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All or nothing beauty
04:36
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while the dead scream liberation
and the living push so hard
me I dream my time away
in warm North Melbourne bars
she comes a sailing to my inbox
from Holland in the rain
to ask me what I’m doing
the gorgeous Roosmarijn
she’s my all or nothing beauty
and she’s here with me sometimes
she turns my mental cigarettes
into caviar and wine
when I met her it was winter and
I courted her with rhythm
when I wrote to her
I played with words and
she wrote back and played with mine
in streams of warming technicolour
broken English bold in flame
she told me that she loved me and
I guess I felt the same
my all or nothing beauty
throwing petals on my bed
she loves me back to living
then she disappears again
when I was young I tried to keep her
and hold her for my own
her beauty was my savior
I was scared to be alone
but now my love
it speaks like silence
she has hers and
I have mine and
if she’d ever need me
I’d always have the time
and as she winds through many pleasures
that I could never name
I hope the world watches over her
and shields her from the pain
as our time keeps right on pounding
bringing happy times and friends
as I lie with different woman
and she lies with different men
I’ll always keep her wrapped inside me
and bring her back out when
my all or nothing beauty
she looks me up again
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Roses
04:12
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last night I heard you saying
something about me
and all you want to do is shine, shine
sirens singing
far across the sea
sounds like a train whistle whine
sounds like a train whistle whine
roses in the yard
flower in the spring
hold you in my arms
give you everything
I will give you everything
one time you caught me
lying through my hat
well I paid for the crime
I figured out too late
that’s not where its at
I knew it all the time
roses in the yard
flower in the spring
hold you in my arms
give you everything
I will give you everything
I’ve got a feeling
we’ve been here before
but it ain’t déjà vu’
all this theory
what good is this for
the future is untrue
roses in the yard
flower in the spring
hold you in my arms
give you everything
I will give you everything
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3. |
Little Victories
04:16
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beginning to fit into this
skin beginning to
let things that I kept out in
beginning to cut
through ropes that I tied
with chin up I
wade into this rising tide
I’m getting older that’s the truth
I’ve got lines on my hands and my face
that’s the prove
I sift through my life with open eyes now
find the lies out
and cut them loose
beginning to sort
through the treasures I’ve found
I don’t look behind too much
now I look around
beginning to see
past the mirrors and smoke
finally finding ways
to fix the things that I broke
I’m getting older that’s the truth
I’ve got lines on my hands and my face
that’s the prove
I sift through my life with open eyes now
Find the lies out
And cut them loose
beer and marijuana
the little victories and all the dead ends
the hume highway
sun rises and sets
the sound of my daughters little footsteps
and the healing that hides in her laugh
the weight that resides within my chest
for the things that fill up my heart
now I feel blessed living
in this big town
like a lover caressed
I’m North Carlton bound and
I can’t believe all the things
I thought I knew
cos the things I know now and
all the shit I see through
I’m getting older that’s the truth
I’ve got lines on my hands and my face
that’s the prove
I sift through my life with open eyes now
find the lies out
and cut them loose
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4. |
Memory
04:00
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you can drive all night to see her
watch the rising sun
screaming at your windshield
wondering what you’ve done
you might drive forever
if that is what it takes
to get your mind clear of these webs
get over them shakes
last time Bobby saw her
standing in that dress
all his things out in the yard
they were such a mess
you can beg forgiveness
you can’t take back what you’ve done
sometimes it’s hard to finish
what it is you have begun
it all fades into a memory
a memory a memory
it all fades into a memory
a memory of what was
well you’ve got to face the future
and you’ve got to walk that line
if you fall off get back up
and do it every time
no planning for tomorrow
cos you might cash in today
if your chips fall pick them up
don’t throw them all away coz
It all fades into a memory
a memory a memory
It all fades into a memory
a memory of what was
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5. |
Smoke Stacks
03:16
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fighting with my girlfriend gets me down
these internal smoke stacks
are gonna burn my body to the ground
fighting with my girlfriend gets me down
so I turn to old friends in my town
they tell me jokes and pass me joints
until we find a friendly bar and settle down
i love my old friends in my town
I call her up when i can't drive home
cos way too pissed and feeling just
a little bit more alone
when i try to tell her it falls out wrong
there's too many ways to say
babe you keep me hanging on
your voice is breaking up and
i'm breaking down on this bloody phone
broken boned wondering
if you're gonna stick around
i can't keep fighting
the same old war
it's a battle with the needle and
the holes a little deeper than before
i don't want to fight with you anymore
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Keizersgracht
03:33
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she's too perfect for me
man her lines and her symmetry
she's tanned and she's trim
my body's just skin
myself is all I can be
she's too perfect for me
