1. |
Marlborough Blues
04:16
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put down the window and watch the sun
dropping out of the sky
community radio 104.1
too loud to hear the rattle of mum's hyundai
and i can't hear you scream about your favourite team
even though it might seem like i'm trying
but i know it's true that i'll listen to you
smoking marlborough blues under the floodlights
they don't sell marlborough blues anymore
unless you go the store on the corner of ross st
and i haven't been there since we stopped talking
but if you want to talk then i guess i'm happy to meet
we turned up 20 minutes late
even though going out was your idea
and i watch the icecubes in your chardonnay
as they grow further apart and disappear
and i'm clutching my beer, i don't know anyone here
and i'm starting to feel uninvited
but i know we'll leave soon and hell
i know you
at least i thought i did
'til the night
but your bed is a mattress on milk crates
and i can't say it felt great when you fell straight to sleep
i'll leave you the last of the pack
as i walk out the back and onto the street
love is steep
love is falling
from the street to below
love is steep
love is falling
from the street to below
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2. |
Que Farah, Farah
03:01
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dragged my arse back from the tanner's
sat down on the throne
chicken from el jannah's
yeah, i picked it up on the way home
and i can't stop googling my name
as i wait for the call
it's been about half a year
since i got my hands on the ball
and i've had it up to here with waiting round
and i'm on the bench as soon as i hit the ground
don't ask me to warm up
i've been hot since we took the series in 05
and i cant even cheer as they put it down
tabloids are hungry
they're hungry for yesterday's beef
but at the private ceremony JT pins it all on me
i hear the boys all laugh
as he takes another crack
well, i can't take it anymore
so i let myself out the back
i'll go
and the waterworks are starting to cascade
and i'm drinking beers like they were lemonade
and i'm running down the pitch
climbing up the scoreboard on the hill
thinking of the choices that i made
read a hit piece in the courier (inner west)
that don't impress me much
that was my crutch
now i'm out on my own but i know
i know, i know, i know i'll never walk alone
i'll never walk alone
stand by my side
they won't stand by mine
i stand by my side
they won't stand by mine
(thinking of the choices that i made)
i stand by my side
they won't stand by mine
never walk alone
alone
alone
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3. |
TAB
03:34
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we finish at four, no less or no more
since the union got its way
and i'm fresh off the site, the day is still light
and my tea time's not till 8
i took care of the kids on sunday when shell had the ladies round
so what's a couple hours on the horses or the hounds
and down at the Oaks, it's just gone happy hour
i'm up on my luck and the liquor is cheap
stay for a minute or two and soon you'll be drinking for free
down at the TAB
i got on the soup, went in on the super
and came out bottom dog
but danny and roo said they'd spot my next two
so i got back on the job
i threw a tenner on the trotters
cause the puppies for the day were done
and put the proceeds on the bar
'til the proceeds, there were none
now it's getting tough to see past my table
but i bought a jug for dingo and pete
yeah, pull up a pew cause the gods are smiling on me
down at the TAB
now's not the time to break concentration
but i've got a feeling they want me to leave
so open the door and take your fuckin hands off me
i walked outside to get a mouthful of air
and i'd be damned if i didn't see her standing there
patent leather and boa feathers, together in a holy sight
and sonia heather looking better than she did that ancient night
"i heard your miss is missing, four nights out a week
i'm only being courteous when i tell you that i'm free
so why not put your dollar down on me?"
