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Production Notes: All songs written by Euan Kennedy and Graeme Hush and © 1996,1997,1998 except "It is I", written by Paul Davis and © 1992 Doozle Music

All songs arranged by 'hungry'

Recorded by Pete Sforcina at the RMC Duntroon (Canberra, Australia) Bandroom Recording Facility; assistant engineer Steve Bowles; mixed down by Pete and Euan

Mastered at Studio 301 - Sydney, Australia by Don Bartley

Additional Lyric; "OK, when you're ready ..." by Pete

Studio Photography by Shane Elsmore

General photography, layout and design by Amanda (Leach) Waite (cover photos), Euan Kennedy and Emma Jackman

• Mon 'the glue' Hall: Keys and Backing Vocals
• Wes 'a 2 on a par 5' Falconer - Bass Guitars
• Amanda 'thocks' Leach - Drums and all things percussive
• Euan 'time wasting and nose blowing' Kennedy - Rhythm and Lead Guitars
• Graeme 'the boss of words' Hush - Vocals
• Milton 'mixerhands' Davis** - Live Sound

** 'Hungry' suggests that you always keep a bottle of Milton in the kitchen. It is useful in scores of ways - helps to keep fish fresh, milk from souring, fruit and vegetables from going bad. To prevent colds and other infections spreading through a family, use Milton in washing up. Apply Milton instantly to burns or scalds. For cuts and grazes, the best first aid you can apply is Milton. Ask your chemist for the Milton Home Uses Leaflet
(1949 Milton advertisement reproduced with the written permission of 'Procter and Gamble')

Thanks: Our families and friends

• Nigel Leach, Luke Falconer, Doug Mather, Annie Marootians, Matt Moore
• Special gratitude expressions to Geoff and Jenny Moore, Lindsay and Linda Mee, Jeremy Parkinson, David Tredinnick,
• AND all the animated people who jumped, slammed and danced at our gigs
• Extra helpings of gratitude to Pete Sforcina for time, energy and comradeship
• Exclusive and eternal thanks to our Lord God almighty.

Lyrics: 

(all songs all rights reserved lyrics used by permission © 1998 ‘hungry’)

plumbline freedom, more than a state of mind no mind, wasting, all the colours and assorted hues, breaking away from the deadwood in the weeds of time, holding on, to crowded debris, you’ll see things change, churning and twisting, spewing out dragons, giant killers dissipate and hide. i can’t be what you want me to be and i can’t go where you think i should be yes i am me i’m unique in eternity. reflections, they fade too easily, mirrored in this juncture of space and time, falling away, from old plumblines of grace and hope, drifting away, coasting, just floating in shadows rocks jut out, white water emotions, turbulent chasms, moving towards the emerging abyss. i can’t be what you want me to be and i can’t go where you think i should be yes i am me i’m unique in eternity. God help me see what you called me to be help me grow beyond doubts that are hiding me you are ‘i am’ you are here you are now be in me

move your hope gets frayed, holding on is a searchlight, the switching blade, separate like a headlight,  moving is freedom, decaptivate, internalize reckless inferno, reactivate. contentment means you know who you are knowing your name, less of you there is more for you. righting the inside, new heart and mind, care full is cared for, new heart’s design. moving is freedom

it is i this is madness so much sadness i’ve never known, this is crazy i’m so lazy i could have drowned, somewhere in a faded dream i’ve heard the voice of a young man scream, i knew at once it was i. there’s a teardrop i could not stop landing on my eye, there’s a space now in my mind and i don’t know why, only memories remind me of histories something i did, now i’m looking at myself and i don’t know where i am, somewhere a heart still beats, somewhere down this lonely street, i knew at once it was i. lift me up when i fall, it’s been a long long time since i heard your call, call me blessed call me, lord, call me one of your children tonight. it’s so easy when you’re sleepy to lose your way, too much lonely if only i’d known yesterday, seems such a long way to go, come this far and have not much to show, oh jesus, don’t let me go, this is i

