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The Daylight Express

by tobias hengeveld

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1.
All our jokes got thrown to the head-winds at dawn And the tail-lights of evening look angry and worn With the pressure of blood through the vessels we pass I’ll be mad as an ember for as long as it lasts All the old TVs by the sides of the road Could they still bring us feed of how it once was? When that dead stare just said “we’ve not changed one bit, But you have, oh you have and that is just it.” Feed me power, I’ll purr and moan My fans still spin My lights will flicker My valves start to glow And before you know it the fools rush in Fools Rush In A white plastic bag afloat on the wind On a six-lane hi-way, you still don’t get hit When you’re out to dance with the cars and the trucks You are one part abandon to an equal part luck But I just decided to get the hell clear Make for the hills Your wake it’s so wide and you take what you will But I still wish you well When the fools rush in
2.
Wherever you end up, I will not be shaken Not gonna lose your scent Even for a second I’d heard you’d broken up They said you’d broken down Another party You cannot move and sure has hell can’t leave And being there is somehow like anywhere at all I’m dressed to the eights, dressed to the nines You think the tens are other men All the moths to light and the hounds at bay Wait for land to slide, every shot that strays In a life too short there are nights too long An impatient walk turns into a run The chosen chanters start changing colour and turning white But you won’t notice a thing, so blinded by the footlights The circling sharks and cars have kamikaze dreams for you You will them to, in all you But that’s about to change You can’t stem the flood Now I’m out for blood All the moths to light and the hounds at bay Wait for land to slide, every shot that strays In a life too short there are nights too long An impatient walk turns into a run There is one straight line in a world this bent To stay water-tight when the night gets loose All the shots are fired and the dudes are spent Then the big game starts as the small one ends.
3.
Sweetness 04:35
your hairpin trails lead me nowhere sites where you once took a pause something I hid from you years ago found between the wall and the bed your dresses just hang lifeless and flat triggers to this and that day your dresses like time concertina behind and it seems like no time’s been at all but the shoes that you left have gone mad screaming out for the sweetness we had once was a time when I cared for you and your smoldering stares for you and your smoldering stares fire in the hole, all the way down rattles the dirt from the roots poke a stick in the hive are we still going live? Or is this chain of hearts on a loop? All the dust-balls and plastic flower heads Ask after the sweetness we had You and your lily-white hands All of the sweetness we had If the bees and the birds all flew back Would you tell our winged friends to go hang? Above the sweetness we had
4.
the Daylight Express going interstate it rattles past our back gate when the driver blows the whistle and the fireman waves then so do all the passengers heading far from here no sign of light, jubilation from the Club Car, all the people ‘going places’ in my line of sight they can’t have gone a hundred paces before they’re not a tiny spot vanished from the world a rumbling rail still hot to touch a tale about a girl Our Katherine owned a temper like her name-sake The firecracker always spinning off its nail She grew bigger until no-one could extinguish her She tore through town like wildfire for all the world to see I walked her to the platform, she wouldn’t look at me But I sure had to look when the Daylight came And took her It took her away
5.
Are we going down swingin’? A slim perch this is Hang on, hang on They soon all will be gone All gone, all gone Going down Some water-logged cloud Has no way of breaking Comes in screaming Hurling furniture Oh yeah, Oh no Going down swingin’ The tenter-hooks we’re on Swing to, swing low Don’t ever let me go Until we’re finally drawn and quartered How slow you dance Who has the leading hand? The caller and the band won’t stop playing The room is swaying We’re going down swingin’ Through the pouring rain The yellow bird came Whistling “La-di-di you’re the only one for me” We’re going down swingin’ Swing to swing round All the lights of Tinsel Town Slow-fade and are so fast forgotten Oh yeah, oh no We’re going down swingin’
6.
Cypress Pine 04:44
If I had to work with one thing all the time I would choose the wood of Cypress Pine I would wear that dust just like some fine cologne That tells the ladies of all the fine work I’ve done Fellas at the yard, none can disagree Fresh-cut Cypress Pine is a lifetime guarantee Cypress Pine When I was a boy, done with running round I’d cut through the fences to where the rail line cut the ground In that line of trees I would lose the hours Pelting ballast rock at passing railroad cars If I get to leave just one thought in your mind Let it be a stand of Cypress Pine Cypress Pine With the dark and the twisted is where I’ll always be Down that shady path some day you’ll come to me Cypress Pine
7.
