Tuesday, 10 April 2018

Chapter 5 - Truth is stranger than fiction

As the buds of new growth appeared and winter’s icy fingers subsided for yet another year, James arrived at East Wing one morning to find that Yvonne’s desk was cleared of all her belongings.  As he looked around, Yvonne entered the office with a packing box.

“Morning James, sorry I only got the news late last night, so decided to get an early start, with the eer packing.”

She paused for a moment and then continued, “Eeerr, there’s been a re-structure…in Fergan’s area. I’m the new lead, there. I understand Fergan’s not eerr, working here anymore. In fact, it’s uncertain where he is.”

She gently put the box down and continued, “I understand, that you too have news about, eerr, some changes that affect you. 


Check your email.”

She smiled reassuringly, and James switched on the computer to check his email.

“Morning, Judi,” said James as he entered the Executive Suite.

“Morning, James, said Judi. “It’s good to see you back. I hope you enjoyed your, eeer change in surroundings.”

“Yes, I did,” replied James. “It was very eeer worthwhile….”

She smiled disingenuously as James made his way to his office. Putting his case down on the desk, he sighed and looked around. Yes, he thought to himself. It is good to be back.

“Morning James,” said Rodger, as he walked by. He stopped for a moment and said, “Well good to have you back. I hope you enjoyed your, eeerr, sojourn…”

He too smiled disingenuously and without blinking, James steadied his gaze and replied, “Yes, Rodger, all was fine – you could say it was eerr, very…enlightening..”

Rodger, clearing his throat, said, good, good and replied, “See you at 11am catch ups then.”

Suzanne quickly followed as Rodger disappeared and she too greeted James, accompanied by a rather brilliant smile. For James it was a bit too dazzling, however as he had done with Rodger, he steadied his gaze and flashed a rather pragmatic smile in return.

“See you at catch ups, then, James,” said Suzanne as she moved away quickly towards her office.

“Just another day,” thought James, as he switched on his PC and began where he had left off almost a year ago.

Chapter 4 - Truth is stranger than fiction

After he left for the day, James felt more like himself, accepting the situation but also knowing that what he was working on may reveal more about Fergan’s intentions. James couldn’t help but feel vindicated knowing that perhaps Fergan was rorting the system in some way so as not to have the finger pointed at him. Still James had worked long enough to know that these sorts of issues were problematic if raised and it may well be that despite his best intentions, the revelation may well backfire not only on him but more, concerning upon Yvonne, if they were to expose this.

Despite his concerns, he slept well and awoke the next day ready to give Yvonne the update.

As he approached East Wing, he saw Jamie walking towards him, most likely thought James heading towards the Executive Suite to his own office. Jamie caught a glimpse of James and greeted him. He stopped to talk as they past, announcing to James that he really enjoyed his new office and that he hoped that he enjoyed his desk in East Wing. He asked how Yvonne was and whether she was missing him as he said that he had had enough of working in the big office and was keen to get back to Yvonne, Lisa and the paper run.

James was a bit surprised by the conversation and wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He simply acknowledged Jamie and said,
“Yes, I will pass your regards onto Yvonne,” and proceeded to continue walking.

“James,” said Jamie, “I know that they know that I’m not quite right.” He paused for a moment and James was again taken aback thinking about Yvonne’s conversation that Jamie had negotiated one day off a month for staff.

He paused before speaking and said, “Yes Jamie, that might be so, however be assured that all of us, one way or the other aren’t quite right.”

He left it at that and continued on.

Jamie called out, “Thanks James, I really belong in East Wing, when do you want your office back?”
“Soon enough,” replied James.

Yvonne was already in and when he appeared she said morning. James told her he had the report for them to look over and she said that they’d go to a quiet room to talk it over.

He opened his case and pulled out the report and they made their way to the room.

“Ok,” said James, “I can confirm that the figures are different in the database from the approved document. It’s cleverly prepared so as you mentioned no apparent discrepancies show initially. It’s only when you do dig a bit deeper, you can see anomalies and that for each total, the rounded cents have been harvested. Where they are going is unclear. While we suspect Fergan, it may be that he is working with one other to separate himself from…..it…..so as not to be blamed. We have to be very careful how we manage this Yvonne.”

He paused, before continuing, “I have very real concerns that if we raise this at a higher level, it may well backfire and this could have consequences not only for me but for you as well.”

He stopped while Yvonne digested this.

