From the recording Sometimes I Wake Up Naked

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About The Song
During April/May 1999 a play called ‘Often I Find That I’m Naked’ ran at the Bakehouse Theatre in Adelaide. The play was written by Fiona Sprott and directed by Eva Hamburg. Although I did not go and see the play, and therefore have no idea what the play was about, I was intrigued by the title. This title, like several other phrases I have come across, seemed to act as a secret key into my subconscious. The title quickly rewrote itself as ‘Sometimes I Wake Up Naked’. By ‘naked’, I don’t mean physically naked; I use the word as a metaphor for being exposed to the world for all to see.

About The CD Cover
"As soon as I saw this painting by the artist, Sarah-Jane Cook, I wanted it for the cover of my CD. There was something about the face - the sadness in the eyes and mouth, and the general mood surrounding the image — that I connected with right away.

"The cover also reflects many of the themes on the album: the sadness of Madeleine & The Devil, and Night Falls Over Manhattan, the bleakness of Some Mother's Son, and the loneliness of The Crying Ground and Is This The Promise?”
~ Jim Lesses

JIM LESSES (vocals & guitar); JOHN MUNRO (lead guitar); DON HOLDERNESSE (fretless bass & congas); HUGH GORDON (violin); TRISH SMYLIE (harmonies).



Sometimes (I Wake Up Naked)

© 1999, Jim Lesses. All Rights Reserved.

Sometimes I wake up naked, I smile at the sight I see.

Sometimes I touch the mirror, and I wonder if that’s me.

Sometimes I run from the sunshine, avoiding the shadow behind.

Sometimes I want to go deeper still, but worry at what I find.

Sometimes I stand in the open, expose myself to friends.

Sometimes I crawl into corners, and wait for the fear to end.

Sometimes I laugh at the questions, but still I collect my prize.

Sometimes I cry at the answers, and shake my head at the lies.


Sometimes I wake up naked, sometimes it’s only a dream.

Sometimes I have to hold my breath, or else I have to scream.

Sometimes I think you don’t know me, sometimes I know you do.

Sometimes I don’t want to know myself, but that would never be true...oo... 

Ooo...    Ooo... Ooo...

Sometimes I wake up naked, I play the helpless fool,

Sometimes I feel my body breaking underneath the rules.

Sometimes I join in the struggle, by answering the calls,

Sometimes I make my great escape, by scaling over walls.

Sometimes I call out slogans, I follow the party line,

Sometimes I keep my mouth tight shut, when every word is mine.

Sometimes I stand at the edges, and look at the rocks below,

Sometimes I just want to clip my wings, when every voice says, Go!


Sometimes I wake up naked, I look for a place to hide.

Sometimes I peek behind the mask, and wonder what’s inside.

Sometimes I think I’m transparent, I’m the Invisible Man.

Sometimes I think I’m drowning, when I do the best I can.

Sometimes I kiss the sweet façade, so delicately thin,

Sometimes I hate the monster, that lives just under skin.

Sometimes I stand in the limelight, and cover myself in gloss,

Sometimes I lie in the darkness, and weep at the terrible loss.



Sometimes I wake up naked!