1. WHERE THE CALM COMES. (Copyright Music and lyrics Craig Hood)

SONG ABOUT A PLACE TO GET AWAY FROM IT ALL
I HAD A PARTICULAR PLACE IN MIND WHEN I WROTE THIS SONG WHICH IS NOT FAR FROM DUNKELD SCOTLAND.
IT'S A VERY PEACEFUL QUIET PLACE NEAR THE TOP OF A HILL OUT IN THE COUNTRYSIDE BY A SMALL RESERVOIR.
THE IMAGES IN THE VIDEO ARE OF LOCH RANNOCH SCOTLAND.
BECAUSE I LIKED THE WAY THE LAST CHORD IN THE CHORUS WENT INTO THE 1ST OF THE VERSE.
THE SONG IS DELIBERATELY CYCLIC IE. VERSE CHORUS VERSE CHORUS WITH NO MIDDLE 8


WHERE THE BIRDS FLY WHERE I CLIMB THE HILL
WHERE THE QUIET IS WHERE MY MIND IS STILL
WHERE I’VE BEEN TO WHERE I’M GOING TO SEE
WHERE I AM NOW IS WHERE I WANT TO BE

WHEN THE NOISE GROWS
WHEN THE WHISTLE BLOWS
WHEN THE HATE SHOWS
IS WHEN IT’S TIME TO GO

WHERE THE WINDS BLOW WHERE THE RIVER FLOWS
WHERE THE CALM COMES WHERE THE TENSION GOES
WHERE THE TREES GROW WHERE I’M FEELING FREE
WHERE I AM NOW IS WHERE I WANT TO BE

WHY THE ANGER
WHY THE ATMOSPHERE
WHY THIS HAPPENS
IS WHY I’M SITTING HERE

WHERE THE REEDS BEND WHERE THE SWANS ARE HOME
WHERE THE ROADS END WHERE THE FALLOWS ROAM
WHERE I FEEL GOOD WHERE I FEEL LIKE ME
WHERE I AM NOW IS WHERE I WANT TO BE

WHAT I’M MISSING
WHAT I FEEL I LACK
WHAT I LEARN HERE
IS WHAT WILL BRING ME BACK

WHERE MY MIND CLEARS WHERE I FEEL SERENE
WHERE I CRY TEARS WHERE I WON’T BE SEEN
WHERE I KNOW HOW WHERE I CLEARLY SEE
WHERE I AM NOW IS WHERE I WANT TO BE




2. GOING THROUGH THE WINTER. (Copyright Music and lyrics Craig Hood)
A HAPPY SONG ABOUT DEPRESSION.
IT IS SORT OF ABOUT "SAD" OR SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER (NOT SOMETHING I HAVE PERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF).
I'VE WROTE A FEW SONG LYRICS WHERE I HAD NO IDEA OF WHAT THE SONG WOULD BE ABOUT.
I JUST CLEAR MY MIND AND START WRITING ANYTHING AND IT ENDS UP BEING ABOUT WHATEVER COMES OUT.
I'M STILL FAIRLY NEW TO WRITING LYRICS AND I'M OFTEN VERY SURPRISED AT HOW I'VE
JUST CAME OUT WITH A FULL SONG IN ONE GO WHICH SOMETIMES RHYMES AND SOMETIMES EVEN MAKES SENSE.


YOUR EYES LOOK UPWARDS AT THE BLUE SKIES THAT REFLECT IN THEM
THE MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD THAT COULD HAVE BEEN MUCH BETTER
ALL THE PROMISES OF BETTER TIMES THAT DIDN’T COME BUT YOU LOOKED FORWARD TO THE
MORNING YOU WOULD WAKEN UP SURROUNDED BY THE FEELING THAT YOU’D

WAITED FOR AND YOU’D HOPE IT WAS GOING TO LAST
TO KEEP YOU GOING THROUGH THE WINTER
TO KEEP YOU GOING THROUGH THE WINTER
AND MAYBE WHEN THIS DAY WOULD COME YOUR LIFE WOULD FEEL COMPLETE
AND YOU WOULD MANAGE THROUGH THE WINTER
YOU KNOW YOU’D MANAGE THROUGH THE WINTER

