No Concept Of Key

(Words by Leyth Mulla &Todd Whisler
Music by Leyth Mulla)
Taken from the album No Concept Of Key © 2000

Why should I sing
When lyrics don’t count
Nobody knows
What songs are about
Only the music
Can say what needs to be said

They write the songs
That make the world sing
And rake in the big bucks
By not saying a thing
All that you know is
This trash that you’ve always been fed

Here’s a third verse
Tailored for you
Four is too many
But two are too few
Welcome to the jungle
Be patient, oh sweet child of mine

(Words and Music by Todd Whisler)
Taken from the album No Concept Of Key © 2000

The leaves fall to the ground
Beyond Andromeda
The winter that never was
On Andromeda

A precious gift, so close at hand
Yet always out of reach
She never knew how close she came
To saving me

My Andromeda

All alone, living life
Guided by the hand
Of one unseen
The path I walk
Is guarded by
A past I fought
But never could have changed
And she was the end of night
This barren land
These desert sands
This aching heart
These empty hands
Andromeda
Andromeda

Now and then my thoughts return
To how it used to be
I’ve watched my life go by
And all I see
Is the light you gave to me
Andromeda
Andromeda
My Andromeda
Yeah, yeah

(Words and Music by Todd Whisler)
Taken from the album No Concept Of Key © 2000

See the little princess in her
Hot, white car
Tighter than the strings on
My guitar
Flashing perfect teeth
A forbidden smile
Younger than a woman
Older than a child

Checking in the mirror that
Her lipstick’s right
Her shorts are creeping up
Her blouse is pulled tight
Beads of perception on her
Teenage brow
It’s getting hard to tell
If her hair is blonde is brown

So how can I
How can I describe the fun?
It’s rare enough
It’s rare enough to find so young
Taken for a ride
Her teasing tongue
Oh yeah
The princess takes her time

Little miss promiscuous
Take one more turn
Playing with your buttons
You’re such a naughty girl
Rest your hand so gently
On your youthful thigh
I think I know
What you’ve got in mind

(Words by Todd Whisler and Tony Kishman
Music by Todd Whisler and Leyth Mulla)
Taken from the album No Concept Of Key © 2000

I had a dream
It came from a distance
There they were standing
In black and white
Exchanging words
Each felt inside

After the kisses
The crowd was enraptured
Everything perfect
The prize they had captured
A celebration of love
That would last forever

Alone in the garden
The good life forgotten
Alone in the garden
The last rites of autumn
Alone in the garden
Harder than iron
Alone in the garden

Same old routine
And nobody’s talking
Feeling the urge
To find something better
Those years together
Just precious time wasted

(Words and music by Todd Whisler and Leyth Mulla)
Taken from the album No Concept Of Key © 2000

Too many mothers
Mourn their daughters
Too many fathers
Bury their sons
Too many friends
Wear black in the classroom
Where do these psychos
Get all their guns

Kill or be killed
Fear grips the nation
Business bonanza
Your party defends
Death on the playground
Death at the parties
Why you do nothing
I don’t understand

Hide behind the Bill of Rights
Must we pay so high a price

How many more must die
Until you see the light
End this loss of life
While there’s still some time
Before, before, before
You mourn your own

Day after day
Numbers grow larger
Bloodshed and headlines
Make such good friends
Soap suds and cornflakes
Lawyers and weight loss
Compassion for sale
On CNN

Hide behind the Bill of Rights
Another lamb to sacrifice

(Words and music by Todd Whisler)
Taken from the album No Concept Of Key © 2000

We should spend some time together
Too much time we spend alone
Hidden in our own agendas
Sheltered from the great unknown

Haunted by imagery
Breathing heavy and slow
Raptured in an ecstasy
That we never will know

In these dreams that I must show you
From the room, there’s no escape
Were you there, like I imagined
Are you here like I have prayed?

Hearing your whispering
Breaking away from you
Racing for the doorway
Run away from the truth

Do you really think
That I need nothing more
Do you really think
That there’s someone who’s waiting
Do you really think
That the music I’m playing
Will wash away all the words I’ve been saying
And all the games that they’re portraying
Will realize the dreams I’ve been saving
Once and for all put an end to this craving
And break the fear I’m stuck here obeying
For so long
Do you really think?

Still you’re there, waiting to touch me
Why it’s me, I‘ll never know
Ugly and awkward, how did I ever
Find someone I had to let go

Now just a memory
Standing right next to me
That I had craved for so long
It’s been an eternity
And I’ve been so lonely

(Words by Todd Whisler and Tony Kishman
Music by Todd Whisler)
Taken from the album No Concept Of Key © 2000

Three of a kind
Lounging on jazz
Never in my life
Has it been so hard to grasp
Often I’ve wondered
Why life is so unkind
Standing tall at twenty
With little on their minds

And it’s such a waste of time
Three of a kind

Skin so soft tonight
Lovers in the air
See the way she moves
With her dark brown hair
Breathless, taken down
Linger for a while
So far away
There’s a distance in her smile

As they lay in the sunshine
Oh, three of a kind

Less than successful
Left all alone
Until the next one
They’d gladly take home
Slender and supple
Sunburnt sixteen
Princesses, undress
Becoming queens

And the image remains a crime
Oh, three of a kind

(Words and music by Todd Whisler and Leyth Mulla)
Taken from the album No Concept Of Key © 2000

Well, if all along you’re thinking
That there’s something not quite right
Maybe you’ve begun to wonder if
We’ll leave you high and dry
This lack of faith you have in us
Is justified to me
Since so many put their closers
Where their openers should be

(Freewheel Burning)
(Red Rain)
(Black Dog)
(Crying In The Rain)

When you buy a disc, you’re asking
What the hell did I pay for
When the flow is really crummy
And the songs are just a chore
You won’t hear the same thing here
Though we fear that you will find
That the gist of this recording
Just ain’t what you had in mind

We won’t gyp you

It’s been many times before
That a band has lost its way
And the fools who bought that drivel
Said they liked anyway
But we promise this is different
Just give this thing a shot
We’ve got music, we’ve got lyrics
We won’t let it go to pot

We won’t gyp you again