Mend

by Tom Mikkelsson

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released March 6, 2016

Tom: Vocals, Guitar, Keys, Bass
Jane Bentley: Vocals, Percussion
Fiona Hobbs Milne: Vocals on track 3

All songs written by Tom.
Songs arranged and recorded by Tom and Jane, Glasgow,
March - September 2015.

Produced by Tom.

All songs copyright Tom Mikkelsson, 2016.

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Tom Mikkelsson York, UK

Tom Mikkelsson is a Glasgow-based songwriter, guitarist and pianist. Originally hailing from North Yorkshire, Tom moved to the remote Hebridean island of Iona in 2011. It was there that his fascination with folk music began, and after relocating to Glasgow in the winter of 2012, Tom began work on his debut album 'On The Pebble', a collection of songs that document his time in the western isles. ... more

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Track Name: Break
We should live beyond our means,
I hold on to lady luck - she's good to me.
Don't fear the dark, go back to sleep.
Don't fear the dark, just the dreams you keep.

I've got a feeling this time round,
We're gonna clean up, gonna take this town.
Take this town for every dime I'm worth,
Take it for every penny that I failed to earn.

I met a man out on the road here,
Dressed all in rags and smiling ear to ear.
Smiling ear to ear, he turned to speak:
Said, 'Boy you're living someone else's dream'.

Maggie, I'm with the band.
But we've got no plan.

I've got a straight and hard-earned creed;
You can't get hurt if you keep off the street.
Keep of the street and on the scene,
On the scene with your hand clean.

I met a man who dealt in souls,
Dressed all in black and blocking my way home.
Said where I went, he had to go.
Said where I went, he would follow.

Maggie I'm with the band,
But we've got no plan.
How could you leave us here?
Maggie we're run by fear.
Track Name: Stomping Ground
Father,
If you'd keep your foot to the floor,
I could drift for a while from my own shadow.
Father,
If you would drive on till the dawn,
I could wake up in this skin that I have borrowed.

Father,
As I stepped outside my front door,
I know I felt a cold hand close close on my shoulder.
Fear,
Fear should figure no more,
But this fear... it takes hold as I get older, and colder.

This is the road where your life began,
This is your home, your stomping ground,
Try at last to learn to love it.

Father,
It's been maybe ten years or more,
Still I catch hold of my breath round every corner.
Fear,
Fear should figure no more,
But these wounds won't heal at all,
No these wounds won't heal at all.

This is the road where your life began,
This is your home, your stomping ground,
Try at last to learn to love it.
But this was his ring, his battleground,
And in a room full of mirrors
You'll always be found.
I never belonged here.

I was just a boy,
And he was just a boy,
And the little fucker
He left shrapnel in my eye.

This is the road where your life began,
This is your home, your stomping ground,
Try at last to learn to love it.
We should be kids but we're women and men,
In a room full of mirrors, all forced to pretend.
I never belonged here.
Track Name: Three Years
I'm called by the sound of your name,
I would go gladly, into the rain.
I would get lost in the haze
Of memories that wrap round this land
Like a veil.

I would get lost in these days,
She was my compass and
That was the way.
Still I move in these circles today,
Looking for answers, though I don't understand,
No I don't understand
How memory can fuck you up
Like nothing else can.

Summer embraced us with hail,
We were all drawn by
A need to erase.
Maybe we're really the same,
Or maybe we're different
On a small piece of land,
On a small piece of land,
Where memory can fuck you up
Like nothing else can.

I will learn your ways.
I will speak your tongue.
I will learn your ways
So that you might call me son.

We will return here someday,
In search of protection,
And find nothing but change.
Maybe we're really the same,
Or everything's different
In a foreign land.
On this small stretch of land,
Where memory can fuck you up
Like nothing else can.
Track Name: Here We Go Again
Dead on September 1st,
Leaved started falling in the park.
I took to taking cues
From secrets whispered in the dark,
But it takes time
To sift through all the little lies
And read between the lines.

Don't misunderstand:
I only got what I deserved.
Beneath the western sands,
I tried to dance but lost my way
In the breaking light of day.
And washed up all the same
With all the debts I have to pay.

So here we go again,
Another suitcase in my hand,
Another doorway I can darken
That's not mine.
As if you couldn't tell,
I don't feel quite myself,
And I guess I haven't
For some time.