she's of artistic pedigree and
she's highly strung and
I'm easily undone
I take things too personally
but I'm playing the game
the only way i know how
I reckon it's plan
I better find a way out
she's sipping champagne
and I'm throwing back stout
thinking she's too perfect for me
she's too perfect for me
man that smiles from nobility
with her Egyptian tombs and
her gourmet perfumes
I'm standing there in a t shirt and jeans
she's too perfect for me
what the hell could she see in me
Amsterdam's fun but
I've sure got to run cos
she's to perfect for me
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7. |
Believe
04:24
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be careful what you wish for
it may just come true
i should have been more careful
when I wished that I had you
we live our lives together
you're standing in the hall
looking out the window and
i don't know you at all
i try to believe that
you were made for me
a glance across a table can
bend or break a heart
it stands apart from reason and
involuntary thought
what has come, what
has been and
what may never be
the will to see another day and
hope for what it brings
I try to believe that
you were made for me
so come a little closer and
whisper in my ear all
your hopes all your
joys all your doubts and fears
when at night your lonesome and
what's inside your mind
wakes you up call
my name you know
it will be fine
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Back beaches of Rye
03:19
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I remember sitting with you by the ocean
you were pondering the changing tide
i blew smoke rings out into the evening
and i said i loved you on those back beaches of Rye
If i could've stilled the hands of time
you'd be in my arms, not just on my mind
love's like a bird and i found out the only way
yesterday how it weighs on my mind
here on the back beaches of Rye
I know the Bass Straight wind wont
bring back my youth again
but it does more than simply chill me to the bone
it knows a life i knew and holds the chances that i blew
and it knows me and you
when me and you was home
If i could've stilled the hands of time
you'd be in my arms, not just on my mind
love's like a bird and i found out the only way
yesterday how it's bound to see me cryin'
here on the back beaches of Rye
If i could've stilled the hands of time
you'd be in my arms, not just on my mind
love's like a bird and i found out the only way
like the hidden meanings in all of those songs we used to play
yesterday how it weighs on my mind
here on the back beaches of Rye
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north melbourne you're a wallflower
you stand back where others have shone
with your bars of dreaming hearts and
open minds
with the housewives choice and
mark ferries voice singing
copper kettle and calling me home
I've laid there among the junipers often
at the town hall my second home
well i came here to be
from over the sea
across asian bounds in planes
with bob and willie nelson
the only things true inside my veins
but you showed me the ground and
you slowed me down
with your smog covered windows
pavements and walls and
you taught me to drink and
that people who think are
seldom the ones who
are heard
I've fallen in love and
I've fallen to hell and your
streets they know me
plain either strung out
from half cut ideas or
the carlton I've been pumping
through my veins
with no weight from the world
you're a country girl though
you're close to the city your
mind's still your own you
thought - 'we'll wait and see' and
babe you let me be whatever was
in my world
fitzroy's got it all but
she knows it far too well and
the bay sure is beautiful but
pretentious as hell
my love she's calm in silence
with her market and gardens
she true and she's free and
she laughs and says
'shaun for fuck sake don't take things so, seriously'
well the world it is run by
cash and when on fails
another tries to let
money bribe apart your
timid thighs and they
buy you new clothes and
put shit up your nose
babe I feel you changing and
not as you should
so when i go
my darling I know I'll
be leaving you for good.
who can tell where my
fortune has fell when
the years have come and gone
when my afros cut back to mask
my foreheads shine and my
steps I retrace going back
to the place where errol st
bends near the clock tower
tall and I'll walk down the
street in my old beaten
feet for a glass at the townhall.
and there we'll be
my lady and me now
wrinkled around the ends
next to girls with shiny faces
playing with latest fashion men and
her hand's I'll caress and her
heart I will bless but
from mine I will confess
with johnny and jules and
the rest of us fools
that's the way I loved you best
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10. |
Be my June
04:33
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well the sun goes down
on a youthful man whose sinking
into night times missed and
the drunken fist that
drives you down to hell
watching all the bands
search for something new
and younger better men
all coming through
fellas you know how it goes
when it comes to drinking
well i've lost that voice
that tells you that will do
these days 15 beers hum
a simple tune
come on baby
be my june
come on baby be my june and
i'll try and be your johnny cash
just get here before i crash
come on baby be my june
well, in stumbling duress I lent
and thought it over for a while
mounting debts and cigarettes really
ain't my style
I've got to sort it out and
start a new hitch my
pants and find a different
point of view
but fellas you know how it goes
when it comes to drinking
well these days I find it hard to
have a few and
the traffic lights they'll tap
their empty tune in the middle of
the night again
come on baby be my june
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the idle hoes Melbourne, Australia
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