“Yes,” said Yvonne, “I have been doing some digging and I came across a linked account only visible when you drill down into the electronic records on the database. Only a few people have access to this and I see that the cents are being transferred to this account and then processed to make it appear as travel allowance for 6 staff. Since it’s been going on for several months, the amounts are considerable.”

She stopped before continuing and whispered, “Fergan’s account is one of the 6.”

His name hung in the air like thick mist as they realised the ramifications of their searches.

James broke the silence and said, “I’m not prepared to risk it, not prepared to risk jobs over this, Yvonne.”

“Yes,” said Yvonne, “it now has all become rather tricky.”

Deliberating for a moment, James, slowly began, “Yvonne, I have an idea.” “I spoke with Jamie today and he expressed interest in returning here. Since he did that work about the 1 day a month off in lieu of pay, I thought that you could bring him in under the premise of a special project and we could work it so that he initiates an internal review of Fergan’s budget documents with audit. That way we aren’t involved and there is no way Jamie would lose his job coming in under special measures. An internal review would pick up the discrepancies and it would be dealt with through the system as opposed to us getting, eerr, implicated.”

Flashing a smile, Yvonne, said “Brilliant. James, this is the reason you’re Executive material.”

The seasons changed from summer to autumn and as winter approached, litanies of colour adorned public spaces where people gathered, rugged up against winter’s icy fingers, perpetually searching for flesh to leech on to.

It was a time of consolidation - Jamie started back in East Wing with special projects. At his departure, James’ office remained empty. There were no staff announcements, so James assumed his role was not filled. He thought to approach the suite but decided against it since no-one had spoken to him since he’d been well, exiled. Instead, he showed up at East Wing each morning.


Sunday, 19 November 2017

Chapter 3 - Truth is stranger than fiction

He stepped out into the sunlight and breathed in deeply. Making his way to his car, he knew he had to keep it together. As he approached his car, he saw his executive assistant and upon seeing him, she quickly scuttled away.

“Blast,” thought James, “even Judi’s playing the game.”

Shaking his head, he quickly reached his car. Unlocking it, he slid into the driver’s seat. After turning on the ignition, he relaxed, secure that this environment would not betray.

Once he got home he tore off his clothes and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. He grabbed a coldie and collapsed onto the lounge. He turned on the TV, absentmindedly surfing the channels, drinking. The morning’s events replayed themselves and his emotions too played a tune that he knew he had to listen to.

He couldn’t believe Fergan. He knew it had to have been him. He was the only one authorising staff movements. Cursing, James shifted his body. Clasping his head in his hands, he churned over the unexpected series of events of the morning where he’d been unceremoniously turfed out of his office, given scant regard for his position or title, and asked to go in a matter of minutes without any an explanation, simply because process had said so.

“Damn it,” he cried, “a process gone mad.”

Shaking with fury, he pounded his fist into the cushion on the lounge until his knuckles ached with the force of his blows. After a while, he dropped his hand beside his body and it was then that exhaustion overwhelmed him.

His coughing woke him, with Kylie nudging his cheek.

He felt strangely calm and embraced his kelpie, her nose moist against his face. She barked as he reacted and stretching he lay for a few minutes until Kylie’s persistence forced him up and out into the kitchen to feed her.

It was late, he had slept for several hours and even thought he had been through an ordeal, he was determined to return tomorrow. He knew Yvonne was an ally and she understood. He was ready for the challenges.

The next morning, the shower refreshed him, and he stepped out drying his body.  Getting into his work clothes, he tried not to think too hard about the day. He hastily ate his muesli and gulping down orange juice, left the house for work.

Access to the under croft was still available and he drove to his regular parking spot. Smiling, he put this down to a good omen as he made his way to East Wing.

Yvonne was already at her desk when he arrived.

“Morning, Yvonne.”

Yvonne looked up and greeted James.

Lisa won’t be with us for 6 months. She’s gone to despatches to help with the new mailroom contract.

“Aha,’ said James, “so it’s just you and me now.”

Yvonne, nodded and James went on to say that he was ready to look at the work she had asked him about yesterday.

Yvonne rummaged in her draw and pulled out a document and handed it to James.

“Ok, James, can you check these figures against the database updates? Fergan signed off on this but I am not certain he has calculated the figures correctly. When I did a rough estimate, the 0.01% translated into cents are not accounted for on any of the totals I checked so I don’t know where the cents have gone? They are very small amounts, but there is a lot of them, so it would be nice to know anyway.”

James looked at the documents and said, “Yes, I am familiar with the budget forecasts for the upcoming fiscal year. These have come past my desk many times. I will check the totals against the figures in the database.”