IF THE SUN COULD COME AGAIN OUT IT WOULD REALLY CLEAR THE AIR UP
AND THE THOUGHTS OF ALL THE PAST TIMES COULD JUST DRIFT OFF WITH THE CURRENT
IF THE SUN CAME OUT YOU’D GET THE HOPE THAT THINGS WOULD BE MUCH BETTER
AND AFTER ALL THE CLOUDS WERE GONE
THE AIR COULD RISE AND BRING WITH IT THE FEELING THAT YOU’D

WAITED FOR AND YOU’D HOPE IT WAS GOING TO LAST TO KEEP YOU GOING THROUGH THE WINTER
TO KEEP YOU GOING THROUGH THE WINTER
AND THAT FEELING WOULD MAKE YOU COMPLETE IT WOULD HELP TO MAKE YOU FEEL
THAT YOU COULD MANAGE THROUGH THE WINTER
YOU KNOW YOU’D MANAGE THROUGH THE WINTER

AND DARKNESS COMES SOMETIMES IT CAN BE SO HARD TO FIGHT
BUT YOU MUST KEEP HEAD UP KEEP IT UP ABOVE THE WATER
THE TUNNEL SEEMS SO LONG IT SEEMS TO NEVER END
BUT THEN YOU SEE THE LIGHT COME IT KEEPS ON GETTING BRIGHTER THEN

THE SUN COMES OUT AGAIN AND THE AIR IS FULL OF BIRDSONG
AND THE THOUGHTS OF ALL THE PAST TIMES SEEM TO DRIFT OFF WITH THE CURRENT
WHEN THE SUN COMES OUT IT GUARANTEES THAT THINGS WILL GET MUCH BETTER
AND NOW THAT ALL THE CLOUDS ARE GONE
YOUR SPIRITS RISE AND THEN YOU FEEL THE FEELING THAT YOU’VE

WAITED FOR AND YOU KNOW THAT IT’S GOING TO LAST TO KEEP YOU GOING THROUGH THE WINTER
IT KEEPS YOU GOING THROUGH THE WINTER
IT’S THE FEELING THAT MAKES YOU COMPLETE IT REALLY MAKES YOU GLOW
IT KEEPS YOU GOING THROUGH THE WINTER
IT KEEPS YOU GOING THROUGH THE WINTER





3. THE TRAVELLERS. (Copyright Music and lyrics Craig Hood)
THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN IN THE SAME WAY AS GOING THROUGH THE WINTER,
SO I HAD NO IDEA WHAT IT WOULD BE ABOUT TILL I STARTED WRITING THE LYRICS.
I IMAGINED A GROUP OF PEOPLE SOMEWHERE OUT IN THE DESERT
WHO HAD BEEN TOLD THEY HAD NO CHOICE BUT GO ON A JOURNEY.
IT COULD ALSO BE SYMBOLIC OF THE TIME IN EVERYONE'S LIFE WHEN
YOU HAVE TO LEAVE YOUR FAMILY HOME AND GO OUT AND FEND FOR YOURSELF.

FIRST CAME THE DAY THEIR FORTUNES WERE TOLD
THEY WERE LED OUT TO MEET WITH THE REST OF THE CHOSEN ONES
SHOWN TO THEIR PATH THEY WENT ON THEIR WAY
AT THE START OF THE ROAD THAT WOULD LEAD TO THEIR DESTINY

LEAVING THEIR PAST IDEALS FAR BEHIND
THEY WERE LEFT TO WORK OUT IF IT'S PEACE THAT THEY'RE HEADING FOR
SOME NEEDED HELP AND SOME ACTED STRONG
AND THEY HOPED IN THEIR HEADS THAT THEIR HEARTS WOULD NOT FAIL ON THEM

WHEN CAME THE NIGHT THEY STOPPED OFF TO REST
AND THE HEAT FROM THE FIRE KEPT THEM WARM IN THEIR HEART'S PURPOSE
ALL SLEEPING NEAR IT HELPED EASE THE FEAR
AND THEY HOPED WHEN THEY SLEPT THAT THEIR DREAMS WOULD BE GUIDING THEM