This train is charging out the dark Whistling and blowing like a dog has to bark How’s every man still wearing the green? I’ll polish my new shoes and I’ll shave in their sheen There’ll be banners, children and cheers As a brass band plays victory refrains Gonna straighten up my new tie And throw my rifle from the train In the jungle, a terrifying song Like surgical scissors snipping all the night long I got used to the warfare but what kind of bird Sings you it’s nightmare then severs your nerve? When the boys start scrambling to see With a joy that few hearts can contain Feel the starch stiff at my collar as I throw my rifle from the train When all the wheels squeal in a shower of sparks And the bells peel in a deluge of names You won’t fine a crease on my new fleece I’ll throw my rifle from the train
8.
Old Guitars 04:04
what’s eating, eating you? After all that has gone on I still aint got, still aint got a song That rips the cap off with its teeth And you know with old guitars They don’t have the pride Good enough gets left alone And they get left aside To the clapping of a screen door What I quite old house you are Poised upon the far Too early, far too late The walls and floor they ache A finger shifts its weight and you’re in for the haul Avalanches roar, start showing you the chords Tap tapping on your lid Tapping on your lid And the thing about old guitars If you sing for them alone Right down into that hole Back at you they sing And tell you simple things that ring like home truths But if home should ring Just tell them I’ve shot-through Tell them I’m not in Tell them I’m not in
9.
My uncle steven I never knew him He’s rarely spoke of these days There’s just a story Way back one harvest Of his disappearance and his dry sea grave No-one saw him leaving the farmhouse that day Not till late was he noticed gone Was he as far as the crumbling mine-shafts? Or could he be snake-bit in the Diamond Creek? The rallied parties The calls and searchlights Grandmothers pale face at the hard sunrise Could it be kidnap? Could it be murder? How could one do that? he was just a kid! when the trains came to drain the silos there was a hold-up on carriage three his tiny body blocking the grain chute that put an end to all the mystery My uncle steven I never knew him He’s rarely spoke of these days There’s just a story Way back one harvest Of his disappearance and his dry sea grave
10.
Open Window 03:48
One thing to say to a sky turning red the close of the day how can I get you close? There’s love like water Coming off and on Love like running water Running off and on a little often A bushfire wind A sun to bed in a rage As the bats begin the evening raid Through the open window I’m listening to the score on a day defeated It’s not hard to go missing You foil my guard I’m busy now b-line it Out through the yard On love so buoyant enough to ride Love so flamboyant if could have been hot-wired And where it’s been I won’t even ask We’re flush On currency dirty to touch Like a watch lifted off a dead man’s wrist This shrapnel’s hot and coming at me Through a mist I feel it Now every damn morning You showing up on my mind Every damn evening you’re sure enough on my mind that love like water coming off and on love like running water won’t you come on home a little often? The treetops stir A chorus as big as Ben Hur All the tiny birds prepared for flite And through the open window I’m listening to the score on a night Completed
11.
Alabaster 05:00
Could have sworn it wasn’t far… Not as the crow might fly I grip the wheel so tight Knuckles turning alabaster white Oh man.. There between your overload And the drumming of the road The humming radio plays a song I thought I knew There’s a line in there, it’s still unclear Do you hear the same? Is he saying “beguile the weary driver”? I’m nothing but a fool A foot so full of lead An alabaster bust, just dumbly stares ahead Oh man… Out your side of the car We know it’s getting late The sunlight through the trees You’re caught in Super8 Broken lines riding us Into dark The world gone still and we’re spinning apart Or is he saying “it tires the weary driver” You’re just tired, yeah you’re just tired Hush you little noise Little tune inside my head When you’re all done and sung You’ve told me little else That line you said, I’m doing my best to not hear the same so is he saying “goodbye the weary driver”?

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released July 1, 2014

Tobias Hengeveld - Vocals & Guitars
Andy Papadopoulos - Bass
Ashley Davies - Drums
Steve Hesketh - Hammond & Piano
Susanna Scurry - Vocals, track 5
Rosiland Jones - Horns, track 6
Nara Demason, Renato VaCirca, Dan Witten - Man Choir, track 6
Justin Marshall - Vibes, track 10, Hammond, track 7

Produced / Engineered & Mixed by Robbie Rowlands
Mastered by Andy Stewart at The Mill

All songs copyright Tobias Hengeveld, 2014

Artwork by Tobias Hengeveld

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tobias hengeveld Melbourne, Australia

Tobias Hengeveld writes melodically vivid songs, riddled with unexpected angular pop-hooks. His distinctively sylvan voice tells personal experiences with wry lyrical candor.

The Daylight Express was nominated for an Age Music Victoria Award in 2014.

Due in April 2019, NAUGHTS & ONES is a triumphant mirror-maze of jubilant pop tunes set in a hinterland of darker rock ballads.
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