“That will be brilliant,” said Yvonne and continued, “I’ve just got to get this report finalised for despatches at 10.00 so I will leave it with you.”

They both worked in silence and when Yvonne announced her departure for her meeting, James responded with an “ok” and continued working.

He was still working when Yvonne returned at NOON. She said for him to slow down, however he said that he would continue checking the figures. Yvonne left him to it and went to lunch.

As James continued, he realised a pattern was emerging with each of the 0.01%’s on the totals and the totals in the database. Scratching his head, and not certain where the cents had gone, he decided to take a break.
When he returned, Yvonne was back at her desk and she asked him how he was going. He confirmed to her what she had suspected.

There was silence as they reflected on their findings.

James walked around the office and spoke.

“Yvonne, they are such small amounts, no-one noticed the rounding. That’s why it’s never been picked up. It’s only because you did a cross-check that you realised there were anomalies. Once it’s signed off, no-one questions Fergan’s decisions….”
“Mmmm,” replied Yvonne. “If this is so, then the cents are going somewhere..…..”

They both reflected, and it was as if they came to the same conclusion simultaneously.

James moved closer to Yvonne and lowering his tone said, “You don’t think, you know, that he, he is moving out the money, somewhere else? He stopped and his voice barely audible said, “Yvonne, you don’t think he is taking it…?”

Yvonne slowly nodded and said, “Yes I suspected this was happening – is it Fergan or someone else working with him and he knows about it but has distanced himself to remove any responsibility?”

Before either could speak, Yvonne’s phone rang, and she reached to answer it.

James continued with the cross-checking and when Yvonne got off the phone said that she had to leave early but they would talk more about this over the week.



Sunday, 15 October 2017

Chapter 2 - Truth is stranger than fiction

With that the men from property walked out of the room and left James standing beside the desk.

Muttering to himself, James vented his frustration by swearing before reaching for the phone on the desk. When he realised there was no tone he abruptly put the phone back on its handle and paced around the room.

“I am the Executive Officer in this place, and I have been relegated to…a desk in the basement. Someone’s head is going to roll.”

Before he could do anymore, the door opened, and two women walked in.

“Hi Jamie,” they said. “My, don’t you look flash.”

James replied with, ‘My name is James, not Jamie – there is a mistaken identity.”

The women twittered before one of them said, ‘Oh come on Jamie, have you been to elocution lessons on the weekend. Look how you are talking, all good and proper.”

With that they both laughed again and busied themselves at their desks, getting ready for the day.


“Come on, Jamie,” said the taller of the two women, “You’ve still got to collect the papers no matter how flash you’re looking and talking today.”

“Papers,” spat James. “Don’t you know who I am? I am James Buinthelly, Executive Officer of this company. I do not collect papers the papers are delivered to me in the Executive Suite where I will be returning as soon as I find out who the idiot was who assigned me this……” he trailed off as he motioned to the desk.

Nonchalantly the taller woman shrugged her shoulders and announced, “My you won’t get far today, Jamie with that attitude. The best thing you can do is to change into your spare clothes you keep in your locker. That will bring you down to our level, once you get out of that suit.”

Infuriated, James turned and left the office and made his way to the lift.

He made his way back to the Executive Suites, however when he reached the door, he found his pass did not swipe to let him in. He peered through the glass doors, trying to get the attention of Marianne who was chatting to Jamie, the new owner of his office.

When he realised that he wasn’t getting noticed, he reluctantly turned and left, thinking he would call Judi to get her to sort it out and made his way back to East Wing. At least, there, he thought he had a desk and phone. Loosening his tie and removing his jacket, he felt surprisingly calm.

Opening the door to his new office, Yvonne (the taller woman) turned when she heard footsteps.

 “Hello.” So, you’ve returned.”

 “Yes,” he said.

He made his way to his desk, claiming his space by putting his case on it.

“Mmm,” she said, as she looked at him. “So,” she continued, Lisa’s gone to collect the papers, James….Jamie.” She was silent and then continued, “Whoever you are, you are working with us for now. I’m your Manager.”

Yvonne continued to stare at him, bemused at his presence. She played along, “Ok Jamie, when you’re settled, I’ll go through this morning’s data entry, just to err, refresh you, so we all know what we need to do..”

James nodded and switched on his computer. “Sure,” he said, and catching her name badge, continued, “Sure, Yvonne.”

Their eyes locked and then both turned away, James unpacked his bag and Yvonne set her eyes at the computer.

