Kendal Road

by Daniel Williamson

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Live album recorded at Orange Studios, Penmaenmawr on 19th February 2015.

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released 22 February 2015

Daniel Williamson - Guitar/Vocals
Ian Cunniff - Cajon/Rhythm guitar/Backing vocals

Mixed and mastered by Russ Hayes

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Track Name: Rock
We've gotta figure out a way off of this rock
Its like a paradise, but its hell

Present yourself as some kind of beauty,
but inside there's something else

Always negative on the news screens,
give it time, and then you're gone

Fear is what you serve to your enemies
Keep control, and keep them numb.

We've gotta figure out a way off of this rock.
Track Name: Words Behind The Wall
With enthusiasm gone
Thinking all you need is here
From the many faces showing sold
They drained you of your tears
Now they whisper to themselves
Cos they think that you don't know
What are words behind the wall
Laughing at you lose control.

There's a fly on the window
Bottles on the floor
Smoke haze in the room
A damp on these walls
And all this begins
With a knock at the door
From either a neighbor
Or a uniform
Dragging your life out
From hours to days
They say your'e a bomb
But your'e more of a blaze
You shout at the sky
Nobody comes
Even though your all heart
There's nothing you have done wrong

So what are words behind the wall
Laughing at you lose control

Be good to yourself
And remember in time
How it all can just fold
Love become lies
And they whisper to themselves
Cos they think that you don't know
What are words behind the wall
Laughing at you lose control
Track Name: Don't Chose To Hate Anybody
Don't pass the suffering you see
When its in the eyes of the ones you love
Don't chose to hate anybody
Its just you know, they know, and thats enough

Murdering the poor
Without counting the tears
Greed is something
That trully exists
You know im real
Then you must be real too

You can't, can't get sober.

Pretend you've got something for sale
But your product is rough
Now your questioning what i say
Close your eyes ive got more
This cocky curse has been created
This government must fall
Hands in the cash for our charities
For smack and oil
You cant get sober at all.