Be Where You Are
by Den Miller
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Your House
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Be Where You Are
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I Feel Alive
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".... he is writing some amazing songs and performing better than ever .... blown away with the things he is writing about and how he is using his lyrics. Definitely a must see, must buy for anyone interested in great songs. A wonderful artist, don't miss this!"
Cathryn Craig and Brian Willoughby, on "Be Where You Are"
Cathryn Craig and Brian Willoughby, on "Be Where You Are"
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released 01 September 2009
Album written and performed by Den Miller
Album written and performed by Den Miller
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- Track Name: It Might Not Rain Everywhere
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It Might Not Rain Everywhere
Don’t ask me how I feel, I might just go on and tell you
How I’m still under the spell you cast when your love ran free
Don’t ask me how I feel, cos I know it won’t affect you
How I’m failing to forget you like you’ve forgotten me
Don’t ask me how I feel
Chorus
And it really comes to something when the best that I can hope for
Each and every day, this is all I’m aiming for
Today it might not rain everywhere, it might not rain all of the time
Today there might be a moment, one minute you’re not on my mind
Your face might not haunt me everywhere and mine might even crack in a smile
Today it might not rain everywhere, it might not rain all of the time
Don’t ask me how I know that you’ve found another soul mate
How I know for me it’s too late now, still I can’t let go
Don’t ask me how I know how you’re once again enchanted
With all the joy I took for granted not so long ago, don’t ask me how I know
Don’t ask me how it goes, cos it’s going very slowly
I still think about you only, and that’s all I do
Don’t ask me how it goes - time’s not faded all these feelings
I should let time do my healing, but I don’t want to
Don’t ask me how it goes
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: One Day The First Shall Be Last
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One Day The First Shall Be Last
There once was a poor man, unclothed and unfed
He didn’t have much, but what he did have he shared
“When it comes to the judgement” he said “I’m not scared
It’s good news for me, my lads, here’s what I read”
Chorus
One day the first shall be last
And the rich get to pay for the sins of the past
They won’t get through the eye of that needle so fast
One day the first shall be last
Well the poor man he died and without further ado
He was straight up outside heaven to join in the queue
Beyond the gates was a beautiful view
“Hallelujah!” he cried “now I know that it’s true, that...”
He was still with the entrance half a mile away
With the queue like Alton Towers on a fine summer’s day
When a noise from behind meant he had to give way
And a Rolls Royce swept past causing quite a mêlée
The rich man at the wheel, he couldn’t hide his delight
But all the angels got the gates and the car rolled inside
And a party began and it lasted 3 nights!
“Wait a minute!” said the poor man “have I got this right? I thought....”
“Excuse me St Peter, I don’t mean to be rude”
Said the poor man, days later at the front of the queue
“But what was with all the music and the banquet of food?"
"I thought things were different if you were a rich dude”
“Cos it looked like his life, unlike mine, has been great"
"The kind of a lifestyle it says that you hate”
“But you let his Roller straight in through the gate!"
I wondered if maybe I was in the wrong place, I thought...”
“Well”, said St Peter, “just to calm all your fears"
"People like you are what we normally get here”
“But he’s the first one who’s snuck through in 500 years!"
"So naturally, we cracked open some beers!”
So come all you rich folk, if you want to be sure
Sell your possessions and give to the poor
You can’t take it with you and still fit through the door
Well, at a billion to one, I’d say the odds are quite poor
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: Oh, For A Dream
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Oh, For A Dream
Chorus
Oh, for a dream, for a vision
Oh, for a scheme, for a mission
Then I’d start up every day, a path of fire to light my way
I’d know exactly what to do, I’d know exactly what to say
Oh, for a dream, for a vision
Do you ever think of the start?
What made a man build a great ark?
Or walk on the seabed willing it dry?
Or just for a carpenter willing to die?
For all of the pain and the ridicule
Useful is a nightly talk from the Almighty
They didn’t need faith - they knew
A powerful thing is belief
Gives dubious dreams a chance to succeed
A man with his destiny known
He draws and he leads all the lost and alone
The crowds are expectant to hear his goals
He can make from us suicide bombers
Or beautiful helpful souls
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: You Won't Tell Me What To Think
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You Won't Tell Me What To Think
One of my failings is to hop over the railings and cross the road wherever I like
If the red man’s showing that’s my signal for going, keep left, I’ll walk on the right
And if you say that it’s detestable to have so much cholesterol I’ll go and have a burger and chips
And if you’re gonna count my units with a view to try and prune it then I’ll raise another glass up to my lips
Chorus
Cos you won’t tell me what to think, no you won’t tell me what to think
I might be teet’rin’ on the brink. I might be wrong in every aspect but to me that’s just fantastic
And you won’t tell me what to think
Everyone is frettin’ that we’re in for Armageddon because of the pollution we cause
I used to have no problem that it’s all to do with carbon till the government told me it was
You see, when everyone’s agreed on exactly what we need, well that’s the moment I think maybe that it’s not
So the more you try and frighten then the more I’ll turn the light on and whack the central heating up a notch
According to the adverts everything I have is no good I need loads of things to make me content
A perfect way of living and a perfect body with it - they’re all mine, if only I spend
But don’t expect me then to latch on to the latest silly fashion looking stupid just to try and cause a stir
Cos no matter what they sell you if I think it’s dumb I’ll tell you and I won’t be suckered just because you were
I might believe in angels and that love can really change all, I might believe in heaven and hell
Show me all the movies where they just go and disprove it and I’ll probably believe all those as well
I might believe the earth is square, made by aliens who care, I might believe the earth’s a disc and that it’s flat
I might believe it’s all supported by an astronomic tortoise with four giant elephants upon its back
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: What's It Take To Make You Smile Again?