When he was settled, he let Yvonne know. She stopped what she was doing and began coaching him. He quickly picked up the method and almost embarrassed at having to give him the instructions, Yvonne was relieved to be able to return to her computer.

They worked in silence. James continued with the data entry, however, he wrestled with the demotion. Containing his feelings, he made an internal deal to see the day through as if it was a normal day in the office.

He debated about calling Judi and while he knew he was within his rights, an implicit feeling told him not to do it. Being placed, though in a position of powerlessness, which is how he considered his current position to be, the only thing he felt he could do was to listen to his inner compass. That is, if he wanted to survive this ordeal, intact. Holding this thought, he focused on the data entry.

After delivering the papers Lisa returned and noticing James at work, said, “All’s well then,” as she sat at her desk.
The team worked silently for several minutes until Yvonne got up and announced she was going to a meeting. When gone, Lisa turned to James, saying “If you need anything, let me know.”

He sensed she understood more than she was willing to say and replied, “Thanks Lisa.”

Both turned back to their work. The only sound was the tapping of fingers on keyboards and as if sensing the unsettling atmosphere, Lisa asked James if he minded if she switched the radio on.

“No problem,” he said.

The music dispelled the silence, and both were grateful for the added dimension the music brought to the room as they carried on with the morning’s work.

His mind wandered, thinking about that person with his name who sat in his office. He wistfully looked up the name of his executive assistant in the staff directory. His name was listed as her manager and when he clicked on it, the face of the person in his office displayed. Before he could express any emotion, Yvonne appeared.

“God,” she said, “that Fergan is his usual self, making changes to next year’s staffing budget without any real consultation. Just doing it to save his own hide.”

James swung his chair around, and said, “I go back a long way with Fergan. We both started out in in Revenue. I got promoted to a job he wanted, and he has never forgotten. I don’t know why, he has done alright. He’s clambered over people though to get to where he is and would be the first to throw you under a bus to save himself.”

James paused for a moment before continuing, “It’s why I’m here.”

Yvonne added, “Yes he had Jamie, our Jamie at the meeting. The guy who replaced you in..Executive."

She paused and then continued, “I don’t know how, but Jamie held his own. He came in under special measures, yet has come up with an extraordinary idea which is being put to the board next week.”

She stopped speaking for a moment and then continued, “Jamie’s proposing 1 day off in lieu, for staff each month in response to all the conversations he had with people over the past 12 months when collecting and delivering newspapers. Productivity and profits are high - under this model profits are projected to skyrocket.”

James nodded, allowing Yvonne to continue. “Yes, extraordinary suggestion, yet so true. Why not? If the staff are increasing profits, this means the company is well ahead – and a day off each month will improve staff morale. Quite astounding really.”

James reflected and then said, "mmm special measures, inclusive workforce, yes everyone makes contributions.”

“Yes,” said Yvonne, “it’s a label really – the way I observed Jamie handling himself like a seasoned pro.”

There was silence before she continued, “He does, though, know that he well, he isn’t ….er…the full….”

She continued, “I see how he interacts with the guys – they are very accepting, but I can see in him, that sense that, well he knows that he isn’t quite up to it – he knows, that they know, that he isn’t, well, that there is a bit missing…even so, the guys are so decent about it….

There was silence, both lost in their thoughts until Yvonne piped up. “Can you look at something for me.”

“Yes, what is it?”

She rummaged around her desk looking for a piece of paper and while she was doing it, James piped up, “Er actually Yvonne do you mind if I have an early mark? I’m feeling quite….shattered..”

Yvonne, stopped what she was doing and said, “Oh of course. It’s been quite a day?”

James collected his belongings and made for the door. “Thanks Yvonne, that’s great, see you tomorrow.”





Sunday, 17 September 2017

Chapter 1 - Truth is stranger than fiction

James Buinthelly pressed the button on the remote and the creaky roller-door sprung to life as he drove into the under-croft carpark. Parking, he turned off the ignition and slid out of the driver’s seat, and grabbed his case. After activating the car’s lock, he entered the lift and ascended to the First Floor Executive Suite.

 In his mind, he ran through his morning’s plan as he exited and walked the short distance to the foyer.

“Morning Marianne”, he said to the receptionist as he headed to his office and where his personal assistant, Judi sat at her desk.

As he walked past the other executives’ suites and rounded the slight bend, he saw people in his office, moving furniture. One of the men was talking to another, who was standing in the middle.

Before he could enter, Judi met him.