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4. |
The Corso
03:51
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it took us ten years
to pay down half the house
that’s a lot of hours at the docks
it’s not my fault that i got eased
i know the kids need shoes and socks
but you think i don’t feel the squeeze
i’m going down to the corso with the boys
and we’re ready, yeah, we’re ready to get loose
(at the harbord beach hotel)
tonight i need something to take me away
from the mess i made of 18 darley rd
didn’t think this is how it ends
back in the day
you going west with our girls
back to auntie fay’s
she’ll give you the spare room
and the kids can share the lounge
but where am i supposed to stay
i’m going down to the corso with the boys
and we’re ready, yeah, we’re ready to have a fight
tonight i need something to take me away
from the mess i made of 18 darley rd
we’ve lost that sense of mystery
that rattled coins in our shorts
on picture night
and i know we’ve got kids to feed
but i’ve never passed the harbo without stopping for a bite
so much space between you and me
and i can’t get out to doonside without rego for the bike
now i’m thinking of a way to end this
staring out to sea
but i’ve never passed the harbo without staying for the night
i’m going down to the corso with the boys
and we’re ready, yeah, we’re ready to have a fight
tonight i need something to take me away
from the house that our love built that i tore down
baby won't you come with me
down to the harbo
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5. |
Tactless
03:02
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i noticed that she’d thrown out the postcard
the one printed with the same four words she’d held to my blackmail
a kind of ransom note: “wish you were here”
it was a long way to come over from toronto
and the closer we got, the more i thought that
maybe we weren’t so close after all
you say i’m tactless / i’m not the one that’s picking a fight
at stanmore maccas / as old parramatta rd throws
effusions skywards / streetlights scream like ibises
on the bankstown line / i remember waving goodbye to the train
i remember waving goodbye to the train
i remember waving goodbye to the train
i remember waving goodbye to the train
the blue and the grey on the edge of your canvas, dear
i remember we were here, not too long ago
everything points like receipts for your materials
back to a shared meal when we weren’t doing too well
i just can’t kick it / the cold in the living room’s so…
i bought this ticket / it’s not the same as going home
but mountains are mountains / so take a weekend on your own
and yeah, i’m hurting / but i’m waving goodbye to the train
i remember waving goodbye to the train
i remember waving goodbye to the train
i remember waving goodbye to the train
i know that you’ll find this
because i’ve put it between the pages of your copy of les fleurs du mal
i can tell what that book means to you
from just how beaten up and dogeared it is
maybe you think of me that way
warm, used up, weathered by misery and mildew
but no matter how many times we close the book
i know that we’ll leave a corner folded on the page we left off
i hope when you get back we’ll open the cover and find our place again
with spleen and ideals,
TJ
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6. |
East of Eastlakes
03:23
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lose a thousand dollars every day and i wouldn't have it any other way
make it back then some by the end of the week
and i've never shed a single tear
when i'm back on top by financial new year
don't call me no gambling man
i call the shots when i can
but i'm dreaming of a better land
somewhere east of eastlakes with my head in the sand
and the randwick bells are ringing
when we go down swinging
cause you know we’re lost in the head of the fight
until neither of us can see
we’re somewhere between maroubra and coogee
don't call me no gambling man
i call the shots when i can
but i'm dreaming of a better land
somewhere east east of eastlakes with my head in the sand
they always said that i'd go far
but we built this city on rock and toll roads and tar
no-one will water down my money tree
packer's building a casino just for me
don't call me no gambling man
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7. |
Bloodsport
04:15
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i wanna know, i wanna know
are you prepared to listen to some reason?
i was wrong, i was wrong
to put my grubby fingers all over your business
and the love, yeah
the love, the love, the love is in reserve
and ready to run on with the boys
and the blood, yeah
the blood, the blood, the blood starts to surge
to the surface
girl
are we lying in wait again
oh, why do we lie to each other?
yeah girl
are we lying in wait again
oh, why do we lie to each other?
many men, many men
have tried to do the same and gotten nowhere
that was then, that was then
but what was then is sure to happen again
and the love, yeah
the love, the love is pitching to a fever
on the screen
and the blood, yeah
the blood, the blood is flowing like a river
to the sea
girl
are we lying in wait again
oh, why do we lie to each other?
yeah girl
are we lying in wait again
oh, why do we lie to each other?
girl
are we lying in wait again
oh, why do we lie to each other?
yeah girl
are we lying in wait again
oh, why do we lie to each other?
girl
some fights are better left unfought
oh, girl
sometimes love is a bloodsport
girl
some fights are better left unfought
yeah girl
sometimes love is a bloodsport
and i left this morning
with no second thoughts
and i can't even see you
lost in the bloodsport
girl
some fights are better left unfought
oh, girl
sometimes love is a bloodsport
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8. |
In the Dark
03:24
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when did it start hurting?
in the time it took for the light to move from the blinds to the curtains
as morning broke like a teenage heart on year 9 camp
looking out over the extreme sports course and wondering
if first love is anything more than a fumbling in the dark
in the dark
in the dark
in the dark
what does it mean to be 17 and alone
or is that too close to home?
to leave unaddressed
like the hornets' nest in the backyard
that you said you'd burn, well
promises are hard to keep
it's harder still to say what you mean
and sometimes it's too easy
to turn that key and to leave her in the dark
in the dark
in the dark
in the dark
it had never been so dark
and i could barely make out the outline of the houses
as i rode past wondering where i put the keys to the car
the culs-de-sac threw roofs at the sky
i could see a light on the second floor
between the dance of the curtains
i saw you moving and i thought
i'll never be alone again
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9. |
Dancing with Pauline
03:38
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these days you can't catch me
cause i'm always on the fly
and the butcher of warringah's got me
sharpening his knives
like an ageing ballerina
he toes the party line
but i wanna dance alone
to a tune that is all mine, and i just can't
yeah, i can't believe that someone would overlook me
but i was burning when i heard her maiden speech
now i'm standing at the sundowner
and i'm dancing with pauline
yeah, i'm standing at the sundowner
and i'm dancing with pauline again
the media calls it puppetry
they say i'm in control
but the numbers, they don't argue
we climbed up those polls
with the cameras in our faces
i almost saw her cry
we were swamped by other cultures
and i was shipwrecked in her thighs, that's when i knew
she wasn't just the same as the other girls
looking at her i could change the whole damn world
now i can't take the weight on my chest any more
it's almost been ten years since i saw that lie detector score
i know lisa needs me to keep this secret
because the show must go on
but i want the world to know
that i'm still standing at the sundowner
and i'm dancing with pauline again
yeah, i'm still standing at the sundowner
and i'm dancing with pauline again
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10. |
Pigeonhood
02:14
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it was a pigeonhood of the unfortunates
locked together, in secondhand feathers
by a bottle shop
knowing the cost of being free
and making beady eyes at me
across the car park
what else could i say?