anathema the spots are blinding now, the roar much stronger now, this attention is anathema, just misguided egomania, unholy war. the moments lift me high, my heart is nullified, escaping this hysteria, sliding deep into interior, no safety zone. leave me, i need you now, hide me, i don’t know how. show me how to be all i want to be, tell me what to say tell me how i should play. what they need to see is too hard for me, tell me what to say tell me how i should play. when they covet my grace wanting much more from me they continue to invade my space and insecurities, all the more i defy acting like i’m abused, it does nothing to replace the hope that hangs around with truth. the fire begins to fade, the reason starts to sway, but reminded of the sweating blood i can claw out if the rising mud, i’m never alone. your will is hard but never lost, you hold the cards i count the cost. when they press to my face i just look through your eyes and see people who are starving for the faith to learn to fly. ‘til they’ve found what i’ve found i will love with your love, now i’m trusting that your sacrifice is love enough

a season the rain it falls a season belated, the empty calls its place reinstated, the journey yawns the hopeful dawn does slowly awaken, with roses the thorns, with wholeness the torn, with beauty the fading. run within, hide within. the numbness ebbs the cutting serrated, a light that invades its presence debated. the simple things, the listening, the laughing the aching. in wilderness one faithfulness to hearts that are breaking. hold me now, hold me now.  i am running to stay and i am watching the white drift into grey. hold me now. i am speeding in flight and i am waiting the night into decay. i am reaching the bold and i am sensing the right to live beyond hold. fighting the fight, facing the hurt, plead with the light to erase all the dark, exposing the layers of opening hearts

identified steven had hands and feet and a beating heart, when did life start really. jackie  had to live on the street, she expired well beaten. nobody spoke a word, nobody acted like they heard. someone please hear me god are you there? you’d better be who you said you were. stuff’s going down, on you we will have to depend, for the likes of her. peter didn’t know where to turn, tormented, abused, name one excuse; hey, @%#$ name one excuse. jenny had a lot to learn, they said that she’d never make the grade, told that she’d never be the person that she had hoped to be. victims of this emptiness, victims of this age, needing acceptance now to re-engage. voiceless nameless nobodies, hoping to turn the page, hoping to turn their backs upon this rage. he was whipped and scorned, the scourge the lies, the crown of thorns. he didn’t have to cry, he didn’t really have to die for the victims of this emptiness, victims of this age, he is the one who can maintain the rage. didn’t do anything wrong yet every hidden one belongs, though you’re gone in him you’ll rise again

same overall theme changes; sleeping sameness rages, caught in plastic cages, minds replace the one hope changes; cascade down the endless slope. there’s no reason, can’t stop feeling,, i have stalled at the point of healing, growing flowing, relentlessly reaching for you. changes; walking feeling different, wondering where life went, new horizon dawning, changes; fear reflects its yawning warning. changes like this. same overall theme, but slight variations to the scheme. the risk is in your mind, your heart is not so hard to find. changes; my soul still isn’t at home, spirit painfully groans, spinning on the one spot changes; a chance to maybe lose the lot. changes like this. same overall theme but slight variations to the scheme. arriving next to me i can’t recognize just who i am, who i am. there’s not a reason, to give up this fight nor a season, no day or no night just a healing, that comes with the break, a sealing that cuts through the wake and there’s no context, there’s no pretence, to accept that change is reflex. working, searching, consciously reaching for you

the view from here do i want solutions or do i crave confusion? do i want real answers or just to take my chances? will i stand resistant or just negate existence? fight against the truth now or just ignore my heart now? why don’t i cry why don’t i try to be all that i am and all that i can be? why can’t i hear why can’t i be true to all that i feel and all that i want to view? can’t see the hunger cry, nor the heartache magnify, can’t sense the questioning nor the endless wondering, i can’t tell the pending lie can’t conceal it can’t defy, can’t second guess your call i can’t catch before you fall. can’t really understand your immense and mighty plan, i can’t get the picture clear choose to stay in blinded fear, i can’t be a guiding hand nor an omnipresent fan, i can’t meet your heart’s desire. but you say; i can treat the burning, i can calm the yearning, i can be there waiting, love’s anticipating. through your eyes i’m, seeing deeper, seeing wider, seeing stronger, lasting longer, growing wiser, getting clearer, getting surer, moving nearer, i can see it now, i can see them now, i can see you now, i can, i can, i can, i can, i can. i can see the hunger cry and the heartache magnified, can sense the questioning and the endless wondering, i can see the pending lie can’t conceal it if you try, i can second guess your call, i can catch before you f…

