The Floating Life

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The Floating Life is the debut album by Leadfinger...it was originally some demos put together by songwriter Stewart Cunningham in his home studio with a view to forming a band. The guys at Bang! Records in Spain decided it was original and unique enough to warrant a release and so Leadfinger was born.

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released July 20, 2007

All songs written, recorded and mixed during 2005 and 2006 at Leadfinger's home studio in Helensburgh, NSW, Australia...using an Apple Powerbook Laptop, Protools LE 6.9 and some cheap microphones.

It all sort of happened by accident and seemed like a good idea at the time.

All vocals and instruments played, faked, strummed, picked and sung by Leadfinger except the Tambourine on I Went Looking by Dana Orth.

Mastered by Paul Bryant at Main Street Studios, Wollongong.

Leadfinger exists courtesy of Bang! Records.

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Track Name: I Went Looking
I Went Looking
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

I went looking for all that I could find
I went searching, I left my home behind
I went looking for life

I went looking for all that I could find
I found it and I lost it again
I went looking for all that I could try
I’ll keep looking, I’m still searching for life

I went looking but all that I could find
Dead faces in some places no sign of life

I went looking for someone to fight
I won nothing and learnt something of life
I went looking and found my beliefs
A friend for life, I found it in my own mind

I went looking for all that I could find
I’m still searching oh lord, oh I went looking

I started looking for my own way of life
I left home at 17 no easy ride
I went looking looking looking for life
I went looking for all I could find
Track Name: Edge of Suburbia
Edge Of Suburbia
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

I got lost in suburbia, hanging out at the edge of the world
They can’t find me here in suburbia on the internet telephone calls

In suburbia – I’m at the end of the world
Can’t find me here in suburbia - but I can find myself

Computer games and wasting time searching to free your mind
I’m anonymous a face in the middle of a crowd
heading home, heading home thru space

Heading home to suburbia – I’ll hide away at the end of the world
If you find yourself in suburbia – spend the days in a haze

Playin guitar and being Neil Young
cruising the bush I got nature and fun
Electric blues, another cup of tea
Take the dogs out for a run

Hanging out on the edge of suburbia,
You can spend the days in a Haze

I got lost in suburbia, hanging out at the edge of the world
They can’t find me here in suburbia on the internet, the telephone calls

It’s suburbia – I’m at the end of the world
Can’t find me in suburbia - But you can find yourself
You can find yourself
Track Name: Thin Lizzy
Thin Lizzy
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

Hey You, You wanna boogaloo, Alright!
My Thin Lizzy is on my mind
A rock’n’roll band from another time
Out of the seventies, so sublime
They came from the emerald isle, come on

My my my my my my old man says he knew them for a while
when they were young growing up in Dublin
Rising up in the Roisinh Dubh and I wanna boogaloo
You know you want to

Phil Lynott and his afro hair
He was a Soul man from the emerald Eire
His leather pants and he sang like a bird
Up on his stage he could rule the world
Phil Lynott rock’n’roll,
Thin Lizzy, Lose Control

Na na na na na na na na Nobody ever put on a show like him
Glint in (Wink of) his eye and a cheeky grin
Phil Lynott rock’n’roll, Thin Lizzy Lose Control
Twin guitar solos(lose control)
My Thin Lizzy my my my
Thin Lizzy rock and roll, Jamaican soul
I wanna tell you whats on my mind
Thin Lizzy all the time
I wanna tell you how I feel about
Phil Lynott Irish Dream
Phil Lynott Rock and Roll
Lets Boogaloo – you know you want to!

Hey Hey, I wanna tell you whats on my mind
Thin Lizzy all the time
Phil Lynott, rock and roll
Thin Lizzy lose control
Track Name: Boo Radley
Boo Radley
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

Try and describe your situation,
in politeness and with prettiness
How you grew up alone wondering who you were
Wandering into nothingness, always lost, directionless
With only a song to still your fear
With beauty in your heart and mind
With music in your soul on fire

And hate written on your tongue and on your skin
Bruises on the inside that never go away
Scaring people with what you say
Yeah try and describe who you are
But make it fit neatly into a song
And make it rhyme and melody
Honour your mistakes as hidden intentions

Lets go out and get drunk she said,
I couldn’t believe my ears
And I didn’t want to hear it said
Cos I don’t think I can keep this up anymore
I don’t want to get whacked,
I just want my brain cells back
And the days are getting longer and longer
and this song is getting stronger

Please put me in a movie,
to kill a mockingbird by Harper lee would suit me
Please put me in a movie, We’ll make it rhyme with melody,
Don’t make me be Boo Radley

Please put me in that movie,
to kill a mockingbird by Harper lee would suit me
Please put me in that movie,
to kill a mockingbird by Harper lee would set me free
and you can be, you can be Boo Radley
No one wants to be Boo Radley
I Don’t want to be Boo Radley
Track Name: Back in the Burgh
Back in the Burgh
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

It’s 8 o’clock in the morning now
And the sun is bursting through my window
It’s the kind of morning I’d like to see
Every day of every year

There’s a magpie in my front yard
With his breakfast a worm in his shiny beak
I’m a lazy bastard I should be working real hard
But I’ll have my fun in the winter sun

It’s 8 o’clock in the morning now…

I’ve been playing my guitar and singing some songs
Some Led Zeppelin and some Neil Young
I’m a lazy bastard I should get myself a job
I’d rather play some songs in the winter sun
Track Name: So in a Hurry
So In A Hurry
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

So in a hurry, I’m so in a hurry
Oh when will it end this old silly trend
Everyone so in a hurry…sooo

Two days a week to make ends meet
My mind is a pauper and needs time to eat
I’m feed the company and pay for the pain
Of 10 hours a week on the workaday train
I’m so in a hurry