“Oh James, sorry there’s been a…misunderstanding….”She paused for a moment, before continuing,

“Property arrived this morning with a new desk.”

Looking embarrassed, she stopped and then continued, “It’s been authorised by Greg Fergan for someone called James.”

“Excuse me, furniture arrived?” said James.

He moved his briefcase erratically in response to the news.

Stepping away, James moved toward his office. But before he could go any further, Judi followed, her skirt rustling as she walked quickly to stop him.

“James, I am sorry….but I have a request that, another…..” before trailing off.

Sensing her reluctance to tell him more, he said, “Judi, if there is something you need to say, just say it.”

“Well, James…,” hesitating, she continued, “eer James Buinthelly, um same name as you, goes by Jamie has been, moved into your office.”

“What,” hissed, James, “what do you mean, moved in – let me talk to …. “

He waved his suitcase in the direction of the men rearranging the furniture and stepped their way.

Before he could go any further, one of the men greeted him, “Oh sorry, we’ve got notice that….”

The man paused and looked at his notes, “that Jamie Buinthelly,” he gestured towards a man standing beside the furniture, “that” and he repeated the name again, “that Jamie Buinthelly is moving into this office.”

James stood silently before exclaiming, “I am James Buinthelly and this is my office.” “Who are you? I demand to speak to your manager.”

Unconcerned, the man stood still and referred once again to his notes, “Er…I am sorry, but the request was authorised by Greg Fergan. It says Jamie Buinthelly is to move into this office.” He looked towards the door and read out the number, “SB 63, that’s the one.”

“I won’t have any of this,” scowled James as he made to move into his office but was stopped by the three men.

“Sorry, Mr er Buinthelly?” The man who had greeted him at the door once again looked at his notes and this time presented a photo ID which he waved towards the man still in the office and continued, “Mr Buinthelly, the name and photo we have here identifies James Buinthelly….”

The man with the notes continued to wave in the direction of the man beside the desk, and said, “Sorry,” I know that you say you are also Mr Buinthelly but the photo ID we have gives authority for that James Buinthelly to move in…” he trailed off, gesturing towards the office again, this time, almost apologetically.

James turned towards his personal assistant and exclaimed, “Judi, get Rodger onto this. This is an insult.”

Judi stood gawkily and said, “James, Rodger is interstate for the next week.”

He walked towards the other Executive Officer’s personal assistant and said, “Carol, Suzanne will be here soon, she will know this is ridiculous.”

Carol looked up, and said, “Sorry James, this is ridiculous, I know.” She went onto say, “Suzanne, too is interstate. Didn’t she tell you?”

“No,” said James. He was silent and then said, “I am going to see Fergan.” With that he marched out of the Offices where he had worked for the past three years and headed towards Fergan’s office.

When he got there, there was no-one around. Annoyed he walked quickly back to his office only to see the property men meeting him at the entrance.

“I want my office back,” demanded James.

The man with the notes spoke with James and said, “James, Jamie Buinthelly has been issued with this office. He paused for a moment as he looked through his notes and said, “Hang on, he read out James’ full name and asked to see his photo ID.

James reluctantly showed him his pass. The man checked the number against his notes as said, “You are allocated Office 64 in East Wing.” With that, he said to James, “follow me.”

James stood his ground and made to push past the men, however he was stopped from entering the Suite and was encouraged by the man with the notes to walk in the other direction.

They made their way to East Wing and James was escorted into the lift where it descended to the basement. They walked along the long corridor until they reached an opening and the man with the notes opened a door and ushered James in. He pointed to a desk in a small office containing three other desks and said, “James, this is your desk.”





Monday, 6 February 2017

Kaos

I get to the party and I am loaded up with presents, champagne and hot food navigating through the house between 3 poodles, kids and an obstacle course of coffee tables, chairs, and a long table assembled together with a collection of smaller tables placed in a walkway spilling out into the already crowded lounge room.

So I make my way to the kitchen, intact balancing the hot dish on my arm and hanging onto the champagne for dear life after having offloaded the present to the hostess. Standing room in the kitchen is about a little over 50 cm square from bench top to bench top and when I arrive it is crowded. I get bailed up by a couple I haven't seen in years and proceed to start a conversation amidst the chaos. The hostess offloads the hot dish and I am desperate to pop the champagne and I have suddenly launched into a spirited conversation with the couple who I haven't seen in a while. The bloke is eyeing off the champagne cork concerned I don't take out his eye in the process of popping it or worse take out the overhead lighting. People suddenly stand clear.

