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Get Back to You
03:04
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Crawling through the fog, just to get back home
Travelling in the dark, so I won’t feel so alone
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get right back to you
And there’s nothing I won’t do to get back to you
You watched us all set sail, across the murky sea
I’ve been standing in the dark, like a beggar on the street
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get right back to you
And there’s nothing I won’t do to get back to you
And I said a million things I could never take away
I passed a lot of good advice as I sailed out from the bay
And you stood on the shore, knowing all the while
That we were meant to be, candles burning bright
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get right back to you
And there’s nothing I won’t do to get back to you
And now that I am home, I know just what to do,
Take a look inside my self and never sell the truth
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get right back to you
And there’s nothing I won’t do to get back to you
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Life is like Life
03:24
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Life is like life is like life is like life.
You can't live in fear if you live in love.
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Here we all are
03:33
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He didn’t want no buckles on the soles of his shoes
He looked back in history to catch up on the news.
Digging through the pages to find his nine muses,
A mountain to climb, soul filled with uses…
A purpose to find.
Don’t speak to me if you’ve got the tongue to flatter
You know nothing matters unless you make it matter
Here we all are eternally now
Finding out why when we don’t know how…
He didn’t want the trouble, he just wrote the songs,
But the words dripped like honey and we all sang along
Pulled him apart, ask too many questions
The time was so right, but the answers were restless
Feeling for change..
50 years gone, a timeline of change,
A man rolls in triplets before he gets brave
He turns back to talk through catalogues gone
Some of us get it, the others just roll on
And yell for Hurricane
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Backroom Man
03:34
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Winter is the little death, you wear it on your shoulders,
Carry the world in every breath your dreaming makes it colder
Cover up stupidity with tired and well worn quotes
Tie me up and throw me in just to see if I can float
So try and own it, before it owns you
You’re walking your walk and talking with a forked tongue
like a melancholy back room man
You talked to me for an hour, I could only nod,
You were so unheard unread everything was wrong
An ear worm digging deeper, like the devil’s daughter,
Blindfold me to a glass of sand and tell me that it’s water
And the underbelly’s visceral, the locals all seem miserable.
There ain’t no horse to hitch a rope to, all the marriages are mournful, The bottom of the serpent’s here, you’ve got the words but you ain't got the ear.
Second hand prams three old mans, bourbon and cones broken bones
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John and Mick were brothers from the wrong side of the tracks
They grew up on the edge of town with mangy dogs and feral cats
Their old man was a drunkard, their mother was on pills,
Juvenile and divvy vans, the little boys grew up, hiding and lying fighting and stealing, trying anything to replace that love that they never got
John was two years older and Mick looked up to him, whatever shit he got into, Mick fell in twice as deep.
One or two assaults, a couple of stolen cars, the little boys well hid within were fast becoming stars of the court room, hiding and lying fighting and stealing, trying anything to replace that love that they never got
Cos John, I’d really love to see you, but it’s just not worth my while
I was thinking mid-September brother but I can’t do it for that price…
Now John’s down in Tasmania and he’s shacked up with Ayleen,
He used to be her brother in law but prison cleared that scene.
He held her close late one night, when Mick was in dhurringile,
Brothers then in blood alone; brothers twice denied
He broke the news on the scratchy phone, hiding and lying fighting and stealing, trying anything to replace that love that they never got.
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All Fall Down
03:29
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Mid-September comes around and Mick’s on the rolling ferry, saved up his money from doing some jobs, counted every dirty penny.
Two boxes by his side, full of tomorrow’s bad news, three for him three for her and two just in case, you’ll know by the look on my face
Chorus:
I’ll go bang bang bang
You’ll all fall down
You’ll see me smile before you die and you’ll all fall down.
This soup of rage is better served cold, as I walked down the path to the front door. Bad news was loaded, one two three four five six, my broken heart began to pound.
I see two Super 8 grazed knee boys playing in my mind’s eye and the red fog comes rolling down, the hellhounds are howling, my mind is unfurling the madness ends right now…
You knew there was a price when you stole my girl away, you sold me up the river while my hands were tied and my mind was bound, every action must react to the fiction and the fact, you know I love you brother, but do not to me what you’d do to others, or I’ll be forced to go…
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7. |
Take me Back to Marlow
04:48
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Byron and Shelly around the table one night,
Young Mary overheard just one line
Story sprang from a seed planted there,
A monster tale a tragic love affair
To and fro right across the way, they were young and so ready to play with the minds of the unknowing
Freethinking’s gonna do you no good, when the church puts you in a mood.
And writing ghost stories ain’t no joke, except the ones about the holy host.
