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4th July
04:01
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4th July and not a star is in the sky
It’s cold here as hell and I prefer it
Solstice is gone and you’ve kept moving on
To a place where sparrows sing
but not on purpose
Pack the portrait of your face
and extra one in case
You don’t meet any friends
there in the summer
What you bypass you keep so
don’t lose any sleep
Sitting on a train without remembering
If you feel coincidence reveals
A better chance at happiness than fate
Let your future decide where your fortune lies
Don’t get stressed by the use-by date
Just a step away from a boring Saturday
In a skivvy that you borrowed from your brother
They were your row of pearls but she had longer curls
The jeweller said don’t be so sentimental
Move to the same house over on the south
The art deco is back up now for rental
Choose to say hooray so hello to happy days
Ring the bell and you circle through the garden
If you feel coincidence reveals
A better chance at happiness than fate
Let your future decide where your fortune lies
Don’t get stressed by the use-by date
4th July and not a star is in the sky
It’s cold here as hell and I prefer it
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2. |
Friendly Disposition
03:49
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You see me flying round in circles
You see me lying low to friends
And thank you for the invitation
But I prefer to stay home instead
That don’t mean that you can’t come around
With a friendly disposition
Even if you think it’s a dead end
Taking candy from a baby
At least that’s what the clowns all do
You see their faces but their smiles are new
And meditating till their masks turn blue
That don’t mean that you can’t come around
With a friendly disposition
Even if you think it’s a dead end
Surround yourself with pictures
Surrender to the lens
And as you turn towards the exit
Take a bow to long lost friends
That don’t mean that you can’t come around
With a friendly disposition
Even if you think it’s a dead end
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Closing time at the cemetery gates
And I don’t wanna go just yet
Had a little drink with a friend of mine
And still another round is left
When I close my eyes the
Sky is black and my shoes are all soaking wet
But don’t close the gate at the cemetery
cause I don’t wanna go just yet.
Give me little drink give me half an hour
just want to give myself some rest
I see you looking through me think
I’m wasting time and I haven’t even started yet
Well I tried to sleep even took some pills
But I don’t want to sleep just yet
Tell the taxi to go and don’t hold your breath
Let’s fill a bottle with regret.
Closing time at the cemetery gates
And I don’t wanna go just yet
Had a little drink with a friend of mine
And still another round is left
Well when I close my eyes the
Sky is black and my shoes are all soaking wet
But don’t close the gate at the cemetery
cause I don’t wanna go just yet (I don’t wanna go)
Don’t tell me I’m wrong
I won’t hide my face
Can’t let you run away just yet
I see you smirking at me behind your veil
You nearly scared me half to death
Well my bad attitude never let me down
And I got more bouts I guess
Start walking me home the sky is turning to grey
Let’s go before the sun is set
Closing time at the cemetery gates
And I don’t wanna go just yet
Had a little drink with a friend of mine
And still another round is left
When I close my eyes the
Sky is black and my shoes are all soaking wet
But don’t close the gate at the
cemetery cause I don’t wanna just yet.
I said don’t close the gate at the cemetery
cause I don’t wanna go….. just yet.
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4. |
On a Tuesday
04:20
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You came round tip-toeing
I didn’t see you sniffing at my door
It was the first time I didn’t realise
you’d been standing there at all.
