh
are there any survivors am i here alone
and i say oh oh oh
are there any survivors am i here alone
i say oh oh oh
are there any survivors am i here alone
oh oh oh
are there any survivors am i here alone
Written by Michael Rosenberg