Intention and the Act
from Almost at the Ivory by James Parry
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lyrics
You carry callous thoughts
And moral stones to talk with
Judge post-haste
And with careless aim
So you send them spinning at my face
Your righteous eyes went wild
My failed bid to court you
Turned to trial
By your fire
Sharply spied in your vehement gaze
As crudely I’m
Cast in place
With your cronies spitting curses my way
If I confess it, dear
I’m on the edge of nothing
And the path from here
Is a tired trail
Going nowhere like a dog at his tail
Convinced you’re what I need
I should’ve seen this coming
But I planted feet,
In desperate soil
I cupped my hands and I begged for the spoils
It’s always like this
I mainly lose
And when I win, it’s hollow, stale and obtuse
In my own contest
Forces control if I win or I lose
But the fact that I’m playing, I can choose
Though compulsion insists when good reasons are few
But what’s it all to you?
It didn’t look like that
From your enlightened corner
So you rolled me back
Like a rotten ball
Dressed me up in one-size-fits-us-all
Suppose I could appeal
Plead with my fist of reasons
But they just won't stick
I can’t go back
My intentions missed the boat to the act
In a rolling wind
They were blown away
With my excuses for the way I behaved
And moral stones to talk with
Judge post-haste
And with careless aim
So you send them spinning at my face
Your righteous eyes went wild
My failed bid to court you
Turned to trial
By your fire
Sharply spied in your vehement gaze
As crudely I’m
Cast in place
With your cronies spitting curses my way
If I confess it, dear
I’m on the edge of nothing
And the path from here
Is a tired trail
Going nowhere like a dog at his tail
Convinced you’re what I need
I should’ve seen this coming
But I planted feet,
In desperate soil
I cupped my hands and I begged for the spoils
It’s always like this
I mainly lose
And when I win, it’s hollow, stale and obtuse
In my own contest
Forces control if I win or I lose
But the fact that I’m playing, I can choose
Though compulsion insists when good reasons are few
But what’s it all to you?
It didn’t look like that
From your enlightened corner
So you rolled me back
Like a rotten ball
Dressed me up in one-size-fits-us-all
Suppose I could appeal
Plead with my fist of reasons
But they just won't stick
I can’t go back
My intentions missed the boat to the act
In a rolling wind
They were blown away
With my excuses for the way I behaved
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from Almost at the Ivory,
released April 15, 2011
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James Parry Melbourne, Australia
James Parry lives in Melbourne, Australia and writes independent pop songs.
Originally from
Tasmania, James has performed at premier Tasmanian festivals including Falls, Taste of Tasmania, Party in the Paddock and Cygnet Folk Festival and supported such quality Australian acts as Alex Lloyd and The Gin Club.
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