Song background and Tom's comments

The longest song on the album is also quite a nice closer, according to my friend Tom, because it's that epic ending that nobody really cares about. I happen to agree. It's also the only one (as far as I can remember) that features both piano and ukulele at the same time. Hooray!

Audio

Listen to Watching Paint Dry - this is an audio stream of the .mp3 version that is available for purchase using the "Add to Cart" button above. Downloaded MP3 quality will be higher than this streamed version.

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Videos

Videos for Watching Pain Dry. These are recorded as live acoustic versions on a web cam. You can listen to the final recorded version above and that is what is available for purchase as a download MP3 or on the CD.

There are 3 songs included on this video asking for help from viewers on what top produce next. Introduction, then at

3:22 Watching paint dry,
4:17 We made a film,
5:00 Song about a person on a train

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Lyrics

Lyrics for Watching Pain Dry

I'm sitting here in hope that I
Can get some peace of mind,
And I'm hoping that the paint fumes
Will provide me with the time
To think about how I will go
And turn this house into a home
For all of us.

I painted it on monday and
It's drying still today.
And off the walls but on my mind's
That horrible wallpaper
That was pasted on the walls
And made the room feel rather small
And dark and sad.

So I laid down the paper and
Picked up my brushes to start.
Painting over this old home
To make it feel like it's my own
But desperate not to be alone
Cause this home needs a heart

And I'm watching the paint dry on the walls
And every time I think I hear
The sound of someone coming near
I turn to see who's there and there is
Never anybody there at all.

Yesterday the room was grey
But now it's kinda blue.
It makes the room feel larger
It's an incandescent hue
That makes me think of electricity
And people living in the city below.

I worked the first half of my life
To spend the second in this place,
And I'm only just discovering
Part of the human race that's looking
Round for someone they would like to
Spend the days and maybe nights to
Fall in love with one another
Settle down, become a mother,

And I'm watching the paint dry on the walls,
Staring blankly to the ether
Wondering if I could even
Be the man that somebody would
Like to give their all, and I'm
Watching the paint dry on the walls
And I'll wait for opportunity to call.