home home, home, need to find a way to find my home. spaces too immense for boundaries, fading silhouettes, etching lines of hope towards kaleidoscope, picket lined defence, a trench right through my soul, an offence against my home, home, scanning deeper thoughts to seek this home, inventory awash just drifting, concepts flying by, blurring clarity and framing liberty, finally a light that breathes a warmth into the cold. this world is not my home. home, knowing who I am in you is home. living breathing walking with you home. never more depart, your home is in my heart

insane thinking, about my life to understand it trying. helpless, deep inside a hunger widens. it’s hard to believe with innocence dying, it’s really naïve to ignore the doubts and the questions why and ah, it’s insane, never wanting to receive knowing real love surrounds me, my soul is in pain. oh, it’s not a game, never seek to be a star never play without a boundary. there’s nothing to gain. strugglin’, with the night i’m losing sight defying. hoping to fill this void this hunger keeps on crying. it’s hard to believe, but it’s harder still not to, i have to receive by faith not by sight because i’m drowning in this refuse. i have been saved because i knew that i was hanging and i had the guts to let go, inviting you in. my soul now engraved with the promise and the purpose and the seal guaranteed yes. it never gives in.  Oh …

i’m dizzy stalking in hope, seeking response, dangling rope, intentions intense, desperate in silence searching for signs, soliciting dreams, flashing of eyes creating new schemes. spinning over the edge spinning down to the ground getting dizzy and imagining there’s more than you’ve found. spinning out into space, spinning round and around, never knowing never seeing never hearing the sound of the still small voice that is calling your name. internal violence. seeing the truth, facing that lie, bruising the fruit of muffling cries. games haven’t worked, games that confuse, no sense of belonging, purpose abused. he is calling your name

dormant do you remember me? i can’t explain this hollow sigh, when i’ve tried i just can’t sleep and i don’t know why. i’m deeply hidden behind this mask of tired innuendos driving questions i don’t want to ask. it seems the closer i get to you the harder it is to see you. i want to be the one, called not stalled but i know that’s hard so i just don’t eat and i don’t know why. i need to be with you,  beyond the wall that i hit each time i wander, walking tough i just can’t cry. never had reason to doubt you, your faithfulness through it all is true. i know when i’m weak then you are strong. it’s hard to put my finger on just what it is that compels me, except that you love me. not satisfied to play around, to fit the shape that they have found. i want you to free me, i want you to free me, free me, free me, free me, free me, free me, free me. you still remember me. when i talk to them and open up my heart i lose my sight and i don’t know why. i need to talk to you, i need to know your mind but when i do i just don’t listen and i don’t know why. it seems the closer i get to you, the harder it is to see. i know that you love me. you still remember me. i need you to free me. i know that you love me, you still remember me

napoleon lonely years just pass right by. pacing up and down wondering why. shallow platitudes that sketch the broken heart then walk away an opportunity blown apart. we can’t begin again because we can’t begin again. it’s far too late to speculate that we could sing again. but what is life without a hope and what is faith without a dream, what could it mean to just, begin again. pride portrays the picture of our focused fear, unspoken words the tension never disappears. it’s far too big for tender human hearts and narrow human minds to determine what we only ever re-define. then kick and scream until at last we touch the maker’s hand, the peace now floods our aching souls we’ll try to understand. we talk about our busy day we laugh a while, but never once our precious inner space defiled. the photo frame of reference never challenged always strong now ‘lies’ a wasted shell of memories and stored….unfinished songs