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Hey Joel (FAWM 2011 #12)

Posted by on 22 February 2011

This one is a collaboration with Oddbod, the performing name of one Tim Conway who lives in Kent, England. I'd wanted to write something with him since he came to FAWM. I'm writing as much as I can about our travels this year, but if you listen to Oddbod's other music you'll see I couldn't just give him my usual lyric.

It's about travel, just not in the usual manner. He tweaked the verses a little, but didn't like my chorus at all so he wrote his own, which resulted in the song being called what it's called. (In case you're interested, yes, it feels odd singing to yourself in a song, but we both wanted my voice in the background so there I am on the chorus, and also whistling behind the kazoo solo.)

Listen to 'Hey Joel'

Lyrics:

Hey Joel, its time to leave
We got somewhere else to be
So use your imagination
And you'll soon be far away

I go to work each day on the london train
sit around 'until I head back home again
they wouldn't know If I was never there
And I don't think they'd care

I hate this 9 to 5 like everyone I know
can't leave the office but I need somewhere to go
and so I drift, off to another place
A blank look on my face

Hey Joel, its time to leave
This aint where we want to be
My mind is on an jetplane
A thousand miles away

those morning meetings they never seem to end
I used to make an effort now I just pretend
Its hard to pay attention anymore
it's all become a bore

Hey Joel, its time to leave
We got somewhere else to be
So use your imagination
And you'll soon be far away

And I watch the clock
But the hands are turning slow
I'm counting down
Until its time to go
To anyplace we know but here

I've done a whole week's work by Monday afternoon
leaves me time to dream or write another tune
A so-called job, it ain't no job at all
Its staring at the wall

Hey Joel, its time to leave
This ain't where we want to be
My mind is on an jetplane
A thousand miles away

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