Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys      
  
Show stops today, it’s a high-wire masquerade, 
and I’ve been miscast for too long that’s for sure. 
Sleep when you die. Life won’t pass me by 
‘cause I won’t be rolling up to ride on this wheel anymore. 
  
I may be jumping at the sun with a hoe, 
but I’m gonna run where the pepper grows. 
  
Cheerio  to you ringmaster, 
now you won’t see me for dust. 
Not my circus, not my monkeys. 
Checking out to find my rosebuds, 
adios and toodle-oo. 
Not my circus, not my monkeys. 
  
That’s it for me,  had a taste of the flying trapeze, 
couldn’t let that falling feeling take me down. 
No time for tears, I couldn’t say they were wasted years, 
but I’m leaving  with the reason that my heart has come unbound. 
  
Take down the big top and move on. 
  
I may be jumping at the sun with a hoe, 
but I’m gonna run where the pepper grows. 
  
Cheerio  to you ringmaster, 
now you won’t see me for dust. 
Not my circus, not my monkeys. 
Checking out to find my rosebuds, 
adios and toodle-oo, 
Not my circus, not my monkeys.     
Not my problem chimpanzee. 
Not my circus, not my monkeys. 


Kate: vocals, drums, bass, percussion, synths.
John Steel: electric and acoustic guitars, Hammond organ.

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What’s The Worst That Can Happen?       
   
Sharp as a paper knife,  
been thinking like a mouse in tomcat’s gaze.  
Primed for a free-fall dive,  
this isn’t any ‘bolt from the blue’ cascade.    
   
But I’ve felt this before,  
and I know what to do,  
let the thoughts pass on through and say  
   
 ….what’s the worst that can happen?  
   
My stellar rodeo.  
Been hanging on the tail of a shooting star.  
Dazed from the vertigo,  
I struggle to recall when it got so dark.  
   
But I’ve been here before,  
and I know what to do,  
let the fear pass on through and say  
   
 ….what’s the worst that can happen?  

Pattern, it’s a pattern all over again  
 (flowing up and flowing down).  
Ladders, snakes and ladders all over again.  
So, until I can breathe easily,  
take it slow, inching out of the hole.  
   
What’s the worst  that can happen?  
   
Hanging on the tail of a shooting star.  
  
Kate: vocals, drums, bass, percussion, piano.  
John Steel: electric guitars.

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BENCHES 
  
On benches by the water. 
   
A lover's kiss, stolen in the spotlight of the day. 
A writer's twist, conjured from the ether, from the grey. 
  
One lost soul. Two hearts broken. 
Three ghost friends, and four good folk in bad ways, 
  
Benches by the water, 
facing into sun or rain or snow. 
Benches by the water, 
interlacing now and long ago. 
Station for the stunning or mundane, 
taken by the sorrowful who engraved a name 
on benches, benches by the water . 
  
A couple's blush, high on honeymoon beginner's luck. 
A master's touch, true companions sit with eyes tight shut. 
  
One lost soul. Two hearts broken. 
Three ghost friends, and four good kids with bad grace. 
  
To remember, what a view, 
to remember how the wild life fabulously flew. 
Sharing secrets and pipe dreams, 
all the turns of tide there’ve been. 
  
Benches by the water, 
facing into sun or rain or snow. 
Benches by the water, 
interlacing now and long ago. 
  
One lost soul (on benches by the water). 
Two hearts broken (on benches by the water). 
Three ghost friends. 

  
A lover's kiss, stolen in the spotlight of the day. 

 
Kate: vocals, drums, bass, percussion, cajon, nylon strung guitar, acoustic guitar, piano, synths, programming. 
John Steel: Lap steel guitar.

  
  
 

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Sun, Where’ve you Gone?  
   
Day after day you can hide yourself away but you don’t fool me.  
Shy doesn’t fly in the middle of July when it’s 18 degrees.  
Face it you’re lazy, at best hazy from what I can see.  
   
Sun, where’ve you gone?  
Come on open up the cloud and do your thing.  
Sun, have your fun,  
in a universe of  juniors you win.  
   