Ohhh so sneaky with your invisible cloak
Wish I’d seen you earlier I’d never let you provoke
On a Tuesday, nothing to say
On a Tuesday, circle it in
On a Tuesday, comes too soon day
Just plug me in and let it all go in
Is it just me or is it cold in here
Better start packing my bags
Shot of pain to my bones
To make me feel better again
Ooooh keep smiling
Sha na na na la la
Angel of the evening and
Under my tongue there’s Endone
On a Tuesday, nothing to say
On a Tuesday, circle it in
On a Tuesday, comes too soon day
Just plug me in and let it all go in
Say your sorry and let me go
There’s a little intervention here I know
My voice is getting loud but still feels soft
Press the red one and come around
Oohh so tired won’t even use my words
Take a little walk in the park with me
And let me feed the absurd
On a Tuesday, nothing to say
On a Tuesday, circle it in
On a Tuesday, comes too soon day
Just plug me in and let it all go in
On a Tuesday, nothing to say
On a Tuesday, circle it in
On a Tuesday, comes too soon day
Just plug me in and let it all go in
On a Tuesday, nothing to say
On a Tuesday, circle it in
On a Tuesday, comes too soon day
Just plug me in and let it all go in
On a Tuesday
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He’s an outlaw dress in black
He’s on the wrong side of the track
And the train that he’s on a one way line
Robbed a chain store Friday night then he got into a fight
Now she works to pay those fines
They met at 15 – he was the captain of his team
Showed lots of promise – Senior High
Now he can’t stay out of trouble
And he drinks till he sees double
She knows all the words to Patsy Cline
Well they got you once or twice
But you never took their advice
Keep off the road and nose down to the grind
Now when you cough you see red
And you can’t get outta bed
She falls to pieces one more time
They met at 15 – he was the captain of his team
Showed lots of promise – Senior High
Now he can’t stay out of trouble
And he drinks till he sees double
She knows all the words to Patsy Cline
Now the house is all run down
living in a country town
Not much saved -a photo gone all brown
Her Mum said it was a crime – that she’s crying all the time
Walking after midnight in her mind
Well they met at 15 – he was the captain of his team
Showed lots of promise – Senior High
Now he can’t stay out of trouble
And he drinks till he sees double
She knows all the words to Patsy Cline
Going crazy in her mind - walking after midnight one more time.
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God saved the Queen when I was 16
Lots of fast cars at seventeen
I ‘m so bored turning twenty-one
At 25 I’m calling London
Punk’s not dead its gone country
I’m still wearing black like Johnny
Western boots – 12 hole docs said goodbye
and now I’m wearing a bolo tie
Johnny got hurt on a nine inch nail
Loretta’s wearing stripes but she’s not in jail
If Hank was alive would he be proud
Joe’s looking down and he’s strumming now
Punk’s not dead its gone country
I’m still wearing black like Johnny
Western boots – 12 hole docs said goodbye
and now I’m wearing a bolo tie
Eyeliner I was wearing round my eyes
Used to be part of my new wave disguise
Now I’m singing country and punk’s not dead
They’re even playing hillbilly on ZZZ
Punk’s not dead its gone country
I’m still wearing black like Johnny
Western boots – 12 hole docs said goodbye
and now I’m wearing a bolo tie
and now I’m wearing a bolo tie
and now I’m wearing a bolo tie -Aaaghh
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7. |
Wildhorse Mountain
03:37
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Gonna see my lover
Buried in Wildhorse Mountain
He was born in Ravensbourne
Nowhere near Wild Horse Mountain
Was a friend of mine
Lived in Wild Horse Mountain
Fell in love with a gambling man
Guess by now she's doubting
Before I die
I’ll hatch a plan
No silver bullet or needle man
The grave is long for a ramblin man
Stars and stripes and an old oil can (whoop)
Seven schools in seven years
Don't know who's been counting
Dragged the young ones by their ears
All through Wild Horse Mountain
Saw a man and made a plan
But they'll soon be fighting
Lived and died on the land
Here in Wild Horse Mountain
Before I die
I’ll hatch a plan
No silver bullet or needle man
The grave is long for a ramblin man
Stars and stripes and an old oil can (whoop)
Don’t tell me that you’re thinking wrong
That I know for certain
Stayed around for way too long
Hope he’s not returning
Heath provides for rarities
Include yourself upon those needs
Don’t burn yourself
Pulling out weeds
Get out of Wildhorse Mountain
Before I die
I’ll hatch a plan
No silver bullet or needle man
The grave is long for a ramblin man
Stars and stripes and an old oil can
Stars and stripes and an old oil can
Stars and stripes - and an old oil can
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8. |
Hand me down kisses
02:42
