<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:12:49.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbs Music</title><subtitle type='html'>Hobbs Music: Music of Rob Hodgson or Robert Grayson Hodgson or Hobbit from bands like Royal Deluxe, Dharmabum, Havenots from Canberra and Sydney
Email: graysonhodgsonr@yahoo.com
All songs copyright: hodgsong 2004

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108812800050372386</id><published>2004-06-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:46:40.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TERRIBLE BLUNDER - 1991</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Terrible Blunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say, no you wouldn't belive me&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it anyway, hear me!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the city,&lt;br /&gt;can you hear it sleep?&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a dream, it can be about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a leaf out of your tree &amp; just get angry at me&lt;br /&gt;I can't express myself, you see?&lt;br /&gt;Well some call it bad luck, I'll call it destiny&lt;br /&gt;when I fall down, you stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think, it makes you wonder&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have made a terrible blunder&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think, it makes you wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some wake up on silk sheets, others wake up starving&lt;br /&gt;the news today tells me it's raining&lt;br /&gt;But I've got an umbrella that doesn't keep my head dry,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it anyway, for conformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to stand out, to fall down in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;say my name wrong, out real loud.&lt;br /&gt;Well count to ten, I'll run and hide,&lt;br /&gt;you won't come and find me, I'm acting just like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think, it makes you wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have made a terrible blunder.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think, it makes you wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have made a terrible blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written 1991 for Havenots.      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108812800050372386?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108812800050372386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108812800050372386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108812800050372386' title='TERRIBLE BLUNDER - 1991'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108794747631129175</id><published>2004-06-22T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T16:37:56.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE GRAAF STREET - 1994</title><content type='html'>De Graaff Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get off the bus, walk down the street to the place that you call home&lt;br /&gt;You were born there, but you didn't stay that long.&lt;br /&gt;You got on your bike, and rode the the street&lt;br /&gt;to the place called paradise&lt;br /&gt;With your best friends, on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;well I guess you must have been nearly ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could never forget their names,&lt;br /&gt;and I see them now and again&lt;br /&gt;on De Graaff Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time you left, you left for real&lt;br /&gt;to the other side of town,&lt;br /&gt;Where it's darker and breakfast&lt;br /&gt;isn't served at quarter to nine.&lt;br /&gt;You could never forget, what's happened before&lt;br /&gt;Nerver forget the long walk home&lt;br /&gt;from the bus stop with your best friends&lt;br /&gt;well I guess you must have been nearly ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could never forget their names,&lt;br /&gt;and I see them now and again&lt;br /&gt;and De Graaff Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Written 1994 for my first attempt at a solo album titled "The Canberra Suite", a group of songs all about growing up in Canberra. This one is about the street I grew up in and the friends I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108794747631129175?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108794747631129175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108794747631129175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108794747631129175' title='DE GRAAF STREET - 1994'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108780695685944259</id><published>2004-06-21T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T16:28:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NORTHBOURNE - 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NORTHBOURNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk down Nothbourne, the avenue&lt;br /&gt;All the way back to the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call,&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;You've never called it that before&lt;br /&gt;All alone,&lt;br /&gt;On a cold &amp; foggy Canberra morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the hotel, where you earn your&lt;br /&gt;pay that you pass, down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home,&lt;br /&gt;You've never called it that before. &lt;br /&gt;All alone,&lt;br /&gt;On a cold &amp; foggy Canberra morn.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems,&lt;br /&gt;that nothing ever changes here.&lt;br /&gt;Not too quick&lt;br /&gt;like the traffic crawling down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the old flats, lining the road.&lt;br /&gt;Falling down, in need of paint  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more,&lt;br /&gt;than can be held between four walls.&lt;br /&gt;Just the hope, &lt;br /&gt;that Northbourne offers to us all.&lt;br /&gt;It's the road,&lt;br /&gt;that takes us on our way beyond&lt;br /&gt;a small town's&lt;br /&gt;madly, melancholy bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This one written 2004, and set aside for recording in November. A song about the mass exodus of all my friends leaving Canberra to live in Sydney - me included.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108780695685944259?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108780695685944259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108780695685944259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108780695685944259' title='NORTHBOURNE - 2004'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108131781290246047</id><published>2004-04-06T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T16:30:56.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Thing - 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Usual Thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we talked a lot tried to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;but it's really no use I'm no good at economics&lt;br /&gt;And we never seem to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;although we scrimp a lot you know I only eat beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know &lt;br /&gt;that the days go by, before you know&lt;br /&gt;and the money is just one more thing&lt;br /&gt;we can do without live beyond our means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stangers when we met, and it didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;And everything that we said, was stuff about the weather&lt;br /&gt;the usual thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you suggest we do?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me you know I'm really confused.&lt;br /&gt;If it makes everything okay&lt;br /&gt;let's roll a number and get real spaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the high don't last that long,&lt;br /&gt;the more you've done, the less fun&lt;br /&gt;but still I don't want to give up&lt;br /&gt;You've got to have something to take the edge off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stangers when we met&lt;br /&gt;didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;and everything that we said&lt;br /&gt;was stuff about the weather the usual thing.