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Stripped to the Bone

by Ian Rooke

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I was lost without a phone Out of my comfort zone Like a shark without a loan I was stripped, stripped to the bone I was feeling ill at ease Like a sail without a breeze And I was down on my knees Begging mercy help me please Fear is getting more intense Struggling to catch my breath Heart pounding through my chest Wish I knew what course was best But I'm lost.
2.
When your expectations at an all time low And you've no-one to meet and nowhere to go When all your ideals are under attack That's when you're drinking With Gentleman Jim and Mr Jack.
3.
I can feel the way it's going It's always been the same And we know it Things fall apart all the time All the time If you could see what I was feeling You wouldn't think me strong. Sometimes the seed will grow Sometimes you let it go I can't guess what you are thinking You never let it show Come now, come now come now let it go Things fall apart Things fall apart all the time And we'll ride with the wind.
4.
I look across the lake Behind me is an urban sky. And I contemplate mistake Like the buildings they tower high. Sometimes I feel so distant Sometimes I feel so alone In this city of blues. This girl she sees no evil She's as fresh as the falling snow I see a fight in a nearby window And it reminds me of home. It's late December And I drive through dirt brown snow. These things I will remember From the sad songs on my stereo And I can hear the blues is calling me But I'm already home Outside the snow's still falling As I set a place for one.
5.
Sometimes I get oh so tired Of dragging myself through the mire I don't know what I want anymore I can't tell the ceiling from the floor How on earth did I get here? How the hell did i get here? There's blood on the sheets A stain on the wall And I'm still sitting here Waiting for your call I know where I'm going But I don't know where I've been. And I'm looking for something That I've already seen. How on earth did I get here? How the hell did I get here? See the strange face looking back from the looking glass
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In the Dark 04:01
I'm just sitting in the dark Waiting for the words to form The tune it lingers there Trying not to be ignored And I will write this song Before the light of dawn There was something in your eyes It told me that you wouldn't stay here The things I'm longing for Always slip away I will write this song In the hope you'll come again Since you've gone it seems We've lost more than we've gained All our friends walk by I guess they feel the same And in darkness we must lie The light no longer remains I guess it's always going to be the same.
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There's blood on my hands From this broken glass All these things that I planned They never came to pass And I felt like a refugee Without a home and no dignity I was in my knees I crawled I was left with nothing, Nothing at all. And I awake in the night In a feverish sweat All those things that you said I can never forget. And you were like the Pharisees But the one you crucified was me I was on my knees I crawled I was left with nothing, Nothing at all. And I roam through my past Trying to find the key There's a devil on my back That I can't shake free And I looked for some therapy But the problem always lay with me I could never break down the wall I was left with nothing, Nothing at all.

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The songs deal with various forms of mental illness brought on by alcoholism, physical abuse, alienation, anxiety, depression and loss.

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released April 28, 2015

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Ian Rooke Birmingham, UK

“Ian Rooke writes lyrics with bite, tunes with hooks, songs that make their point and make it well.” Folk Words Magazine 2014.

Singer songwriter from Birmingham. Has appeared at a number of folk festivals including Perthshire Amber, Harborough and Isle of Arran. Reached semi finals of UK Songwriters Competition 2012.
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