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Tell the secrets of when you didn’t go to church
Wicked thoughts of a fools lie in
So desperate picking all the sunflowers
Hoping they’d stay like you in bed
Said you was robbed
But you still had your credit card
The only debt was the one you drew
On the table I still got the markings
Wiped it dry till it fell brand new
Oh Merci
Tell me what you think of me
Oh Mercy
Better write it down
Little crazy help run your memory
Blew me a kiss – it was a hand me down
Saw you down at the Grovely station
With your cousin and their brand new shoes
Wore them all the way to Glenmorgan
Gave a new meaning to platform boots
Oh Merci
Tell me what you think of me
Oh Mercy
Better write it down
Oh crazy help run your memory
Blew me a kiss – it was a hand me down
Drove to the tank and I had a good hair day
Saw you dancing with another crew
That dog never died of curiosity
When it had enough it just stood in queue
Oh Merci
Tell me what you think of me
Oh Mercy
Better write it down
Little crazy help run your memory
Blew me a kiss – it was a hand me down
Merci
Tell me what you think of me
Oh Mercy
Better write it down
Oh crazy help run your memory
Blew me a kiss – it was a hand me down
Blew me a kiss – it was a hand me down
Blew me a kiss – it was a hand me down
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9. |
Barnard's Star
04:11
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Hours of darkness have crept into your living room
Days of joy have walked along your street
Your Siamese cat is now reading Japanese
But still somehow you won’t admit defeat.
You’ve caused a lot of pain
You’ve everything to gain
Your memory stays the same
But you can’t see …….
What you see in me
The camera takes a picture of your smile
Like Barnard’s star it’s 6 light years away
Your thoughts are going nowhere
Just on birthday cards
And you don’t believe a single word you say
You’ve caused a lot of pain
You’ve everything to gain
Your memory stays the same
But you can’t see …….
What you see in me
Neon signs illuminate your destiny
But where you live there’s only stars at night
You’ve raptured in a horror scope of loneliness
And carbonated copies fly as kites
You’ve caused a lot of pain
You’ve everything to gain
Your memory stays the same
But you can’t see …….
What you see in me
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I started on a typewriter in 1973
And that is where I learnt my A- Z
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog
And then I learnt how to log on
I got the superinformation highway blues
I got the superinformation highway blues
I get an email almost every day
And you know what Elvis you know what he would say
You can’t send a letter in that postman’s sack
Cause you know what’ll happen – it’ll come right back
I got the superinformation highway blues
I got the superinformation highway blues
Ain’t got no cell phone no laptop USB
and social networking don’t mean a thing to me
Don’t send me an aquarium or ask me to be your friend
Just write me a letter then hit send
I got the superinformation highway blues
I got the superinformation highway blues
I want to escape but I can’t find the key
Better go on a holiday timeshare for free
Mr Remington I thought you’d never leave
But Bill has left the gate open I think I need some relief from my
Superinformation highway blues
I got the superinformation highway blues
Let’s take it down a bit
Superinformation superinformation superinformation
Superinformation superinformation superinformation
Superinformation superinformation
Super information highway blues
I got the superinformation highway blues
I got the superinformation highway blues
OO 1 1 00 1 1 00011 00 1 0
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11. |
No tears in sunshine
03:25
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Country girl came to a city town
She wanted to leave that old rodeo clown
He spent too much time lying around
And every Saturday night at the Rose & the Crown
No tears in sunshine, she used to say
But the rain finally came and wiped them away
It was a storm in a teacup, he used to say
No tears in sunshine are now here today
Wrote her a letter to say come on home
The grass is all green and the carpet’s been worn
But he’s got a sniff of a spicy cologne
And four days till spring - the winters all gone
No tears in sunshine, she used to say
But the rain finally came and wiped them away
It was a storm in a teacup, he used to say
No tears in sunshine are now here today
Beat the drum softly but don’t bang too hard
And don’t break your back in one of them yards
Think of the time we were once side by side
Both of us were learning to ride
No tears in sunshine, she used to say
But the rain finally came and wiped them away
It was a storm in a teacup -he used to say
No tears in sunshine are now here today
No tears in sunshine are now here today
No tears in sunshine are now here to stay
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