&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know&lt;br /&gt;way deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mean to be mean&lt;br /&gt;but if that's the case I must be blind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108131781290246047?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108131781290246047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108131781290246047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131781290246047' title='The Usual Thing - 1995'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108131710199561027</id><published>2004-04-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:56:01.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepsake - 1991</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Keepsake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keepsake, you're losing face&lt;br /&gt;You do what you're told to.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's not what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand me, taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;pretend that you think that this isn't happening&lt;br /&gt;Only you know your reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you go?&lt;br /&gt;How will you know?&lt;br /&gt;When will you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Details*&lt;br /&gt;Written at 10 Coobina Place Fisher&lt;br /&gt;Performed and recorded by The Havenots on Cassette Album "The Havenots"  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108131710199561027?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108131710199561027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108131710199561027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131710199561027' title='Keepsake - 1991'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108131655962098715</id><published>2004-04-06T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:47:11.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Away -1997</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Days Away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was in the right place but I never really caught that wave.&lt;br /&gt;Paddled in so I could see you again we could go up to that cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so warm tonight I could lie down and fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Right here at the beach of all places it's a dream to feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;The breeze comes in and the fire dies down and I fall out of sleep again,&lt;br /&gt;back to a fifty dollar motel and fish and chips for tea what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you know something about the way I feel today.&lt;br /&gt;Falling over backwards, picking myself up, wishing for those days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger things have happened and I know they'll happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Falling over backwards, picking myself up wishing for those days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Details*&lt;br /&gt;Written in Canberra and Sydney&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Dharmabum and Royal Deluxe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108131655962098715?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108131655962098715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108131655962098715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131655962098715' title='Days Away -1997'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108131624095914512</id><published>2004-04-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:41:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Years -1997</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Five Years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember a time when I had sweet dreams without waking up at quarter to three.&lt;br /&gt;You know I like to write creatively but this is a story I'd never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go along as though nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And you can't turn back it's in your heart&lt;br /&gt;so make a choice and stick to it&lt;br /&gt;You'll always so yes to something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget a face you see and yours has simply haunted me&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you'll begin to see why I've been waking up at quarter to three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go along as though nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And you can't turn back it's in your heat&lt;br /&gt;so make a choice and stick to it&lt;br /&gt;You'll always say yest to something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the scene you're just nineteen&lt;br /&gt;Twenty three you know what that means&lt;br /&gt;driving a car for just five years&lt;br /&gt;Just five years.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Details*&lt;br /&gt;Written 29 Levey Street Chippendale&lt;br /&gt;Pwerformed by Dharmabum and Royal Deluxe  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108131624095914512?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108131624095914512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108131624095914512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131624095914512' title='Five Years -1997'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108123244930688979</id><published>2004-04-05T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T23:25:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Weekend - 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For The Weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go away, for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I've borrowed a car, I know a place&lt;br /&gt;So what ya doing, on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;You want to know something, I think you're special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a chance, a punt on us.&lt;br /&gt;The weather's on our side, and we've got the day off.&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd like too, let me take you away&lt;br /&gt;You want to know something, I think you're great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Making up a picnic, check the forecast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've done this&lt;br /&gt;You know the winter dragged on right through the spring&lt;br /&gt;But now it's changed, turned for the better&lt;br /&gt;You want to know something, I think you're special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep Sunday free, and spend it with me&lt;br /&gt;It mightn't happen again, you never can tell&lt;br /&gt;But I'll only ask once, let me take you away&lt;br /&gt;Away from the city and into open space.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Making up a picnic, check the forecast&lt;br /&gt;Making up a picnic, check the forecast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Details*&lt;br /&gt;Written at 8/180 Bridge Road Glebe and refined  at 28 Douglas Street Redfern.&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Robert Grayson Hodgson&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the Royal National Park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108123244930688979?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108123244930688979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108123244930688979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123244930688979' title='For the Weekend - 1999'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108114146229739880</id><published>2004-04-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:09:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge Road - 1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bridge Rd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late to call you up?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;You'd fallen asleep on the couch in front of some TV show.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to hear from me of all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, 'How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I know we talked on Tuesday but it's Wednesday afternoon.'&lt;br /&gt;And you say, 'That's cool,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not up to much, how about you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down the stairs, try to catch a cab on Bridge Road&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the driver , he reminds me of someone I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;Than it comes to me, in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, 'How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I know we talked on Tuesday now it's Wednesday afternnon.'