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Maybe The Land Was Just a Dream

by Yakobo

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1.
Hunger and thunderclouds Filling our heads with doubt Out on the open seas Maybe the land was just a dream We’ve been so hardened now Drifted so far from ground I don’t remember much About how firm it was Maybe the earth is washed in flood But I fought it so, knowing all I know Faith, keep me afloat while the waves batter this boat Fishes they called you out Ocean it pulled you down I won’t be led astray Cling to this wooden frame My only hope that I might be saved But I fought it so, knowing all I know Faith, keep me afloat while the waves batter this boat Just like me to drift from the moment my eyes shift From the dock out to the deep, ‘til the void’s all I can see The horizon north to south is as blue as earth is brown I would trade all I once had for my feet to feel hard ground When I’m ashore I will get my [head right/hair dried]
2.
Try to figure the world outside with its riots and raves and rules Hard enough as it is we’ve seen that a rabble requires no cause They just silently gather force Wielding clubs like a harmless sport We won’t get anywhere We won’t get anywhere We won’t get anywhere Until we’re getting through Far away from the world we hide in the confines of your car We may even discuss while we drive of the plight of the working class We attempt at a firmer grasp While we motor along so fast We won’t get anywhere We won’t get anywhere We won’t get anywhere Until we’re getting through
3.
God is the earth and I wade through the dirt every day Debating the nature of things and the worth of my ways And all of this time I’m missing the signs on the way Keeping my head down, losing the path I should take He is the wind and he’s howling and calling my name I look for shelter and carefully plan my escape Hiding in limbo, neither belief or denial Forgetting the others begging for love all the while So get over yourself, hold onto the reins Let go of yourself; bear your cross once again You are the fire that I’m at a loss to contain A tough of the heat and I’ll only retreat from the flame You are the water either I drink or I drown Bowing before you, pressing my lips to the ground So how long will it take? How hard can it be? How long must I wait? You’re beckoning me To get over myself, hold onto the reins Let go of myself; take courage again You were my earth and my wind and my fire and my flame All that I needed but feared I believed for in vain And all of the times I was groaning inside for a way Drowned out the sound of you tenderly calling my name To get over myself, hold onto the reins Let go of myself; take courage again Hang onto the hope, stand firm ‘til the day There’s nothing to know, there’s nothing to say So get over yourself, hold onto the reins
4.
Close Call 03:37
Now we’ve got a choice to make To run with that clean break or to plough on It’s a close call We’re treading on thin ice Walking that fine line for the long haul It’s a close call It’s a close call, it’s a close call Should we hold on or just watch it fall? When the crunch comes it’s a close call Takes a lot of high minds Working through hard times to be quite sure What to strive for So how about you and I? Living on borrowed time, looking doubtful It’s a close call It’s a close call, it’s a close call Should we hold on or just watch it fall? When the crunch comes it’s a close call But this is not destiny Self-fulfilled prophecy, keep your chin up It’s a close call But it’s not over

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Maybe The Land Was Just a Dream is the final part of Yakobo's EP trilogy. Parts 1 and 2 are also available on Bandcamp.

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released April 7, 2017

All songs written by Yakobo
Produced by Yakobo and Chris D'adda
Engineered by Chris D'adda at Vale Studios UK
Additional recording at ROFL Audio and Yakobo HQ
Mixed by Dave Sanderson
Mastered by JP Braddock at Formation Audio
Cover artwork by Emma Rees at Dainty Forest
Design by Richard Walker

James Currey - Vocals, guitars, keyboards
Tom Lane - Drums
Phil Starling - Bass
Peter Beardsworth - Saxophone
George French - Trumpet

Some very special help on Kickstarter came from Matt and the Curreys, Ben Carroll, Stephnen Sanger, Adam Jackson, Phil Starling, Ben Parker, Sarah Cogdon, Callum Gosling, Matt Valler, John and Becky Watts, Pete Adamson, Tom Ilott and Mark Nosworthy. You guys rock!

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Yakobo is the singer-songwriter project of James Currey and the collaborators who join along the way.

Wander In The Wilderness is Part 1 of Yakobo's EP Trilogy, released 23/10/2015

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