Time after time had the promise you would shine but the forecast sucked.  
Burn baby burn, do a sequel and return. Am I all out of luck?  
Fool for the memory of the century when we weren’t holed up.  
   
Sun, where’ve you gone?  
Come on open up the cloud and do your thing.  
Sun, have your fun,  
in a universe of juniors you win.  
   
Make the mercury rise, will you hear my plea,  
you big yellow ball as hot as Hades, show me solar power.  
Sitting pretty surrounded by baby blue,  
let me be there when the rays eventually get through.  
Sort it out cos from what I hear,  
you’ll be gone in a billion years.  
(Sun, sun, sh-shine on, do your thing, come on give it up).  
   
Sun, where’ve you gone?  
Come on open up the cloud, and do your thing.  
Sun, have your fun,  
in a universe of juniors you win.  
   

Sun, (show me the rays) when will you shine on.  

   
Kate: vocals, drums, bass, percussion, mandolin, electric guitar, piano, synths.  
John Steel: electric and acoustic 12 string, electric and acoustic 6 string guitar.

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Tired 
  
Trying to fight a feeling, 
a fight that I’m losing, 
tempted to a far away place. 
If only silence, if only solitude, 
before I fall on my face. 
  
Oh blasphemy, shoot me now. 
I’m dead on my feet but I don’t dare to drowse. 
  
Too tired to cry, too tired to sleep, 
I’d tell you my tale but I’m too tired to speak. 
The demands of the day got the better of me, 
I’ve nothing to give, my mind’s like a sieve. 
  
Tired. Oh so tired. 
  
Focus on the soft light 
shining in distance, 
leading me out like a friend. 
If only quiet, calm and serenity, 
instead of jaded and spent. 
  
No rest for me, no let up. 
I’d sell off my soul just to have my eyes shut. 
  
Too tired to cry, I’m too tired to sleep, 
I’d tell you my tale but I’m too tired to speak. 
The demands of the day got the better of me, 
I’ve nothing to give, my mind’s like a sieve. 
  
Tired. Oh so tired. 
  
When was I declared M.I.A? 
Where’s the bright spark, lusty and full of life? 
  
Kate: vocals, drums, bass, electric piano, glockenspiel. 
John Steel: acoustic and electric guitars, lap steel guitar.

 

Clown Car                                         
  
Caught in the wrong lane,  
stalled in the wrong gear,  
nervously driving my clown car, my clown car.  
   
Spin like a bow tie,  
play this for cheap laughs,  
absently driving my clown car, my clown car.  
   
Toot, toot, toot, too much in my head,  
don't stop, she may never go again,  
I'm telling you I know, I know, I know, I know.  
   
Big feet, big shoes don't accelerate safely, slowly,  
I've no power for the hill start, my fault every flamin’ time,  
I know, I know, I know, I know.  
   
Doors off their hinges, fractured the axel.  
Best head for home in my clown car, my clown car, my clown car.  
   
Kate: vocals, piano.

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Somebody Called Me An Onion  
   
Somebody called me an onion. I think I liked it.  
Somebody called me an onion. I’ll be good, good, good for you.  
(Thick skin, thick skin, then thin, thin, thin, and thin again,  
thick skin, thick skin, then thin, thin, thin, and thin again.)  
   
Revelations in a new relationship.  
A little patience, and hear the good stuff slip.  
Skeletons rattle, but I won’t skidaddle.  
Come for a ride on the elephant in the room.  
   
Somebody called me an onion. I think I liked it.  
Somebody called me an onion. It didn’t make me cry.  
Somebody called me an onion, though aren’t we all?  
Somebody called me an onion, I’ll be good, good for you.  
(Thick skin, thick skin, then thin, thin, thin, and thin again,  
thick skin, thick skin, then thin, thin, thin, and thin again)  
   
Fascination with the beauty of loose lips.  
Imagination to colour in the rude bits.  
Excess baggage? Celebrate the damage.  
Come on take a ride on the elephant in the room.  
   