We were a caravan,
A travelling circus of lost souls.
We did the best we can,
We gave it soul but it grows old,
It takes its toll.
And no one wants to finish up
Resentful and alone.

So here we go again,
Another suitcase in my hand,
Another doorway I can darken
That's not mine.
As if you couldn't tell,
I don't feel quite myself,
And I guess I haven't
For some time.

Maybe I just need a vice,
A devil on my shoulder
Who will keep me thinking twice.
Or maybe I will be all right.
I ain't getting older treading water,
Hoping time is on my side,
And hoping lightning don't strike twice.

And if you head headfirst
Into the wind like me,
You'll only get what I deserved.
I waded in too deep,
I lost my nerve,

And I said I'll look you up,
When things start looking up.
But we both know that's a lie.

Maybe I just need a vice,
A devil on my shoulder
Who will keep me thinking twice.
Or maybe I will be all right.
I ain't getting older treading water,
Hoping time is on my side,
And hoping lightning don't strike twice.
Track Name: Love Is
Love is nothing but a stranger
With a license to roam.
I guess she never saw the danger
In building something from lies,
That we'd call home.
She said, 'You're not my cup of tea,
Still it's better than being alone'.
Love is nothing but a stranger.
A stranger without a home.

Love is never worth the messing,
Messing up all you've known.
I guess she liked to keep me guessing,
I guess that I never tried to hold my own.
She said, 'I like your company,
But we're better off alone',

And that's the way that it goes,
Sailing behind on your highs and your lows.
The fix comes slow,
Still you wouldn't be my drug of choice, no.

Love mistook me for another,
In a younger man's clothes.
I tried to lose myself in summer,
But the grass was too sharp between my toes.
She said, 'You're fascinating me,
But your heart still moves too slow'.
Love mistook me for a stranger,
In a younger man's clothes.

I'm losing face now, love.

She will always keep me guessing,
And she'll never grow old.
And yes, I'll spend the years undressing,
Undressing all of the lies that we have told.
Still there was nothing quite so sweet to me
As when we were alone.

And that's the way that it goes,
Sailing behind on your lies and your lows.
That's the way it goes,
And you wouldn't be my drug of choice, no.
That's the way that it goes,
And you wouldn't be mine
If my heart was my own.
The fix comes slow,
Still you wouldn't be my drug of choice, no.
Track Name: Brave
Blues and twos
And breathing tubes,
My only hope in the world is for you,
It's to see you laughing.
Back from barely there
With gas and air,
Nothing there's nothing to do
But to hold back your hair
When you're gasping.

More water but it goes to waste,
More morphine and the pressure drops,
Darling I'm sorry but I can't make it all stop.

Blues and twos that rang for you,
They never were loud
And they just didn't move
Where they drove you.
There's nothing to do
But to stand clear,
And to silence your fears
And to hold back the tears
Till it's over.

More water but it goes to waste,
More morphine and the memory fades,
Darling I'm sorry but I can't take your pain away.

We can't brave all we want.
Track Name: Mend
Some come here to drive it out:
The fear of dying or growing old,
But I don't.
Some come here to drown the sound,
Drown the sound of youth slipping
Through cracks in the floor.
But I don't.

I must know now,
How the city gives up its key,
How I'll make them remember me,
I came here to be free.

Some come here to drive it out:
The calling of another road,
But I don't.
Some come here to drag it out:
The moments till they are alone,
But I don't.

I must go now,
'Cause the city now knows my game,
And it won't take me back again,
It won't let me break or bend,
I came here to mend.

A storm is bound to clear the air.
A storm is bound to leave dirt on the ground.
And we won't go if we're laid bare.
We won't go if we're known through the town.

I must go now.

They've got bright lights and big screens
To captivate and terrify me.
They've got drums, they've got rhythms
To drown out the sound of my sleep.
They've got bright lights in rivers
And bright lights on big screens...
(Some come here to drive it out)

Some come here to drive it out:
The fear of dying or growing old,
But I don't.
Some come here to drive it out:
The calling of another road,
But I came here to have it out
With every demon I have known.

I must go now,
'Cause the city now knows my game,
And it won't take me back again,
It won't let me break or bend,
I came here to mend.