Sitting around altering your mind, trying to get all the planets aligned, wondering why she was so twisted
Shelley’s boat goes down
Sank in a storm out of leghorn
Washed up man the love was cold, burn the body not the soul
Shelley’s boat goes down
Take you back to when he was 18
Mrs Nicholson kept his sheets clean
Took him a while to get the job done
She made all the boys tingle while she scrubbed
Gentry man living where it’s at, a touch of brandy and a mercury hat.
Won’t take no seat between the nobles
I take you down to the watery grave
Young Harriet went the same way
They found her floating in a London lake
Just three weeks later he wed again
No widow’s window for the man, who takes his loving when he can
Get dry before you get cremated
And a doppelanger on that fateful day, while Percy was sailing back to Italy
On a schooner by the name of Don Juan.
So the script was written long before the storm
A boat fit for a libertine, a man who wrote and thought and dreamed
Take me back Marlow
Washed up man, love was cold burn the body not the soul
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Holes in his Shoes
03:07
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The day was cold and grey and all the worker ants they were pushing through
His voice was shredded like the lining of my old cheap wedding suit
He asked me for a dollar so he could get a feed, just a little something in his hour of need.
I shook my head and stumbled back in the swirling mass, no patron saint of hard luck men, I was something worse than that.
I walked along a pace or two and pulled up short just like I had been shot.
I saw myself in a flash, a swirling whirling feeling of being where he was
My hand went in my pocket and I turned around, I pushed my way back through the grey and took back my old ground.
He looked at me I looked at him I gave him what I had, I gave without attachment just two connected men
If you’ve got five give him two, don’t judge a man by the holes in his shoes.
He mumbled me a gratitude; a heartfelt note to thank me for the flow
I said if you were me and I was you, I’d reckon that you’d hoe the same row
He said he wasn’t sure,
Given all the pain a dollar held’s a dollar kept, it keeps the cold at bay.
I said fill the bucket of the man, give so you can get again.
If you’ve got five give him two, don’t judge a man by the holes in his shoes.
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Eliza's Been Gone
03:37
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Eliza’s Been Gone, way beyond, took a piece of me with her when she travelled on
Eliza’s been Gone, hold me close, I need to feel what’s gone, so I know what I’ve still got.
Pain is pain and grief is grief,
Filling air with watered words
And burying my relief
Cos, the line is drawn, the curtain’s down, we all take our final call
But it doesn’t break the bough
Eliza’s Been Gone, restless night, takes me to those waking dreams where I float between the light.
Eliza’s Been Gone, another day, I’m swaying in the twilight as I put on my outdoor face.
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Why do you do me Wrong?
02:03
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11. |
I Am Not
03:23
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Festooned blonde in a silver merc
Hair wouldn’t move in a hurricane
She looks me up she looks me down
I’m wondering just who is the cliché?
She don’t do much but drive and talk
Husband works in real estate.
Diamonds on her spotted wrist
He moves mansions down Brighton way
Desire is the chain which binds me to the wheel
I only need to close my eyes to know what you feel
I am not what I have
I am not what I do
I am not what you think of me
I am no different from you
I sit her down and break the news
See shivers running down her spine
She shakes her head and the hair don’t move
All she’s got a waste of time
She gets the vibe she knows the score
She buys herself a new way out
Flowing skirts and drumming classes
Giving til the sorrow’s south
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Both Eyes Open
03:56
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I was torn between the wind and the way it was blowing
I couldn’t see for showing
But I drank your smell as you walked past then went back to dreaming,
Underhanded dealings
I had to float back to how I felt on the night that we first met,
That little spark of time that showed the best was still ahead of us yet
Will you feel what I feel
When it’s time to turn the wheel
Dreaming with both eyes open
Build the walls then break them down
To get back to the feeling, crying and revealing
Take your shot then take me home,
And we will grow together
The moment lasts forever
I turned to face the sun knowing that I couldn’t hide my head
And I put the clouds away and you became my mystery instead
Will you feel what I feel
When it’s time to turn the wheel
Dreaming with both eyes open
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13. |
Brother I Never Had
04:03
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Had a dream last night you and me in New York City
Talking about old times
You rolled to the right, so I rolled to the left
I’d answer back but always take your advice
Don’t see you near as much as I used to
But that don’t mean that you’re not on my mind well
Things were always good, even when they were bad
You were the brother that I never had
Triple vodkas in a Singapore bar
We were four floors high and rolling home
Waterfalls and hire cars
Lit the fuse on 1000 shows
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Dave Walker VIC, Australia
Dave Walker made his first record in 1998 and has been churning them out ever since. Variety of styles and a whole range of different musicians.
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