It could be as short lived as a cracker hat,  
or as long as the tail of a manx cat.  
If I’m going to get rumbled down the line,  
my laundry’s hanging out there to dry.  
   

(Thick skin, then thin again) I’ll be good, good, good for you.  
   

Kate: vocals, drums, bass, organ, piano, percussion.  
John Steel: electric guitars.

Tissue  
   
The sky was red like a day old bruise.    
She travelled miles to get to the truth.  
A raw backdrop to the fear and pain.  
An open wound with a fresh bloodstain.  
   
She took that road to the journey's end,  
no u-turns or hair-pin bends.  
Aiming straight for the horses mouth,  
driving north to a stranger's house.  
'Cause she'd opened the box, opened the box,  
opened the box to find a tissue of lies.  
   
Years of happiness, kids and home,  
‘til the day she found his hidden phone.  
Texted trails of a love and lust,  
but the online evidence hurt the most.  
   
Photographs of princess joy.  
Two bridesmaids and a cute page boy.  
All the signs of domestic life.  
The man she'd wed had another wife.  
And now she’d opened the box, opened the box,  
opened the box to find a tissue of lies.  
   
What faithless fool doesn't passcode his phone?  
Part of her wishes now that she'd never known.  
How did he hoodwink two families at once?  
A salesman's got excuses for being absent.  
   
She parked outside at the right address  
to wait for him and the temptress.  
Saw the car with the couple come,  
but the big surprise was the two children.  
   
Thrown completely for a while,  
she couldn't confront the reptile.     
Minutes later she gained control  
and rang the bell that took its toll.  
   
His face went flushed like a chilli sweat.  
Voice was choked when the women met.  
Disbelief and tears of rage,  
as the frightened man just fled his cage.  
'Cause she opened the box, opened the box,  
opened the box to find a tissue of lies.  
   
Time has passed but hasn't healed.  
Two wives scarred by their ordeal.  
Friendship grew from a reckless crime,  
as the low deceiver's doing time.  
   

Kate: vocals, drums.  
John Steel: electric guitars, acoustic guitars, guitar effects, bass, Hammond organ.

Mirroring                                             
   
Two fine bookends  
holding a lifetime between  
who we were and became,  
steady as oak from a beam.  
   
Always a song  
pulling us close, like a thread  
through the seam down the years,  
bonded for what lies ahead.  
   
Mirroring everything that we do, that we sing.  
Laughing and joking and smiley-eyed knowing reflected.  
Mirror you, mirror me, echoing the reveal.  
Signals in silence and softly voiced nothings reflected.  
   
Feet fall in time,  
looking for clues on the way,  
while we gaze in the glass,  
clear as the bright, blessed day.  
   
Two fine bookends  
holding a lifetime between….  
   
Mirroring everything that we do, that we sing.  
Laughing and joking and smiley-eyed knowing reflected.  
Mirror you, mirror me, echoing the reveal.  
Secret connections and quiet declarations reflected.  
Signals in silence and softly voiced nothings reflected, reflected.  
   
Kate: vocals, bass, ukelele, piano, percussion, synths.  
Raevennan Husbandes: acoustic guitar, dobro.

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Silent Letter  

So much to say but the pen lays still.  
So much to say but the paper stays white.  
The keyboard waits but the fingers don't tap.  

Silent letter, silent letter.  
Sweet reflections while the air is still.  
Silent letter, silent letter.  
There's more real beauty in this  
than my voice could ever reveal.  
   
No subtle debt to be paid,  
or island of ghosts to be laid.  

So much to lose but the heart keeps time.  
So much to learn but the beat’s complex.  
The words come fast but the secrets are safe.  

Silent letter, silent letter.  
Sweet reflections while the air is still.  
Silent letter, silent letter.  
There's more real beauty in this  
than my voice could ever reveal, could ever….. 

Kate: vocals

Starlings (Instrumental)  
   
Kate: drums, bass, keys, programming, percussion.  
John: electric and acoustic guitars.  

 

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