Five Miles High

I am five miles high

I am five miles low

I’m not ready to stay

I’ve got nowhere to go

Easy like snow falling down

Falling like snow falls in the cold April sun

I could go anywhere but I’d stay

Tomorrow may be a much better day

Falling like rain falling down

Falling like rain falls in the warm April sun

Don’t rain on my parade

Sun shines on a rainy day

I am five miles high

I am five miles low

I’m not ready to stay

I’ve got nowhere to go

Easy like snow falling down

Falling like snow falls in the cold April sun

Don’t rain on my parade

Sun shines on a rainy day

Sun shines on a rainy day

Written, performed and produced

by Christopher Livings

Wash Me Away

The church bells chime one last time

The wind picks up before it dies down

It brushes through the streets of this old town

These memories won’t bring us down

And while a summer comes that might as well be our last

I trick myself into believing I am wiser than in the past

And so I’m waiting for the waves to come crashing in

And I know I’m only dreaming this old dream

Wash me away

Take me away

Let me begin all over again

Wash me away

So now I’m watching from a thousand miles away

And I wonder could there be a better day

The dark clouds gather and the mighty rain begins

I just hope that I can wash away my sins

Wash me away

Church

This song started as a jam session between me and Lutz and evolved into a deep and harrowing visit to the mythical river Styx that evokes images of spirits, ghosts and demons knocking on the hull of the little boat we floated down the river with.

Written and performed by Christopher Livings & Lutz Bolinius

Driving Home

I am driving home

to the place where I belong

postcards from friends

I hold them in my hand

roads go on for miles

they expand and they compress

until I reach that door

to the place where I belong

and I’m home

and I’ll stay

at least until

I have to go away

I feel like a sailor who shipped the seven seas

I was a spaceman in outer space

satellites and far far worlds

was it something that impressed you

something that I said

this is my name

this is who I am

And I’ll wait

until I’m home

at least until

I have to go away

I always thought that time was cruel

but it’s indifferent

that those who play by the rules

don’t always win in the end

And while we stumble the world is

looking away

while what we used to love

just fades away

driving home

A handwritten note

on an old envelope

to tell my future self

how I felt

never really home

always on the run

and I dreamt I would be free

and one day I would be

so I drive

until I’m home

at least until

I have to go away

something happens that I

just cannot explain

seems like the other cars are

coming my way

colours and shapes of the world

fall into place

peacefully drifting along

at least for today

Driving home

written, performed and produced

by Christopher Livings