The days have gone against us. (1988)

Tim Brickley

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"Work your job near every day to earn and spend and pay and pay. Freedom is a funny thing, sometimes it don't mean anything." What's it all about, Davy? Early drum loop demo. One of the besties in the Songbook, still without a definitive version. Efforts continue. Written by Tim Brickley and David Rheins. Produced and engineered by Tim Brickley.

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The days have gone against us. (1989)

Tim Brickley

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"Work your job near every day to earn and spend and pay and pay. Freedom is a funny thing, sometimes it don't mean anything." What's it all about, Davy? 1989 attempt, with Scott Engel on drums, and Don (furniture Read more

"Work your job near every day to earn and spend and pay and pay. Freedom is a funny thing, sometimes it don't mean anything." What's it all about, Davy? 1989 attempt, with Scott Engel on drums, and Don (furniture designer, moved to the Carolinas) on bass. One of the besties in the Songbook, still without a definitive version. Efforts continue. Written by Tim Brickley and David Rheins. Produced and engineered by Tim Brickley.

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The days have gone against us. (1988) + (1989) / TIM BRICKLEY

"Work your job near every day to earn and spend and pay and pay. Freedom is a funny thing, sometimes it don't mean anything." What's it all about, Davy? V.1988 is early drum loop demo w/ TB on all instruments/vox. V.1989 is with Scott Engel on drums and Don (furniture designer, moved to the Carolinas) on bass, TB on everything else. One of the besties in the Songbook, still without a definitive version. Efforts continue. Written by Tim Brickley and David Rheins. Produced and engineered by Tim Brickley.

 

THE DAYS HAVE GONE AGAINST US

(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

 

Here it is again, the inevitable end.

Roll tears, pout mouth, shut up and get out.

Hurl our world away with words,

why and why and cry and cry.

 

   The days have gone against us.

   The days have gone against us.

 

Don’t know what tomorrow brings, my day is packed with little things.

Get up, eat up, wash up and get out and

wander ‘round with people milling

‘round and ‘round and up and down.

 

   The days have gone against us.

   The days have gone against us.

 

Work your job near every day, to earn and spend and pay and pay

Freedom is a funny thing, sometimes it don’t mean anything.

 

Everybody comes and goes, everybody wants to know

what it’s all about in words that rhyme and make you want to dance.

Work your spirit to the bone, then they drag your lame ass home

 

    The days have gone against us.

    The days have gone against us.

 

Here it is again, the inevitable end.

 

                                                                Copyright 1987, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins

 

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