i don't know
if you're friend
or if i'm foe
between the beautiful and the moral
as the eucalypt and the camphor laurel
and as i pick my way through the dying leaves
i drop a note on the periphery of the conversation
and it reads
well, it reads just ten:
"i don't know
if you're friend
or if i'm foe"
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11. |
Brutalise
03:06
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brutalise me
put your head on my shoulder
tell me you'll be there when we get older
brutalise me
don't tell me the difference
between real and appearance
love and endurance
and the temperature's rising like the price of housing
so we're moving out and into the pines
and the great unknowing is on us, bestowing
a happiness glowing like the twilight of life
i can feel it coming down
i can feel it coming down
from the outside to the underground
i can feel it coming down
brutalise me
you sit at your meal
while i go hungry on the love that i steal
brutalise me
we've been friends and lovers
but now we're just strangers to one another
and i think we've forgotten
the paths that we've trodden
from old to modern, and into the new
and the hands that we're taking
are not all that is shaking
i wish i could make it all up to you
i can feel it coming down
i can feel it coming down
from the outside to the underground
i can feel it coming down
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12. |
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was it herod or agrippa
who carpe'd the first diem?
are we living in a nation
or the walls of a museum
those pissants murdered murdoch
and they packed it in for packer
and the band around my country's arm
is getting tighter, getting blacker
but this one wouldn't take it
i won't sit down any longer
justice is a contest
it always serves the stronger
i'll mind my Ps on Q and A
and across the 14 stations
i might never conquer carthage
but i'll conquer education
i never quite grew into my suit and tie
the red white and blue is flying and i
i've got a vision and a plan
i'm a well-connected man
when they finally understand
before we slip into the sand
they'll put up statues in the park
where me and caz, we used to walk
and when the day is finally mine
they'll call this the place beyond the pynes
there's no two ways around it
i'm from a finer stock
the kind that built this country
my roots are set in solid rock
you can ask the madame speaker
i've never had the punt
while the members standing opposite
they aren't fit to call them "grubs"
i'll take the bolder measures
to keep the country floating
they won't pay for education
so they're free to keep free-loading
you'll get no blood from this old stone
i'll fill the coffers of the banks with student loans
we'll give those working kids a chance
for their supply to meet our demand
pay the toll or get in line
for the place beyond the pynes
they say that contacts beget contracts
and hell, i've had a few of each
through the years the offers trickled down
a chance to practice what i've preached
and as i sink beneath the waves of change
i set my course without repentance
politics may be a discipline
but it's never a life sentence
you couldn't kill me with the sharpest axe
they read out my rites but i kept coming back
there's no getting rid of me (i'm the fixer)
i'm the end of history (i'm the fixer)
i'm the barker of the bight (i'm the fixer)
adelaide's homegrown antichrist (i'm the fixer)
the prow has now become the stern (i'm the fixer)
i'm fiddling while my country burns (i'm the fixer)
so let the message ring through time
there's no place beyond the pynes
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13. |
Vaucruise
02:48
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you know i used to be a big name
now i'm just a former host of the olympic games
i'm hiding in out in rockdale, i ain't returning your mail
you know i don't even speak to myself
yeah you know i'm on the come-up
even when i get knocked down
yeah you know i'm on the come-up
but you're always coming around
and i got dreams you can't measure
and i'm always under pressure
(when i'm riding through town)
and i got dreams you can't measure
and i'm always under pressure
maybe one day i'll come around
when i'm back on solid ground
and right now i'm floating debris
i'm mh-370, i'm going nowhere
i'm like 18c, even though they're coming for me
(but you know you're gonna see me
on the front page of the tele
monday week)
and i don't set foot in icebergs anymore
you know i'm as good as banned
since i threw him to the floor
they look and say "damo, wake up"
mate, i don't even sleep anymore
they say "where the bloody hell are ya?"
if i told you, you wouldn't believe me
like a beach with no swell
it's like living in hell
waking up in the fire
i sing along with the choir
stained with tears
i ain't been to vaucluse in three years
sydney's east is a no-fly-zone
for the planes of my dreams
in the skies i've known
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