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'Novella' is the debut album for Brisbane band Fugitive & the Vagabond.

Songwriter: Jordan Merrick
Producer: Geoff Wright (Lucky Boy Studios Byron Bay)
Mastered by: Steve Smart (Studios 301)

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released November 12, 2016

Morgan Palmer: Guitar
Damien Tuffield: Drums
Louis Devereaux: Bass
Jonny Smith: Keys

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Track Name: You Got Him
We walked down familiar streets, our hometown were our memories
We held hands and swore we'd never part, like a couple in love on Noah’s ark
And prayed to the lord above, to keep a steadfast hold on our love
But then you went away, listen up darling, hear me say...Go.

You got him, you got him, but you don't got me.

I strolled through the kitchen door, I was piss drunk and felt like a whore.
You didn't ask me where I'd been, you knew me well from who I used to be.
Hoped to God that this won't last, that time would slow down, but it's going fast.
But soon I will be free, nothing but a memory singing.

You got him, you got him, but you don't got me.

I could be something right out of motion picture horror movies.
I could be something right out of life in all its glory.
I could be a Roman candle burning bright and high.
I could be whatever I want as long as I'm free of you.

You got him, you got him, but you don't got me.
Track Name: Talkin' City Blues
I'm the daydreamer who only dreams at night.
I thought of darkness, I thought of spite, It’s a lonely sight
The heart and the fight when she breaks your heart and casts the dice.

It's a fate-filled game we go and play.
The road less traveled leads straight to your grave, you go.
Like the puppets before you. Don't live with regret, live for a second chance.

You never know your luck in a great big city,
where the dames and thugs think that they're pretty.
Go get a job and a Football club,
A wife and child...

I'm a writer typing on metal keys,
It's a soothing way to keep your mind at ease or so they say
That talk is cheap, Apprentice to the art no man can teach.

But you never know your luck in a great big city,
where the dames and thugs think that they're pretty.
Go get a job and a Football club,
A wife and child. You're living your dreams bud'.

You don't ever see me walking around.
Baby you know I don't go to town.
The sad streets of Annerley on apathy
Drink up your liquor and sing some Bobby D.

Pray for me, Mona Lisa.
Track Name: Pitiful Blues
Love is a hell of a drug, it beats your heart like a million drums and...makes you weep at the roses that remind you of her. You're a practising loner, you're one of a kind.

Lying at the rivers edge, deep, deep breaths they go to your head and yearn at poor Mr. Pitiful, he lost his nerve. He couldn't his hand and folded aces in the end.

Who needs the seasons, they always fall like love letters landin' at the palm of your door. I know it coz I've seen it more than most; you left me here crying baby white as a ghost. An' I know that it won't last, one last whip and a final lash. My soul well it will burn free, but I looked in the mirror honey it ain't me, I'm a different man.. oh you will see.

Lest not be with dread, the Jezebel screams “the harlots dead” and there, you stand like an angel... who lost her wings. Now a petty musician, playin' fates humble strings.

The creatures hustled along, the vampires kept on suckin' their blood and... the Earth she trembled, she fell to her knees. Raped and repeated, her life sucked clean.

Who needs the seasons, they always fall like love letters landin' at the palm of your door. I know it coz I've seen it more than most; you left me here crying baby white as a ghost. An' I know that it won't last, one last whip and a final lash. My soul well it will burn free, but I looked in the mirror honey it ain't me, I'm a different man.. oh you will see.

The wind it talks a lot, the world forgetting, by the world forgot oh no... you're losing you feet now, you're losing your mind. Here ye the lesson of the end of time...
Track Name: My Girlfriend
My girlfriend, she was a stoner, my girlfriend she was a loner.
She had 16 German shepherds in her backyard.

She was a garden-hand for about a week till she ripped out a rose and planted it between her teeth.
They paid her off in petty green celery.

If she don't care then I don't care.
People in the world, they can stare
coz I don't care.. she's my girlfriend.

My girlfriend she's very lazy, my girlfriend is the singer for the Maceys.
They had one hit song and little-to-none royalties.

If she don't care then I don't care.
People in the world, they can stare.
coz I don't care.. she's my girlfriend.

People in the world, they can stare.
She's got mascara eyes and bleach blonde hair.
But I don't care... she's my girlfriend.

My girlfriend, she's better than me.
My girlfriend, she's better than me.
Track Name: Queen of Versailles
I could only see your face in mirrors of blacked out dance halls.
Your hair shun bright like the sun, your eyes wicked like the moon.
You said you'd had enough, and school wasn't playing on your bluff.
You're gonna run away, you said your kingdom awaits.

So you packed your bags, and made way with daddys' cash.
And headed for the road, hitch-hiked miles up the coast.
Where the neons wept and the sailors stopped and stared.
You were the queen again, the castle of the dead.

Please please, don't you realise, it's all a part of their disguise.
Queen of the accolades, happiness trapped inside a cage.
Baby don't you see, we're all pawns in the game of greed.
Coz money ain't nothing but a drug we love to smoke...
But you always come down.

The last thoughts occur, said woman swimming by the shore.
The sun begins to set, she fades I'm filled with regret.
I signed the treaty that read 'have mercy on the man
who thinks hope is a friend'.
Track Name: Dressed in Gold
When you see my face, does it remind you of the old head space
The halls we ran, me and you, that was love but now we’re through.
Now I’m all alone, drunk again. The Brunswick valley is painted red.
I talk through the phone at you, the crowd laughs as I sing the lovers’ Blues.