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What's It Take To Make You Smile Again?
Some say the glass is half empty, and some say the glass is half full
But you say it’s made out of plastic, and others got more than you
Well, it may be true the design isn’t new and it might have a crack down one side
But at least your glass still holds water, and much more besides
Chorus
If you count your blessings it’s not so depressing
You’ll find you’ll be counting all day See the Pied Piper lead all of your demons away
But even their banishment feels like a punishment
What’s it take to make you smile again?
What’s it take to make you smile again?
Some people curse the darkness, while others will light up a flame
But you seem to curse every candle as well as complain
And don’t even start on the weather, cos I know just what you’re going to say
It’s either too hot or too cold or there’s too much or not enough rain
Everyone stands at life’s entrance, rolls a few dice before the game
If you get three sixes you’re loaded with riches or fame
Well, you got a six and a six and a three, and still you decide to complain
Well go back and roll them again if you like, see if you get that lucky again
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: Sleep My Baby
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Sleep My Baby
Go to sleep my baby, stop all of your cryin’
Go to sleep my baby, your mum and I were flyin’
Go to sleep my baby, you really picked your time tonight
Go to sleep my baby, morning won’t be long
Go to sleep my baby, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong
Go to sleep my baby, before the moment’s gone tonight
Since your mother’s been your mother we’ve discovered you’re a bother when it comes to love
Little bundle loud as thunder, it’s a wonder Eve never said to Adam “Honey, one’s enough!”
Go to sleep my baby, close those little eyes
Go to sleep my baby, ‘til morning would be nice
Go to sleep my baby, you’ll end up as an only child
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: Your House
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Your House
I went to your house, you would not be there
So like a thief I could rummage through your things without a care
To your secret hideout, where a normal child’s game
Of hide and seek turned life or death and brought you fame
Oh yeah
Chorus
Just a little girl when she was found
Just a little girl who wrote it down
Just a little girl in Amsterdam
Just a little girl, just a little girl
I went to your house, you would not be there
Surely you would have moved on by now to play elsewhere
It had been a long time, it had been a long haul
And it was only a story after all
Oh yeah
I went to your house, but you were still there
So like a thief I had to explain myself under your glare
You were under my skin, I was feeling your pain
I was there with you in World War 2 crammed on that train
Oh yeah
And had you but lived a month longer to see
The liberation you deserved, would anyone know your piece of history?
Would anyone remember in this city of dope and ladies of the night?
Would anyone be queuing all the way down the street to see this humble sight?
Would anyone remember the injustice and inhumanity you braved?
Would they be coming from all over the world if you’d come through this unscathed?
I went to your house, just one house of many, just one death of many
Just wondering if any like you would be saved if the tanks rolled in today
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: I'd Just Rather Be Me
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I'd Just Rather Be Me
It just seems a little confusing trying to work out where you fit in
People seem to say you’re no good if you’re not doing the same as them
They try to sell you a contradiction that makes you safely mainstream
But at the same time totally different, so you can get your 15 seconds of fame, and ...
Chorus
Maybe someday it will happen - I’ll hide behind plaster and paint
But right now I’ve done with the wrapping; I won’t try to be what I ain’t
And I hope I don’t become the person people tell me that I should be
So what you get is what you see - I’d just rather be me
I never was the best at anything and it’s likely that I never will be
But I won’t give up doing anything just cos someone does it better than me
Never had the crowds buzzing round me - that would mean working too hard
But I don’t mind that nobody found me cos mostly it’s just a charade, but ...
I don’t need a tick on my t-shirt; I don’t need three stripes on my shoes
I don’t need a name on my trousers; Who I am is not what I consume
I just can’t think like marketing muppets, wondering what you’ll pay for a brand
As they sit there working out what it stands for
As if some dumb company can, but ...
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: Be Where You Are
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Be Where You Are
I’m driving through the valley looking for a quiet spot
A fighter jet squadron gives it all that they’ve got
In the isolated car park in the beauty and space
A car stereo with a thumping bass
Now up upon the lonely windy moor
A guy’s getting excited about the football score
Higher up the mountain I admire the views
A woman phones her friend and shouts the latest news
I went away from the city stink
I went away for some time to think
I went up here for some peace and quiet
I might as well have been in a riot
Why can’t you be where you are?
