Tracks

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The new album from Tom Dibb 'Tracks';
Get set for an album of beautifully gutsy songs, refined and presented with honesty, designed with inventiveness and recorded and produced with superb style. Singer-songwriter Tom Dibb has woven lyrics that go as deep as the darkest ocean through a soaring and hearty forest canopy of sounds, as he tells his stories with undertones of blues and folk.
A 9 track journey that should make you want to travel it again and again.
This new album presents new sounds compared to past recordings; Instrumentation includes saxophone, fiddle and string piano, wholesome layers of backing vocals with a soulful jaunt, and grooves to get your feet tappin'. All this combined with Tom's usual acoustic flair and knack for clever and intriguing lyric writing make for a very good listen.

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released November 9, 2019

All tracks written and performed by Tom Dibb.
Tom Dibb - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar. George Golding - Bass (2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9), Backing Vocals. Luke Bierne - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar.
JJ Mitchell - Drums (1, 3, 5, 6, 9), Percussion (1, 4, 6, 9). Graham Jolly - Drums (2, 7, 8). Oscar Golding - Bass (1, 6), Piano (1). James Delarre - Violin (2, 3, 4, 7, 8), Mandolin (3). Anneliese Shaw - Backing Vocals, Percussion (1, 2, 5, 8), Acoustic Guitar (9), String Piano (1). Charlie Sax - Saxaphone (4), Backing Vocals (4). Michael Pearce - Piano (1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9), Hammond Organ, Rhodes (4).

Produced by Anneliese Shaw. Additional programming by Michael Pearce. Additional Post Production by Anneliese Shaw and Michael Pearce. Recorded and Mixed by Michael Pearce at Grand Chapel Studios, Bedfordshire, UK. Mastered by Nigel Palmer at Lowland Masters
Artwork by Jodie Jenkins

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Roots-influenced singer songwriter Tom Dibb is bringing his good-vibe acoustic music back to the UK after completing his 35,000km overland tour from the UK to Australia. Having performed to tens of thousands of people in 24 countries on his 18 month tour, Tom is back in the UK and has just finished recording his first LP ‘ Ground Up’ influenced heavily by his travels. ... more

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Track Name: Tracks
TRACKS

My track’s been stiff at times, not so stubborn as yours,
Rusty as its been, not rotten as some before,
Their train got stuck at times at least it kept to the rails.
This world don’t owe you naught, like nobody else.

Dream, get a little steam behind you,
Push up the mountain trail.
Pour over, flow over, take the ruff and make it smooth.

One day over shadowed, next day sheltered from burn,
Not all about the race, sometimes just waiting your turn.
Make ties and cut the tangles, they’re distorting the view.
Take a firm foot up when offered, but only depend on you.

Dream, get a little steam behind you,
Push up the mountain trail.
Pour over, flow over, take the ruff and make it smooth.
take the ruff and make it smooth.

Start bare, start fresh, start bolder, start cold, get warm, grow older,
Earn your scars and wear them proudly.
Keep sticks and stones for building homes,
hold words for battle saving bones.
Bed is clear and river rushing.

Dream, get a little steam behind you,
Push up the mountain trail.
Pour over, flow over, take the ruff and make it smooth.
take the ruff and make it smooth.
Dream, get a little steam behind you,
Push up the mountain trail.
Pour over, flow over, take the ruff and make it smooth.
take the ruff and make it smooth.
take the ruff and make it smooth.
Track Name: Three
Three

The sewing comes simple, its the growing thats hard,
The only damn thing I’ve found, fires smooth then its rough.
They said it’d be great, no one promised me sound.
This gift formed of love, it’s placed my feet on the ground.

I can still jump.
Pretty damn sure that I’ll soar.
Just now I’m not floating with out purpose no more.
She’s made me a man, not quite sure that means,
but i’ll help her to grow and she’ll teach me to see.

I miss my partner, I miss being two
Three’s getting better, three’s pretty good.

I was born a selfish soul, but I learnt how to share.
Compassion deep but existent, chizzled out I learnt how to care.
It’s certain unnatural, but I’m certain to try.
Not one to give up I know we’ll be fine.