&lt;br /&gt;And he says 'that's cool,&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving my cab while you're seeing your girl.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could stop babbling on&lt;br /&gt;to people I meet whom I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It just seems to make things easy for me,&lt;br /&gt;to lie to myself makes it all okay.&lt;br /&gt;You make it all okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Details*&lt;br /&gt;Written on loungeroom floor at 8/180 Bridge Rd Glebe.&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Royal Deluxe and Robert Grayson Hodgson.&lt;br /&gt;About the only French woman in Waterloo.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108114146229739880?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108114146229739880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108114146229739880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108114146229739880' title='Bridge Road - 1998'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108114034520004624</id><published>2004-04-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:49:28.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret - 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Secret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep your secret, that's something to bet on&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me, the devil and the deep blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of you friends will find out&lt;br /&gt;not if it's got anything to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;To them it will be mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep your secret, that's something to bet on&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me, the devil and the deep blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of your friends will find out&lt;br /&gt;not if it's got anyhting to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;To them it will be mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they tell you that they know,&lt;br /&gt;well I guess I must have told,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Details*&lt;br /&gt;Written at 3/24 Elamang Ave Kirribilli&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Royal Deluxe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108114034520004624?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108114034520004624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108114034520004624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108114034520004624' title='Secret - 2001'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108088032180959896</id><published>2004-04-01T20:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:12:56.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my Head - 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Song in My Head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a house on the hill that I can see,&lt;br /&gt;walking with you alongside the beach&lt;br /&gt;We've just woken up, now walking to work&lt;br /&gt;We kiss at the stop and then you turn&lt;br /&gt;and head on your way, I watch as you go&lt;br /&gt;The bus moves off and I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;The right way to feel has the weather took hold&lt;br /&gt;'cause my heart felt warm, but then you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself, it's just spring&lt;br /&gt;this sort of thing happens at this time of year&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sad song, in my head,&lt;br /&gt;This is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I catch the train, to work every day&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the beach, well now and again&lt;br /&gt;That's because I've nowhere to stay&lt;br /&gt;Not since you gave me away.&lt;br /&gt;I moved in with a friend, made a new start&lt;br /&gt;called you up just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, you never called back&lt;br /&gt;you must be down at the beach or seeing a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself, it's just spring&lt;br /&gt;This sort of thing happens at this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sad song, in my head&lt;br /&gt;This is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Details*&lt;br /&gt;Written in loungeroom floor at 8/180 Bridge Road Glebe.&lt;br /&gt;Performed and recorded by Royal Deluxe for unreleased EP "Augusticity"  &lt;br /&gt;Performed by Robert Grayson Hodgson &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108088032180959896?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108088032180959896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108088032180959896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088032180959896' title='Song in my Head - 1999'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108088008647650415</id><published>2004-04-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:12:17.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Relax - written 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just Relax&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lights in town, rush past my window as I leave them behind&lt;br /&gt;The radio's broke, so I sing to myself to fill in the holes&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the beach, I breathed in salt air &amp; I drifted to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of the sea, floats past my pillow and talks to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relax. If I hear one more sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;I know you've never been this broke. But that's okay,&lt;br /&gt;Let's not mention love&lt;br /&gt;or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to town, I saw the brown smog before I saw Sydney tower&lt;br /&gt;I had the worst string, of red traffic lights starting at Hornsby&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my place, I switched off the engine and drifted away&lt;br /&gt;Still behind the wheel, a voice in my head starts to talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relax. If I hear one more sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;I know you've never been this broke, but that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Let's not mention love....&lt;br /&gt;or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Details*&lt;br /&gt;Written on lounge room floor of 8/180 Bridge Road Glebe.&lt;br /&gt;Performed and recorded by Royal Deluxe for unreleased EP "Augusticity"&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Robert Grayson Hodgson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108088008647650415?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108088008647650415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108088008647650415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088008647650415' title='Just Relax - written 1999'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108080206364393777</id><published>2004-03-31T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:51:21.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EMAIL: graysonhodgsonr@yahoo.com &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108080206364393777?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108080206364393777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108080206364393777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108080206364393777' title=''/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707432.post-108080163294534753</id><published>2004-03-31T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:44:10.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This will eventually have all my lyrics and musing on it: 1987 - 2004. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707432-108080163294534753?l=hobbsmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108080163294534753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707432/posts/default/108080163294534753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobbsmusic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108080163294534753' title=''/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16526561461262480190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