In the supermarket by the fruit and veg
I hear a young woman really on the edge
Half a conversation to an unseen friend
Oblivious to shoppers, she’s going round the bend
She shouts to the tomatoes sitting on the shelf:
“He swore on his little boy’s life he wasn’t seeing someone else”
But she lets the people know in fact that this was not the case
With a volley of expletives in a stranger’s face
Then things get even absurder
Turns out she’s planning a murder
She says “I’m gonna kill the two timing get!”
“Excuse me, can I get a courgette?”
Why can’t you be where you are?
With their GPS and their satellites viewing
They know where you are and they know what you’re doing
They know who you’re with and how fast you are going
They know what you’re seeing, so they know what you’re knowing
And sometimes they know so much, that it’s true
You’re often the one who knows least about you
And with all the distractions from near and from far
You’re way too often the one who knows least where you are
Whenever and wherever, everybody’s on call
Oo where do you get any respite from it all?
If your mind’s always busy and your soul is bought
Where do you get the space to find original thought?
And what’s the point of talking about it even if you did?
You don’t know if they were listening to a word that you said
They might be wrapped up in at least one other pursuit
You could be dancing right in front of them in your birthday suit
So take note of your situation
Switch off, enjoy the location
Pretend that there’s no one to text to
Talk to the person you’re next to!
Why can’t you be where you are?
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: I Feel Alive
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I Feel Alive
What can you do when there’s only grey sky?
It’s been raining for weeks but inside you’ve run dry
Been cursed with fatigue when you need to be strong
When you can’t change the big things and the little things go wrong
Choose your own distraction from the run-of-the-mill
Slip into some other world and for a moment time stands still
I’ll choose to escape to try to find some new quotes
And try to find something new from these same dozen notes, and...
Chorus
I’m alive, music’s playing through my brain tonight, and I feel alive
I’m alive, music’s spraying through my veins tonight, and I feel alive
I can’t force myself to be suddenly inspired
No ink on this paper, I’m down and I’m tired
Starved of ideas, just feeding off the crumbs
Think it’s deserted me forever, but then suddenly it comes and...
What is a singer without any song?
When the well dries up empty, the caravan moves on
When the one thing you’re good at is fading away
Can you have something to sing without something to say? But...
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: How Did We Make It To Here?
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How Did We Make It To Here?
We whizz round in space in a miracle. A bit closer in and we’d fry
A bit further out we’d be frozen, except perhaps a week in July
And if the earth was a little bit smaller, we’d float off in space and be lost
And if the earth was a little bit bigger, gravity would have us all squashed
Chorus
But somehow we seem to survive
Hanging on year after year
But if you think it’s amazing we were ever alive
Tell me ... how did we make it to here?
Cos ever since Cain bumped off Abel, we’ve been determined to get ourselves dead
You’d think we’d learn not to trust all the nutters, but we ask them to lead us instead
And as the nutters have got stranger and stronger and millions of people have died
It’s just surprising no nutter’s hit the nuclear button, though Lord knows a few of them tried
We say we’re intelligent beings and that’s true to a greater extent
But although there’s been loads of intelligence, you might wonder where it all went
Is it waiting for internet shopping to come? Is it sozzled on supermarket gin?
Is it sat watching telly all day to the point where it’s lost all the use of its limbs?
Still we’re no nearer Utopia, though the road there’s so obvious it shines
But the rich take control while the poor take the crumbs, everyone else thinks that everything’s fine
They say “By George! We’re a civil society!” But the fabric is stretched very thin
Just start a rumour there’s a shortage of petrol, and watch us fight over bread and baked beans
So what are the odds for the future? Cos people need telling so much
Which end to open their pack of pistachios and a warning it may contain nuts
And countless other patronising messages; why we need these is anyone’s guess
Is it cos we’re all dangerously stupid? Sadly, the answer is, YES!!
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller - Track Name: Hold On
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Hold On
I don’t want to say that things will get better
Because they have a way of doing what they like
And in any case it doesn’t really matter
Good or bad I’d say you just need to keep trying
Cos the storm isn’t quite over after pounding down most of your lifetime’s work
It still hangs round, in this paralysing cloud that’s even worse
So you try but you hate it, your smile’s only painted
Your present is hurting, your future’s uncertain
Your compass is set wrong and all hope is gone, but hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
And I don’t want to say I’ve travelled down that tunnel
And that it’s just a phase and soon you’ll see the light
Cos maybe that’s the day, or maybe an inferno
So good or bad I’ll save that for another time
But I’m here and I will let my presence speak for me, my silence tell its tale
And my embraces give my best advice at a time when words have failed
So you try but you hate it, your smile’s only painted
Your compass is set wrong and all hope is gone, but hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2009 Den Miller
