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Year Of The Dog

by Own Road

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1.
Seventeen 02:51
So tired of winning The shadow of penny Rolled across my eye again It’s blinking like crazy And to play the cards of winning Raise it up, then folding Hurry up I’m spinning, seventeen papers Seventeen debts Seventeen disagreements to file Higher up than over Interesting I am wearing some notions of fire It’s a daring choice of colors  I’m going out in style Going through the motions that I already filed Already filed Already filed it is feeding day it’s to be All of the other Letters and employees Mothers and the daughters, pretending to be Pretending to be Attending to me
2.
I’m going Going to try again Try again Listen fool Listen to your own rules You gotta help yourself up from this hole Don’t just curl up into a ball and don’t cheat And try to find some one who’s close to you To check up on you Get up and don’t just sit at home Move you body around And don’t just wait until later, do it now and don’t cheat I’m going Going to try again Try again Listen fool Listen to the other mules No one but you will pick you up You’re going to learn that this is the only way to find peace But I am a spinning wheel Constantly moving, but standing still I am a soft machine I am a blunted tool I am a spinning wheel Always down hill I am a spinning wheel My life is the dream, but everything around me is stinking real Freefall’s the righter way No more hiding here among the grey It’s not about what you win here The more you cling on to, the more you fear letting go You’re a ringing bell Ringing in the year, unresolved Down is up, and you’re coming down I’m going Going to try again Try again
3.
I know this trail like the back of your hand You're close to home but a long way from land Gone are the days, and failed are the plans The tide's coming in and you're stuck in the sand These are the things we will never discuss As we stare down the barrel of a blunderbuss And this year, I fear, could be the last Year of the Dog Then I picked up the scent of a friend I once knew No one would know now that friend once was you Now you bury your head in a mountain of light A dog ‘gainst a screen - that just ain’t a fair fight A new year and a new distrust What you got up your sleeve for us? And this year, I fear, could be the last Year of the Dog Toss me a bone, solitary, in the park  I’m that dog in the collar and I flash in the dark My tongue hanging out as my feet hit the track When I'd tug on the leash you would take up the slack… Now why don’t you tell me to sit or to stay? Would you wake up if I ran far away? I once was a foundling and soon I’ll be a stray And things will work out in their own messed up way Your mind is cold and it’s filled with fog Life’s passed you by like the leaping frog And this year, I fear, could be the last Year of the Dog I’m that dog in the collar and I flash in the dark My tongue hanging out as my feet hit the track When I'd tug on the leash you would take up the slack… All of the rabbits have now gone to ground We wander the dunes but we don’t hear a sound Soon the new king of the hill will be crowned Til then I’ll chase my tail round and around These are the things we will never discuss As we stare down the barrel of a blunderbuss And this year, I fear, could be the last Year of the Dog
4.
When you're an old soul in the body of a child There's only so long you can play meek and mild  Longed for the day when my feet would touch the floor Leg's in a trap and I’m chewing off my paw Now I could just mourn the me dying in the dirt And chasing anything with a pulse in a skirt You dreamed I’d stay, take the reins and saddle up  But here in the cold light I’m losing my grip If you plant the seed, then expect the wood to grow Piercing the old flagstones, shifting under your feet Say the apple never fell farther from the tree  There’s a worm inside me, like it’s eating its way free  Don’t go changing on me now I want the same thing every time, every time Just let me be Brother, I’m the fruit that fell farthest from the tree And there are dark ancient forests in me One day will I straighten my back and stand up proud? Home is where the heart dares not speak its name aloud  The dam has broken, the flood is coming down Well, am I s’posed to just wait here to drown?  Don’t go changing on me now I want the same thing every time This ink and paper, you question what it's worth But a man needs more than the food on the table You think I'm cracked, turned the whole world on its head But I am hungry and I speak with the dead
5.
We passed it on a pinewood walk That place where the path does fork Tween the brook and the hollowed out tree Your self relent took it out on me You asked it on a pinewood walk Out where the words don’t talk I drove a stick through a dried out clod And you replied with a silent nod We left it on a pinewood walk For every one thing that I’ve done wrong There’s another take and another song For every right that I’ve made wrong There’s another path that is bright and long We passed it on a pinewood walk
6.
Beige 04:24
Everything is one color now I think my eyes deceive me somehow But I get the feeling that I’ll never get it back That whole rainbow color pack In the deep bite of January There’s a hard longing for the spring No blue sky to make me free No blue sky following All the lights out in our home Now its a faded shut down monochrome  Pull the shoes back onto my feet Hit the neon lit late night back streets It’s that same old melody That comes around haunting me On a beige stool at the bar’s back Have I moved on or do I hold back? Everything is one color now As dawn breaks in København And I get the feeling that I’m slowing down As the trucks speed right out of town But soon the blue sky gonna set me free Soon the blue sky’s gonna set me free
7.
9 Out Of 9 03:31
Nine out of nine times it’s the same My mind and your mind on this train Give me a heart full of light A world where we might But nine out of nine times We refrain The doors are always open on this plane I find when I jump out, I’m back again Show me a world without chance As I forget how to dance But nine out of nine times Beyond the pale The window is shattered An old man hands you his cap No winner can give yer Another life back
8.
Jewel in the darkness Joining the black mass Falling the right way After a long day  No one knows how feral I get Some of us would like to forget  I’m going out, you stay in and fret  You won’t know how feral I get  Take me to the good times  Then get out of my mind  Stinking of last night  Running from the daylight  Get into trouble  Hide in the rubble  Bursting your bubble  I’m not your good kid  You don’t know the trouble I’m in  Every last inch of me covered in sin  Come back home so dirty, so thin Eating my lunch straight outta the bin  No one knows how feral I get Someone stop me, I need some frightening, I’m chasing the lightning  You need some me time  I’m out of my mind  Inside I’m flying  I hear you sighing  Smoke in the nighttime  Just me and the skyline  This is a fine time  To tell me that we’re done  No one knows how feral I get  Look at us, all furry and wet  I take something for the regret No one knows how feral I get, get, get, get
9.
Arrivals 04:03
I’m done waiting here at Arrivals Grounded, climbing the walls How did it end up being ‘bout survival? Keep swinging until one of us falls Swinging until one of us falls I’m off the shelf, and you, you’re one-size-fits-all One of us must have missed a trick Tied up in knots like a pretzel Tied to a house in the sticks The darkness always waiting The air I breathe, the sea I’m drowning in I’m quitting on quitting on giving a damn about About getting at you, getting the poison out There’s the kind that you drink from a bottle And the kind that you bottle up And I’m quitting on giving it up Is that your heart beating? Beating me to death, hon Bloodstains on bedlinen My skin piercing your skin A you-shaped hole shot through the me you knew A me-shaped hole where I used to be in you You go cold when I slip into the present tense, and then When I look again, we don’t make an ounce of sense What are we now but creepers where the tree fell Where we fell down We all fall down These days I’m too humpty-dumpty Maybe time I left the country Or we could spend a few more years on this roundabout String it out so no-one goes hungry Maybe time that I left the country
10.
I praise you all All of you that helped me All of your engagement It moved me into a better place, yeah I praise you all Without your help I would never have gone anywhere Without your help I would never have finished anything Without your help I would’ve been going crazy I praise you all