They say two rights don’t make a wrong but tell that to the writer of this song.
I heard he’s all alone, drinking whiskey and hanging by the phone.
He wouldn’t go to work, it was weeks ago he last changed his shirt.
Protest the art of love, remember babe you can’t wrestle a dove.

There it goes, the sound of clocks, each tick makes you wonder when your time will stop. Lo and behold, life goes on even if you’re dressed in gold or grime, blood or wine, it’s to the dirt we’ll all return in time.
Track Name: Reality Blues
I’m moving to my left, I’m moving to my right. Moved so far, there’s no stars in sight.

Yeah I’m kicking up a grove and put on my walking shoes yeah I’m moving, I’m moving to you.

I stare at the moon on the boxcar express. Thinking about thinking if I’m worth more than this.

The truth is in the news, when you stop you finally lose so I’m moving, I’m moving to you.

Look up to the sun and down on moon,

a cold winds humming "I got nothing to lose"

But I can’t stop feeling reality blues.

Margaret McGoo lived alone in her room. Sheltered away from the horrors that may loom.

But out she runs, to freedom she comes coz she’s moving, moving away.

But Jack the Ripper, he’s looking for a date and Marge is the women no man is yet to taint.

Through the shadows he would slide like the Catcher in the Rye he’s moving, he’s moving in.

Watching the scene was sweet Josephine, she’d conquered the heart of many a Prince and King.

She won’t settle down till she’s knighted and crowned singing ‘your Queen is moving in!’

Look up to the sun and down on moon,

a cold winds humming "I got nothing to lose"

But I can’t stop feeling reality blues.

The boxcar stops at the end of the world. In front of two black gates covered in pearls.

A sign above reads ‘all your real estate needs’ so I stroll, I stroll right in.

There’s Jack and Marge and Jo and I. We signed all the papers and were taken for a ride.

Mr. Sinister looks up, says you’re drinking from my cup and you moved into my web.

He laughs when he tells us ‘Welcome to Hell, you know who I am, you know very well’

Lucifer by name, the Devil by trade now you’re moving you’re moving down.

Look up to the sun and down on moon,

a cold winds humming "I got nothing to lose"

But I can’t stop feeling reality blues.

Look up to the sun and down on moon,

a cold winds humming "I got nothing to lose"

But I can’t stop feeling reality blues.
Track Name: Lighter and Note
There’s was a man waiting for the bus, A trip forty miles away from the Coast.

It was the barrens of sand and scent in the air that take mind from the lover that was.

She was a doe eyed, savvy young girl and for too long to count she was his world.

But her fathers will of a princess instilled, the poor boy was left in the dusk.

She’d look out her window at night, the poor boy would wait in rain or shine.

She would raise the blinds and scream for his life; plead to save himself and go.

The man sat down in a rush, in one hand a lighter, the other a note

written ‘Hear my soul speak my love is for thee. I’ll think of you till the end of my days.’
Track Name: The Wild
It was a lonely sight, you walked away from me. A cigarette in your hand, lit by sympathy.
You said it's not the same and your feelings had changed. You tipped your hat and called it at day.

And Mr. wanderlust, the rabbit covered in dust, barely made it to his meeting in one piece.
“Her name was Alice” he said, with a tone of regret. “I gave her love and she ran away with it”.

Take me high, I wanna go where the angels and magpies fly.
And to the rivers and snowy mounts, it's in the wild I'll live my last days out.
If it's all the same to you, yeah it's all the same to you. You know it's same to me, I'll go alone.

I set up camp to stop and stare. My telescope pointed like a rifle in the air.
I could only hope that kaleidoscopes are the key to the speed of light.

Take me high, I wanna go where the angels and magpies fly.
And to the rivers and snowy mounts, it's in the wild I'll live my last days out.
If it's all the same to you, yeah it's all the same to you. You know it's same to me, I'll go back home.

The hatter asked the man with one eye made of glass how Alice managed to escape with his heart.
The Rabbit spoke, with a lump inside his throat “sometimes your only road is a giant leap of faith.”

Take me high, I wanna go where the angels and magpies fly.
And to the rivers and snowy mounts, it's in the wild we'll live our last days out.
If it's all the same to you, yeah it's all the same to you. You know it's same to me, we'll go home.
If it's all the same to you, you know it's the same to me. If it's the same to the both of us, we'll go home.
Track Name: Time Traveling Blues
That woman’s a general, you know

She spreads cold war propaganda around town

If you see her, don’t make eye contact

She’ll only try to stare you down

She’s as fierce as she looks

Boy don’t go follow the papers, or read your history books

She’s a class above the rest, she’s always well dressed

She’s the woman in red, she’s the Devil

Robin the Archer waged bets with lonesome men.

“I bet I can shoot an apple off her head”

“William won’t you tell me if I’m kidding”

“Maybe that damsel is better off dead?”

He seemed to have friends in high places

But in truth, they were living down below

He raised up his bow and let the string go

Robin the Archer, he left a rich man

Like clockwork, Alex wandered the streets

Every stranger he tips his hat and greets

He thought of himself a classical man

Beethoven was a sadist and a friend

He cried out as he sung in the rain

I don’t get how there’s sadness in pain

The feeling of feeling has got me feeling so appealing

Don’t stop the music from playing

Edgar Allan Poe was a timetraveler

He tried to be an instrumental man

He was there when Abe Lincoln made Commerce

He was there when Jack the Ripper got his thirst

He tried to tell time, but time wouldn’t listen

It always had a way of pushing back

In a moment of persistence and only God as his witness

He wrote a book called ‘Twelve Minor Prophets’.