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Fingers and Flames
03:10
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In the window
On the second floor
She left the light on
Little house in Enmore
Every evening, you'd dream of wall paper, and painting floor boards
It was so easy, I never tried at all
And we burned our eyes
on the night sky
And we burned our eyes
by fire light
Fingers in flames
At the markets
We had a little stall
Selling odds and ends
It was just enough to keep the work away
I should be thanking you everyday.
And we burned our eyes
on the night sky
And we burned our eyes
by fire light
Fingers in flames
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2. |
This is Love, Luv
03:19
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Sign says there's a vacancy
This hotel is a luxury, and we're not here for long
Baby, we can renovate
Sweetheart even levitate but
We'll never escape
Baby you can see me
Everyday, I'm just the same
I'll never tire of sound, I'll never have nuthin to say
And this love and you,
You don't have to explain.
Ahh blue and grey all bubble wrapped
Baby, how'd you end up being a cut back
All the little changes are going to be hard to explain
I believe in a place for us all
a little club with fur on the walls
We can all sit around and hear me sing
This is love, luv
And this is it
It's love, luv
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3. |
Down on You
01:41
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You've been skating on thin ice
You've been living very large
You've been drinking from others cups
You've been dressing oh so tuff
Don't you think it's gonna come back down on you.
You've been hanging with that Golden Fang
You've been singing in the shower again
And dancing in the dark
Their gonna figure out your frail heart
Don't you think it's gonna come back down on you.
Dont ya think it's gonna come back down
Dont ya believe you can get around
Dont ya think it's gonna come back down
You better believe its coming down on you.
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4. |
Bed and a Bath
04:15
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In a room with a bed and a bath
I could spend my life, just combing her hair
How was I to know?
There was no more snow on Mt Kilimanjaro
There was no view from my window
How was I to know?
I've been listening to Bob Dylan
And I'm a stones throw from God, God only knows
Are you high enough?
What the fuck huh
You got me on my knees
But I still got some sun I wanna see
Are you high enough?
I've been sailing with Dennis Wilson
In deeper waters than I ever had,
I ever had the right
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5. |
Storm Boy
04:37
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Here comes the sons of Cain
Breaking down the walls
You won't see
You won't see it
Will ya storm boy
You know, I flow
You know, I grow
You won't see it
Will ya storm boy
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A fair warning
Let the cats out in the morning
Put the horse before the cart
Don't let the bats nest in the hearth
I was a selfish little shit
Who deserved every kick
Let it rain
Rain on
Little black cloud
Little black cloud
Wont ya rain on me
Rain on
Car crash on Wilson St
Speeding locked up and out of control
There was no way of avoiding the telegraph pole
I was a selfish little shit
Who deserved every kick
Let it rain
Rain on me
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7. |
Loose Cannons
03:54
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Battle ship grey, sliding into Sunday
Long in the tooth, green in the gills
and you'll see
You'll see
Brushes with colour
Well it's a sailor's life
With the dirty birds
Little bar, midnight
The sea is deep and empty
And the waves oh so high
And she'll take everyone equally
Baby loose cannons, they'll never fire
Well it was cool in the shade
Little place they'd stay
The deepest bottle of green
Sun tan, sun screen
and you'll see
You'll see
Was the Garden that ran around the back fence
Was where she quietly slipped away
The sea is deep and empty
And the waves oh so high
And she'll take everyone equally
Baby loose cannons, they'll never fire
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8. |
Born in a Tent
03:42
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Ask your mother
We were fools
We were just a bunch a good time guys
Having a really bad time
Don't ask me
I don't know why
Ask your mother
We were fools
We were cowboys in the Garden
Stray cats on the fence, bubble dancers
Baby we were born in a tent
Ask your mother
We were fools
We were running on the platform
Diving at the pool
Lost lovers baby, we were fools
Ask your mother
We were fools
Don't you forget, that baby you were born in a tent
And you've no home, No safe place to go
Baby you were born in a tent
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9. |
Rose Street
04:52
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The cat's pregnant again
Have you got any friends
You can leave if you wanna leave
Come and go as you please
I have one sugar in my coffee if you don't mind
We're going to the Duck and Swan
Because Emma's on
You can leave if you wanna leave
Come and go as you please
I have one sugar in my coffee if you don't mind
The country girl is dreaming of home
The philosopher is always stoned
And we're all pissed
On our way to an FEL show
At least we're not alone
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Golden Fang Sydney, Australia
Golden Fang is a post indie, indie revival guitar therapy pop band based in Marrickville Sydney.
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