credits

released April 12, 2024

Lyrics by Hugh Atkinson, Guy Dale & Simon Skjødt Jensen,
Music by Simon Skjødt Jensen

Simon Skjødt Jensen:
Vocals, backing vocals, western guitar, spanish guitar, 12-string western guitar, lap steel guitar, electric guitar, baritone guitar, zither, bass, synthesizer, harmonica, piano, beats & percussion

Thomas Richard Guldsten Christensen:
Electric guitar, western guitar, spanish guitar, lab steel guitar, bass, upright bass, mandolin, synthesizer, piano, organ, Moog, vibraphone, drums

Thomas Ahlmark:
Drums

Jody Ghani Nordby:
Violin, cello

Svend Ghani Nordby:
Bass

Liv Lumia Hurtigkarl:
Backing vocals

Recorded by Thomas Richard Guldsten Christensen, Thomas Ahlmark, Simon Skjødt Jensen & Bjarke Staun at Audio Gangsters Studio & The Bunker Studios
Editing & mixing by Simon Skjødt Jensen
Co-mixing & mastering by Mads Bordinggaard Christensen at Rillbar
Cover photo by Robin Neil Pløhn Hart
Produced by Simon Skjødt Jensen with Thomas Richard Guldsten Christensen & Thomas Ahlmark

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One of the Danish alt-folk scene's finest songwriters.
Never one to follow the latest trends, he has for more than a decade charted his own unique course through the Danish music scene. Ultimately the destination is always the same: the great flowing river of song, which he has a rare gift for tapping into with melodies that feel at once brand new and ancient. ... more

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