The Passage of Time

by Yakobo

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Part 2 of Yakobo's EP Trilogy

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released August 15, 2016

All songs written by Yakobo
Produced by Yakobo and Chris D'adda
Recorded at Vale Studios UK and Yakobo HQ
Mixed by Dave Sanderson
Mastered by JP Braddock at Formation Audio
Cover artwork by Emma Rees

James Currey: vocals, guitars, keyboards, percussion
Tom Lane: drums
Phil Starling: bass
Noah Noutch: trumpet, trombone

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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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Track Name: Goldmine
Looks like we’re on the right side of love again.
It’s easy to breathe again.
It’s easy to see my hand in front of my face again.
The mist has cleared and
I am looking at you now,
I am looking at you now.

If the ocean is a long way from the land
Will the gulleys and the rivers take us down?

In the water is a possible escape line
At the bottom of the barrel is a goldmine.
You can tear away the scabbing of the old wound
‘Cos there’s a tender piece of skin that will be tough soon.

Looks like the logs on the fire are burning out.
There’s much more where that came from.
The embers should keep us warm
Until we can see the dawn
Then we’ll fetch some more
And we can build it all again.
We can build it all again

Some say that nothing ever dies
I say that I’m not satisfied,
I’m not satisfied.

In the water is a possible escape line
At the bottom of the barrel is a goldmine.
Did you ever dream of anything without love?
The only difference is that nothing’s ever simple.
But what’s the point of doing anything that’s easy anyway?

Come on, love, lift your head up.
We’ll see what’s on your mind.
Come on open your heat up,
And let me walk inside.

In the water is a possible escape line
At the bottom of the barrel is a goldmine.
And you can tear away the pieces of the old;
Cut the message in the mould that we’re never letting go now.

Did you ever dream of anything without love?
The only difference is that nothing’s ever simple.
But at the bottom of the barrel is a goldmine.
At the bottom of the barrel is a goldmine.
Track Name: Yesterday's News
Please don’t feel shame
As if I could never look at you the same
For the record there is nothing that’s changed
And I won’t be holding you from me,
Folding you up, cold shoulder and into my pocket
Stowed like a dated, discarded newspaper article
Read and absorbed and replaced

Please don’t feel shame
Does desire leave a blemish on your name?
You’re entitled to your relevant aims
And I won’t be telling the world
Of the stories I heard
From the mouth of the girl
Whose heart wasn’t far
From the places that I also strayed

Please don’t feel strange
I’ll attempt to make it easier to stay
Even though you’ll still be feeling this way
For a time, and I have to decline
So persist with what’s yours, I’ll keep mine
And we’ll both carry on with our lives
And the passage of time

Please don’t feel shame
You and I will just be heading on our way
With regrets about the needless mistakes
But we can’t be holding a grudge
When the headlines change every day
And the stories I was absorbed in
Are soon yesterday’s news
And as much as I’d like to
Retain them and you
You’ll probably struggle to stay
No, you don’t have to cover your face
No, you don’t have to exit in shame
Track Name: Call To Arms
Thirteen months and a few days
Since I made a pact with myself
And I knew that I was foolish to throw down my gun
I got two further years ‘til my armistice is done
And you weren’t far from the same strip of land I called home

Solitary and sworn so
You were sure you had no call to arms
Bow to the inevitability now
We broke truce, I crossed into your borders somehow

I’ve been digging myself an open grave
So oblivious to the trap I laid
Help me honey, I’m inches from the edge

And there’s no need to fall in love, I didn’t mean to fall in love
I just got carried away, there’s no one to blame
I was warming to enough, but now I’m howling for too much
And there’s no easy escape, no tug of the chain
But I think we’re ok

There’s no such thing as fear of flying
There is just the aversion to fall
And I’ve dropped too many times to be jumping again
Without good assurance of wind in these wings

But honey I’ve gotta tell you
Although the trepidation is strong
Each little morsel of hope you provide
Fills me with the belief I can leap from these heights

We’ve been kidding ourselves to walk away
Deaf to pressure that heralded our fate
Now there’s nothing I long to do but stay

And there’s no need to fall in love,
I didn’t mean to fall in love
I just got carried away with that breeze in my face
And I not calling for a crutch, atop this cliff I need a nudge
I just get nervous these days, so easily phased
But I’ll try to be brave

Funny thing, funny thing is
You and I are getting by easy

Funny thing, funny thing is
You and I are getting by
Track Name: Head In The Sand
Throw back the sheets, take in the sight
Blow away the cobwebs, set the burners alight
Trust time to heal, learn from mistakes
Fire up the engines, adventure awaits


With brambles wrapped round every side
The time to uproot has arrived


So let it all out, don’t get swallowed by shame
Or bury your head in the sand once again
Whenever in doubt you might find someone to change your mind
And make the sun shine for the first time again


Cut back the weeds, mark out the way
This age-old machine will be moving again
Inch by inch, step by step
The forgotten feel of the ground that you tread


The wheels in motion; you take flight
No destination in your mind


So let it all out, don’t get swallowed by shame
Or bury your head in the sand once again
Whenever in doubt you might find someone to change your mind
And make the sun shine for the first time again


Tarred with a brush that belongs in a bygones gallery
Sold in a lot with a box full of junk
And perished antiques

Cursed with the season and seeds of the past agonies
Safe in the blackest of thoughts taking root
Tear it from you