In the meantime the bloke whose been eyeing off the champagne cork accidentally spills his glass of red wine all over his white shirt and hastily elbows party goers out of the way to reach the sink in the kitchen to get water and sponges to soak up the stain.

There are plastic champagne glasses and wine glasses available which are badly constructed as the bases keep falling off and they are very unstable to drink out of.


I grab a more stable plastic glass, the champagne and I grab the hostess since it is her birthday and I want to pop it in her honour and we go outside to minimise any damage to people, light fittings or kids - success, the sweet sound pops signalling good times and celebrations. The hostess presents two unstable glasses to fill up. The one stable glass I found has been cast aside.

Reluctantly I take one of the unstable glasses and I wish the hostess a very happy birthday. We go back inside where the kitchen is now overflowing with guests and still more people arrive with food to put into the kitchen.

The flow of party goers moves out of the kitchen to make way for the newcomers and spills out into the lounge room, where we navigate around the long table assembled with a collection of smaller tables and move around coffee tables and poodles while kids run through gaps made by adults and chase one another into the other parts of the house.

We all shuffle around, keen to shake off that awkward feeling I'm sure many readers can identify with. Small talk prevails while the hostess buzzes around adding more presents to the pile of gifts precariously sitting atop of one another where one slight movement at any moment would see them tumble and fall over the lounge room floor only adding to the frenetic atmosphere.

There is a quiet lull in the room as party goers leave to go elsewhere in the house and the bloke who spilled red wine all over his shirt tries desperately to disguise the stain by crossing his arms across his abdomen but realises he can't hold the position all night and after speaking with his wife, he gets up to get his jacket out of the car.

In the meantime, the room is quite calm and fills up again with people. I encourage party goers to sit in the lounges and as I wave my arm, I spill portions of the champagne on my shirt. I race to the kitchen and get behind the bloke's wife who has also got up and is getting a refill. I laugh and say 'I'm not stalking you,' and she laughs and says those glasses are really unstable. She moves to one side as I announce I am after a sponge.

After this, I dig around the kitchen cupboards and find a stable glass and pour a rather large glass of champagne. I make my way back into the lounge room where poodles and coffee tables block my way so I retreat, go back through the kitchen and find a chair on the other side of the room and sit on it.

Success, I have a solid chair and a glass of champagne which is not spilling, I relax and finally start enjoying myself. However, it is short-lived as the hostess announces we are all going outside to eat and there is commotion as the large table which I am sitting next to has all the food taken off it with the tablecloth removed revealing a series of smaller camp style tables which are upended and folded up and taken outside to be set up.

We all make our way outside and happily chat as the tables have food added to them.

Anyhow, the hostess calls out ‘time to eat,’ and I put my glass on the table which is slightly angled on the down slop, however I place it firmly in the middle of the table believing it to be quite stable.

Just as I fill my plate with food, I am chatting happily with the hostess and suddenly the glass goes flying as one of the younger guests, sitting on a computer chair swirls around on it, upsetting the table and there is the sounds of glass shattering.

The hostess swings into action armed with a dustpan and broom states that everyone needs to keep away because it is glass. Chairs are moved to block kids getting through and the hostess sweeps frantically.

By this stage I am cringing but retain composure and sit eating and carry on a conversation. After a while the hostess too sits and eats and for the rest of the evening there are no more dramas.

Friday, 19 February 2016

Fire and Flood - Vance Joy

Fire and Flood was released in 2014. I didn't realise that this was an Australian singer until I did some research. There is awesome talent in this country, with influences from a range of singers, both international and home grown to create wonderful diversity in harmonies and lyrics.

I'm not really sure of the meaning in this song but I simply like it. Here is Fire and the Flood...


"Fire And The Flood"

I was only walking through your neighborhood
Saw your light on, honey; in the cold I stood
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are

I been getting used to waking up with you
I been getting used to waking up here
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are

There you are
There you are

You're the fire and the flood
And I'll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your head's resting next to mine
Next to mine
You're the fire and the flood

Since we met I feel a lightness in my step
You're miles away but I still feel you
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are
Late at night when you can't fall asleep
I'll be lying right beside you counting sheep
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are

There you are
There you are

You're the fire and the flood
And I'll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your head's resting next to mine
Next to mine
You're the fire and the flood

Now listen here she said
Boy when you know you'll know
And I know

You're the fire and the flood
And I'll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your head's resting next to mine
Next to mine
You're the fire and the flood