I head in to town and get pushed around
Everyone’s so in a hurry
And life is a rush and love’s in a hurry
The beauty and magic has gone gone gone
Oh when will it end my friends
Is this all there is we’re all in a tizz, it’s not the way that I want it to be

We’ve got instant food that you don’t need to chew
Call me on the mobile I’ve now time for you
Give me what I want give me it now
I’m so in a hurry I’m so in a hurry

Music and Art are just ads for TV
My 4 minute song is now way too long
I can’t see the true meaning because of the lies
The (Howard) Government thinks were all blind
They’re so in a hurry

My friends are all busy chasing their tails I don’t see them anymore
And no onbody is poor they just all want more
They’re so in a hurry

Our civilisation keeps marching along
Doesn’t know where it’s going but we’re all swept along
Cos it’s so in a hurry

And don’t stop and don’t think and don’t live and don’t be yourself
And don’t get caught with time on your hands
And don’t die with the music in you.
Track Name: The Sydney Way
The Sydney Way
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

I’m standing at the crossroads
Old suitcase in my hand
I don’t know whether to run or stay
Find a new place to hang

Another Sticky Summer day
Yeah that’s the Sydney Way
We can try and get away
Quit my job, we’ll find another way
Oh nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Yeah we’ll find another way
You’re standing right by my side
We’re gonna make another way

Another Sticky Summer day
Yeah that’s the Sydney Way
We can try and get away
Quit my job we’ll find another way
Oh nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Yeah we’ll find another way

Make some plans to live a new way.
Not tied down like everybody else
All doing the same thing everyday
Familiarity breeds my contempt
And every 2nd week we gotta pay the rent

Another Sticky Summer day
There’s a heatwave coming our way
Yeah that’s the Sydney Way
Let’s try and get away
Oh nah nah nah nah nah

Yeah we’ll find another way
We’re standing at the crossroad
With our little girl named Tam
You’re standing right by my side
We’re gonna make some new plans
Yeah we’ll find another way.
Track Name: Bicycle Man
Bicycle Man
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

I’m a steady rolling man, I do what I can
I don’t own no land, just a bicycle man

Like a bicycle man, I roll thru this land
day after day, take some time to understand

I’m a Steady Rolling Man, yes that’s all I am
I’m a Steady Rolling Man, I do what I can

Take some time when I can, I’ve gotta make my stand
A steady rolling man, not wanted in this land

Everybody wants their gold, I’ll settle for the cold
And some time to grow old, just some time to steady roll

Like a Steady rolling Man

Comes a steady rolling man
Like a bicycle man, a steady rolling man
Pushin up the hills but I’ll roll down to the sea

I’m a steady rolling man, I do what I can
I don’t own no land, just a bicycle man

I’m a Steady Rolling Man, yes that’s what I am
I’m a Steady Rolling Man, I do what I can
Like a Steady rolling Man
Track Name: A Floating Life
The Floating Life (inspired by John Forbes)
(Written by Stewart Cunningham/John Forbes)

I wanted to survive, I wanted to get high, I wanted to invite, I wanted to incite,
I wanted just enough, I wanted to depart, I wanted to imbibe, I wanted to survive
I want to survive

With the justice of a rich man,
not the fortunes of a poor man’s tomb
And like a tinsel landscape
I’m walking past false doors
Through traffic lights and stop signs

I wanted to survive oh yeah
I wanted to get high, wanted to invite, I wanted to incite,
I wanted just enough, I want to survive and I wanted just to get by

Not the fortunes of a rich man, I’m not the equal of a poor man.
I’m Floating like a punch, a knockout sucker
Like the hue of your fake suntan
I’ve seen all the tough gestures
And souvenirs that don’t add up to nuthin much

All these things are portable, as for the rest
They can take these words and they can play them on the radio
They float through the air

It’s Floating life, A flow, I’m floating by,
A Floating Life, Floating,
I float through time
And then I just get higher
And then I’m gone away

Oh yeah, oh yeaah
And this is beautiful
It’s summer and the trees, I want it to survive
I got water running down the walls
and down the street, And down my steps
I want to survive, I want to invite, I wanted just enough
I want to survive, I want to survive, I want to survive and I
I want you to come back…sometime
Track Name: The Philadelphia Ruse
The Philadelphia Ruse
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

Where are you now? My old band
They were golden days – I wish they could shine again
We played the rock’n’roll, the disappointment blues
I got a broken back, we always played to lose
We all played to lose, The Philadelphia blues
What did it say about those desperate days

Where are you now, is that what they say?
All your high school rules – I wouldn’t join the gang
We played all those towns – we drove all those miles for nuthin
Never played the Second Chance – we lost it all in a foreign land

We all played to lose – The Philadelphia ruse
Is all over now, our dreams gone to ground

…where are you now
cold American days, I spent them all alone …calling home

That’s the way it goes, playing in a band
Someone had to pay… someone is to blame
Someone tells the tale the truth is what you want it to be

…so I headed home, yes I made it home
Track Name: The Music had the Last Say
The Music Had the Last Say
(Written by Stewart Cunningham)

I think of you – not all the time
I think of you - those days play on my mind

I think of you – and of those times
I think of you - those days play on my mind
I think of you, when I play my guitar I think of you

The Chapel Street bazaar down to Point Lonsdale
How you wrote your songs – living day to day
Never had a job or any money to say
An your’e gone now and I meant to say
They were golden days, the drugs won the day

But the music had the last say
Yeah. the music had the last say – I think of you

Back street studios and playing loud
Sleeping on your couch and the rock’n’roll dreams
I think of you and your girlfriend’s face
As she walked down the aisle holding your guitar in her arms

Yeah we though of you, as we always do
Yeah I think of you….I think of you…