SO TO THE END TOGETHER THEY STAY
AND THEIR DRIVE AND DESIRE KEEPS THEM WARM IN THEIR HEART'S PURPOSE
STILL TO THIS DAY THEY KEEP MOVING ON
THOUGH THEY'VE NEVER BEEN SEEN THEY WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON THEIR DREAM





4. HOW ARE THEY TO KNOW. (Copyright Music and lyrics Craig Hood)
SONG ABOUT A LONG TERM PATIENT IN WHAT USED TO BE CALLED A MENTAL ASYLUM
ANOTHER SONG WRITTEN WITH NO PREDETERMINED IDEA OF SUBJECT MATTER.
BEFORE WRITING THE LYRICS I LISTENED TO THE GUITAR WITH MY EYES CLOSED
AND TRIED TO THINK WHAT SORT OF FEELING THE SONG GAVE ME.
I IMAGINED BEING IN AN EMPTY CORRIDOR IN A PLACE
THAT I DEFINITELY DIDN'T WANT TO BE, BUT DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE.
THE PATIENT IS ALSO A DEAF MUTE WHICH COULD BE SYMBOLIC OF HOW
A LOT OF PEOPLE IN CARE HAVE NO SAY OVER THE WAY THEY ARE TREATED


OH I LIKE THE WAY THE SUN
CASTS THE SHADOWS OF MY BARS ACROSS MY BED SHEETS IN THE MORNING AS I RISE UP
RUB MY EYES

AND THE NURSE RETURNS ONCE MORE
GENTLY PLACES DOWN MY FOOD TRAY THEN SHE LOOKS UP WITH A SMILE AND WALKS OUT BACKWARDS
LOCKS THE DOOR

AND THE HALLWAY'S ALWAYS BARE
PEOPLE STARING AT EACH OTHER OR THE FLOORBOARDS
WALKING IN A LINE TO THE COBBLESTONE COURTYARD
WHERE OUR DUTIES FOR THE DAY WILL GIVE US PURPOSE
WILL IT HELP US WILL THEY KNOW

HOW LONG NOW
I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG I CAN’T REMEMBER
IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN NOVEMBER OR DECEMBER
MY MOTHER BROUGHT SOME PRESENTS FOR THE CHRISTMAS DO

THAT WAS WHEN I GOT MY FIRST BIKE
I COULDN’T REALLY USE IT IN THE COURTYARD
THE NURSES LET ME SIT ON IT AT BREAKFAST TIME
AS THEY FED ME AND THE GROWNUPS WITH A SPOON

AND ANOTHER DAY BEGINS
AND THE NURSES AND THE PATIENTS DO EXACTLY WHAT THEY’RE TOLD TO BY THE ONES WHO KNOW
OR WHO THINK THEY DO

AND THE HALLWAY'S ALWAYS BARE
PEOPLE STARING AT EACH OTHER OR THE FLOORBOARDS
WALKING IN A LINE TO THE COBBLESTONE COURTYARD
WHERE OUR DUTIES FOR THE DAY WILL GIVE US PURPOSE
WILL IT HELP US DO THEY CARE

AND MOTHER VISITS ME
SHE BRINGS ME FLOWERS AND SHE STAYS FOR TEA
BUT THE NURSES ONLY BOTHER ME, AND SHE CAN’T STAY FOR VERY LONG

AND I WISH THAT I COULD STAY WITH YOU
I CAN’T TALK TO YOU OR HEAR YOU
BUT BY SIMPLY BEING NEAR YOU
I CAN START TO FEEL AT EASE

AND AS THE YEARS PASS
I SIT AND LOOK OUT AT THE LONG GRASS
AND THEY KEEP THINKING THAT THEY’RE HELPING ME
BUT HOW ARE THEY TO KNOW

AND I WISH THAT I COULD STAY WITH YOU
I CAN’T TALK TO YOU OR HEAR YOU
BUT BY SIMPLY BEING NEAR YOU
I CAN START TO FEEL AT EASE




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