I miss my partner, I miss being two
Three’s getting better, three’s pretty good.
I love my lover, I loved being two
Three’s getting better, three’s pretty good.
Oh and I love my family, sometimes I miss being two
Three’s getting better, three’s pretty good
Yea Three’s getting better ,three’s pretty good
Being three’s better, being three well it’s good.
Track Name: Puppet Queen
Puppet Queen

Through the dawn on to another day
there the land long forgotten still lays
one heart thumps pumping life to everything
all move freely fore the binding of the strings.

She came and she drilled the heart until it broke
billions of pieces left alone start to choke,
Out comes the thread back together all are sewn
each last string anchored to her thrown.

She will be the puppet queen
you will be a stringed machine
you will keep her buckles clean

It came from a place you’d think that darkness couldn’t dwell
and it wore the face of angel pretty as hell.
She said she had been poisoned but with love she could be saved
and as their gates flung open
their guest began to pave.

She came and she tore the roots from their earth
filled the sky with darkness and to monsters she gave birth
these creatures mined the land
the heart lead to believe burning ancient bridges to satisfy her needs.

She will be the puppet queen
you will be a stringed machine
you will serve her every need
she will keep an oiled machine.

The sun grew weak and with that the colours fade
saturated canvas sinking smothered shades of grey.
Hope runs deep and is not extinguished fast
and broken pieces sewn together grow stronger forming scars.

She will be the puppet queen
you will be a stringed machine
you will keep her buckles clean
she will keep an oiled machine
Just like that
She will be the puppet queen
you will be a stringed machine
you will serve her every need
she will keep an oiled machine.
Just like that
Just like that
Track Name: We Call Jump
We Call Jump

Yes Sir, No Sir, Three bags full Sir,
We live as you dictate from the day that we are born Sir.
You say jump we all ask how high
Yo say stop but go says the light.
I’m not sure and I’ll probably never know,
Where this ruling roots from and how on earth it grows,
but its got to stop, the spring is poisoned
The roots got rot, and its spreading.

We’re following in influence,
Our leaders wear the devils finger prints.
Destructions no coincidence.

We call jump. Moving together
We call jump. All dance together
We call jump. Moving together
We call jump. Now and forever.

Once there was a girl with a glowing inside,
shared all that she had and she knew wrong from right.
Along came a prince, the love of her life
In the palm of her hand he placed a knife and said
“One day soon you’ll fight a battle of greed’
next thing you know you’ll win a war for me”
He buttered her up mischievous greed
sugary temptation injected with ease.

She followed in his influence
He prayed upon her innocence
our weakness is our ignorance.

We call jump. Moving together
We call jump. All dance together
We call jump. Moving together
We call jump. Now and forever.

A prisoner of insanity
she became her majesty
title of the puppet queen
Together they would suck them clean
skeletal remains of dreams
barons of society.

We’re following in influence,
Our leaders wear the devils finger prints.
Destructions no coincidence.

We call jump. Moving together
We call jump. All dance together
We call jump. Moving together
We call jump. Now and forever.

We call jump. Moving together
We call jump. All dance together
We call jump. Moving together
We call jump. Now and forever.
Track Name: Pick on the Wrong Party
Pick on the wrong party

So you weren’t blessed with the eye of the tiger,
Strength of a beast, you dreamt of happy ever after,
Thats ok, no ones the same, love what you have and celebrate your own traits
and when the big bad mister with his eye on your sister
comes rolling up to rattle your cage
keep calm, deep breath, remember your name and say…

Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes Brother you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.

Little Boe Peep often knocked from her feet by a pack of more fortunate clowns
Mock her, bind her, sadness inside her would swell like a storm out of town.
When the rain came calling the clowns came crawling
like beggars drowning in shame.
Little Boe Peep on her arch on her feet said “Bitch now remember my name!”

Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes Fellas you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.

There will always be despicable fools with manipulative tools,
tampering with the cogs in your brain.
See they’ve been trying to prove worth since the moment of birth,
cos lack of love from mum and dad causes pain.

Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
hurting and its plain to see
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
don’t take it out on me
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Oh
Sometimes you pick on the wrong damn party.
Track Name: Fantasy of Misery
Fantasy of Misery

Sing a song we can relate to,
Spin a tale all hearts will break through.
Share your woes, the worlds your foe,
through painted tears to add to the show.

Any old conman can sell you a myth,
Pushing the truth takes one hell of a pitch.

Fantasy of misery,
Praying on your sympathy,
To take them where they want to be.

I’ll tell you fact, something you’re new to,
Split the closet let go of a few
too many lies are compromising.
So many years trying to break through,
Built foundation for which I am grateful.
The seed was sewn, the dream has grown,
Through persistence and faith alone.

Any old clown can pull a coin from the ear,
Magic is formed of blood, sweat, and tears.

Fantasy of misery,
Praying on your sympathy,
To take them where they want to be.
Pockets lined with pretty green,
Breach the ears of society.

Fell in battle, stronger for war, trip that devil making for the door.
Fell in battle, stronger for war, trip that devil making for the door.
Fell in battle, stronger for war, trip that devil making for the door.
Fell in battle, stronger for war, trip that devil making for the door.

Any old clown can pull a coin from the ear,
Magic is formed of blood, sweat, and tears.

Fantasy of misery,
Praying on your sympathy,
To take them where they want to be.
Pockets lined with pretty green,
Breach the ears of society.

Fantasy of misery,
Praying on your sympathy,
To take them where they want to be.
Pockets lined with pretty green,
Breach the ears of society.
Track Name: Harlequin
Harlequin

Silly Harlequin cant you see that they’re not cheering for you.
This facade caves in they don’t believe that kinda clown.
Pierrots game begins, now there’s a soul thats truly tortured,
the paints fixed to his skin, it’s his burden now for life.

Your scraping blades down your own safety chord,
Your burning holes in you life support.

You make out you’re a saint and only act for helping others,
and its me that needs restraints and tossing in a cell.
The twisting of the words, the fairy tales, the lies, the stories,
its driven them berserk, and now they’re out for blood.

Your scraping blades down your own safety chord,
Your burning holes in you life support.

Go ahead dive in cant you see that they’re all waiting for it.
Make the move begin, they long to see you drown.
There’s no turning back you’ve burnt your bridges and scorned your loved ones.
Don’t you dare attack your opponent’s far too strong.

Its your fault its your disaster, you should’ve known when to stop.
The root I know was deeply poisoned, you should have rectified before the rot.

Your scraping blades down your own safety chord,
Your burning holes in you life support.
You’re cutting threads of your own ligaments.
You’re wrenching cracks in your life cement.
Track Name: Sailing
Sailing

Just keep sailing, Brother don’t despair
Soft sounding, hard as grounding a new bird that’s just found its wings.
An easy life i’d never promise,
but fulfilling it may be.

It’s your line go on and trace it
It’s your time embrace it.

Just keep swimming, head for the rivers mouth
The thought of source is appealing like home and meaning,
You could be fighting the rest of your days.
What’s right for some may not be for others
There’s no right or wrong in this case.

It’s your line go out and walk it.
It’s your time enjoy it.

Half the things we’re taught through life about life are just points of view,
This is just another one of them so take what you want and pass it down the queue.
Roads get tough, seas rough, climbs steep, it’s just to challenge you.

It’s your line go out and run it.
It’s your time have fun with it.
It’s your line roll with it.
It’s your life live it.

Just keep sailing, Brother don’t despair.
Track Name: Begin
BEGIN

Placed on the edge and my toes curl over,
Though there’s always a choice made none and thought I’d be older.
Picture’s shifting, tide is rising,
Choke and drift or hold commit and swim.

I will take the hand I’ve dealt and play.

Deepest of blue yet still without motion.
The most beautiful things can fuel fearful emotion.
Splash the life in, hold her tightly,
Climb upon the ridge and take it in.

I will take the hand I’ve dealt and play.
I will help you grow every day.

First steps cold bitter and crazy,
weeks creep by trip then we’re steady.
Eyes grow wider start to wonder,
smiles cut though the tears and we begin.

I will take the hand I’ve dealt and play.
I will help you grow every day.
I will take the hand I’ve dealt and play.
I will teach you more every day.

I do love you more everyday

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