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Clouds Go Round
03:31
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Cold blue lights on these bare hills
When it falls dark here it falls so chill
And this old gold town
Is a bitter well
For whom it feeds, it also kills
Clouds they go round
And the dark, is measured by the glass
With the headlights out it’s like the open sea
I’ve worked so hard I wish there were two of me
And this old gold town
Is a cat O nine tails
Hands on the wheel, wishing there were two of me.
I approach each day with upturned palms
Seeking refuge in a lovers gentle arms
In a lovers gentle arms
But each day I’m here, feels a little more like hell
I’m cold up on the high shelf
So cold up on the high shelf
And the rains, well they just swept right past
And the dark, it’s measured by the glass.
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2. |
Bad Actors
03:12
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Was it even real
Are we just bad actors
Searching for a feel
Stumbling on our lines
It was a storm in a tea cup
A life on the outside
Would you read the leaves
From our bed and a bath
If you please, tell a tale of a lost cause
It was a storm in a tea cup
A life on the outside
As the bow broke waves
Denis Wilson waved us away,
he waved us away
It was a storm in a tea cup
It was a life full of bad luck
It was nuthin but a storm, in a tea cup.
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Bury your fears deep down
Keep the least of them close
Carpet baggers are moving around
And it's so desperately sad
The way they waited through the night
With nothing but hope
To see them through to the morning light
Don’t take your God to Town
I burned this hole in my mind
With dragons bone
And a bloody knife
And it's so desperately sad
The tales they told the children
To keep em asleep and free from fright
They were all lies
Don’t take your God to Town
You can bend your knee
To the morning sun
Light a candle
To the everlasting one
All the men are gone
Lost to the wilds of their minds
The grandfathers have locked the gates
The mothers are crying baby please wait
And, don't you take your God to Town
Please don't take your God to Town
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4. |
Cowboy For Love
03:49
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5. |
Savage Beauty
03:44
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Spooners Lookout
05:17
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Lost on your way to Spooners Lookout
That famous flash of green
The maddest cunt I ever seen
Oh you sweet you
You want to feel full impact
Live up to an old pact
With one last noble act
Oh sweet you
You strayed from the path
Always looking for the last laugh
You coulda cut a deal
And been somewhere still
And It’s so not like you
To be lying there
Naked and lost in your cares
Oh you sweet you
You want to feel full impact
Live up to an old pact
With one last noble act
Oh sweet you
And through the fields of doubt
The bones left after a long drought
What the hell are we gonna find out
Up at Spooners Lookout
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I say Jonny yeah, yer moneys no good here
That’s what the man said
He said your moneys no good
So come on give it some juice
Let that denim spirit loose
Sticky jungle feet
One step ahead of the beat
I said uggh
I say Jonny, yer moneys no good here
Don't you go breaking my heart
Picking this riff apart
I said Jonny. your moneys no good here
So come on give it some juice
Let that denim spirit loose
Sticky jungle feet
One step ahead of the beat
Silly yelling...
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8. |
Ain't Life Cruel
03:51
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Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Living your life
Like you're crawling around on the floor of a truck stop
You’re no better, no better baby
It was an unaccredited summer course in rockn’ roll
Designed to teach you everything you’d need to know
You’re no better, no better baby
Always waking up from the same dream
but with a new drink in your hand
Chasing parked cars around the bed again
You’re looking for love
While you run away
And just when you got so much too say
No ones around, ain’t life cruel that way
No buy backs
Take backs
Getting your time back
Take your knife and cut the fat
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Everyday another finger in your pocket
I could listen to you
Talk the leg right of my stool
And I I I I I …
I’m gonna get high
The way you came back into my life
Was on your belly like a snake
The way you came back into my life
Was through the door like an ape
And I oh I
I’m gonna get high
What with all the trouble and strife
Don’t you worry it’s alright
Because tonight I'm gonna party like it’s Dunedin 1989
Because tonight I'm gonna party like it’s Dunedin 1989
Another bully in the sky
Long white cloud, we’re all gonna die
My straight jacket fits so tight
A flying nun… In my eye
In my eye.
Because tonight I'm gonna party like it’s Dunedin 1989
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Catholic collars and caravans
Catholic collars and suntans
It’s gold chains and card games
There’s a banker between the sheets
Little piggy eating all the sweets
There’s no comfort in chance
No comfort there in chance
Me and my brother riding bikes
Rolly Polly Hill is our sights
There no dinner after the last dance
Me and my brother driving cars
Circle work in a Coles car park
It’s gold chains and card games
And you can feel love in a close dance
You can feel love
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Golden Fang Sydney, Australia
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