View From A Wooden Chair

by Jumping Fences

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released June 28, 1996

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Recorded February-April 1996 at Musicware, Toowong, Queensland

Recording engineers: Paul Draper and Geoff McGahan

Producers: Jumping Fences and Paul Draper

Mastered by Malcolm Jacobsen, Gevillea Records, Brisbane

All songs by Lachlan Hurse and Sue Monk except La Guitarra written by Otto Fernández and Amaury Pérez, and Candombe Mulato by Victor Lima.

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Jumping Fences Brisbane, Australia

Jumping Fences is an enduring musical partnership between Sue Monk and Lachlan Hurse. Their original works contain imagery and styles that reveal both an incisive insight into Australian life and a long association with Latin American culture.

Performances feature Sue's rich voice, her rhythmic guitar technique and the colour of Lachlan's innovative bass style.
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Track Name: A Crack In The Wall
Between the lightning and the thunder crack
lies the fear and the thrill
The light is blinding, the dark is holding strong
The wild night shatters where it will
And in a flash,
In that foreboding instant
The breathless moment of anticipation
It comes to me like some cruel revelation

You lured me with promises
You courted me with a handful of coins
You threatened me like a father would
Between a laugh and a cry
between a truth and the lie
I see your empty eyes

Between the moon slowly fading and the rising sun
Pale silver, glowing gold
Between the day spent and tomorrow's void
This strange world loses its disguise
And in a flash,
In that foreboding instant
The breathless moment of anticipation
It comes to me like a cruel revelation

Between a laugh and a cry
between a truth and the lie
I see your empty eyes
And in the crack in a wall
on the other side
I see a hungry child
Track Name: Up On My Feet
Up on my feet, not down on my knees
tracing a path through hot desert sand
Out and about, not wasting away
Searching the face of this ancient land

Yesterday's gone and heroes are dead
I'm one of the crowd that's looking ahead
Not marking time, not hanging around
Saying what's mine, I'm gaining lost ground

Mending a shirt
Fixing an old chair
climbing some new steps
Combing a child's hair
Walking the street
I'm crossing the road
I'm running and laughing
and singing and jumping
and shouting

Up to the mountain and down to the sea
Breathing clean air in a wasted country
My head is still clear and my legs are strong
I'll last the distance no matter how long

Turning the earth, I'm turning the wheel
Painting a picture, thinking aloud
Feeding my hunger, quenching my thirst
Up on my feet, and I'm standing firm
Track Name: La Guitarra
En la noche la guitarra,
desbaratando silencios
y enhebrando al mismo tiempo
de estrellas la madrugada.

Vivir o morir mañana,
alentados por el tiempo,
el sonido es el silencio,
y el silencio, la guitarra.

Mi vida toda es el tiempo
en que canta la guitarra;
mis días, todo el silencio
cuando la guitarra calla.
Track Name: Just Go Gently
Just go gently
Have no fear
hushed desires never grow
Take your chances
don't wait for years
or the moment's lost
before you even know

Just sing softly
but sing it clear
Sing those songs you like to hear
Take your chances
don't wait for years
or the moment's lost
before you even know

Say it strongly
let them hear
Let your whispers overflow
Take your chances
don't wait for years
or the moment's lost
before you even know
Track Name: Where Are You Going?
Left my lover again
left my dreams on the doorstep
I promise its just for one day
same promise I made yesterday
and though I understand
its more than a matter of choosing
I never could plan anyway
not in these times so confusing

All the signposts
to the borders
and roads leading nowhere

At the bus stop again
thinking of some other places
and old friends who've gone by the way
down roads I never could follow

All the signposts
to the borders
and roads leading nowhere

Held my lover again
wrapped in the soft light of dawn
watching shadows that play on our skin
stealing these moments until day begins

"Where are you going?" she said
I turned to her and smiled slowly
"It's still a rough road that I tread
and sometimes it just feels so lonely"
she said "there are many like you
who never sought privilege or power
and out on the edges you know
life is more than survival"

All the signposts
to the borders
and roads leading nowhere

All the signposts
to the borders
and roads leading nowhere
Track Name: A Poet Woke Up
A poet woke up
and looked for inspiration
the trees and the grass
dissolved before his eyes
as he stepped outside

A poet woke up
and listened very hard
but deaf to the wind
he didn't hear the call
of the currawong

Walking through the streets of the city
Searching through the ruins of times gone by
Looking for the rhyme and the reason
Searching for the words of times to come

A poet woke up
there was something in the air
the fragrance of a flower
was lost amidst the scent
of activity

A poet walked on
there were people all around
rough hands building dreams
small hands holding on
as they stepped outside

Walking through the streets of the city
Searching through ruins of times gone by
Looking for the rhyme and the reason
Searching for the words of times to come
Track Name: View From A Wooden Chair
Young girls play hopscotch on a broken path
Ageing soot blackens old brick walls
Old car tyre leans at the corner
Stray dog barks at grim passer-by

Bicycles line up at the local store
Factories crumble behind rusting iron
Graffiti grows on the railway bridge
Worker in overalls walks on home

A derelict house slumps to one side
Poster peels on a bolted gate
Its faded but not forgotten
"An injury to one is an injury to all"

Car rattles along with broken exhaust
Clouds hurry past in the driving wind
"Is this all there is?" asks the passer-by
"No" said the worker
"Its just a view from a wooden chair"