1. |
Sitting in a Bar
05:37
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Sitting in a Bar
Well I’m sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them’s a girl, the other one I’m not so sure
One of them’s on acid
The other one’s screaming in baby talk
And as I dream
There’s a cold grey Saturday
Comin’ in under the door
Well I’ve been travelling all week
Boiling a bone
Shaving the numbers
Working alone
Any game these days is better than no game at all
Anything for mone, a drink a feed
Anything to know I can get what I need
When I’m walkin’ around in the cool of a small town mail
When I slip out the cashcard and jam it in the wailing wall
Friday being Friday
And the world being young
I had the usual bender in mind
A wet week’s end
In a club
With a casual friend
We chatted up the doorman to see what was on
She followed me in, so I tagged along
Some hours later, she’s gone
I’m makin’ eyes at the floor
Sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
There’s a cold grey Saturday comin’ in under the door
I had a feed around midnight
For the man on the run
Now it’s half past five
And I’m in this dive
I can feel that meal
And it’s comin’ alive
And I’m sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them’s a girl, the other I’m not so sure
One of them’s on acid
The other one’s screaming
In baby talk
And everybody’s walkin’ like a duck
In the daylight
Comin’ in under the door
There’s a cold grey Saturday comin’ in under the door
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2. |
Everybody
04:23
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Everybody
Everybody wants to be a wannabe
Living in a limousine
Everybody wants to be a tragedy
In a supermarket magazine
Everybody wants to be famous
Everybody wants more things
Everybody longs to feel the pain
That a whole lotta money’s gonna bring
Everybody wants their name on the guest list
Everybody wants to get in free
Everybody wants complete fidelity
From two or three lovers simultaneously
Everybody wants to be an individual
Everybody else does too
All I wanna be is idiot free
And outa here with you
Everybody wants to have children
No-one wants to hang around
Everybody wants the world to cry
When they’re lying in the cold cold ground
Everybody wants the ideal body
Waiting when they get back home
Whether that’s the one in Shanghai, London
New York City or the villa in Rome
Everybody wants to be an individual
Everybody else does too
All I wanna be is idiot free
And outa here with you
Everybody thinks they might have been kidnapped
And examined in a U.F.O.
Everybody’s locked into too much hock
To ever think about what they don’t want you to know
And still they’re gunna be an individual
Everybody else is too
All I wanna be is idiot free
And outa here with you
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3. |
Postcard from Elvis
05:18
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Postcard From Elvis
I got a postcard from Elvis
It was postmarked Guam
Said he was cooking in a little cafe
Where he met Yvonne
Said the lights from the kitchen
Didn't bother him much
Wasn't really worried about what he ate
Or shaving and such
Said he found an old Monaro
Said it runs pretty good
Most Saturdays, he's dreaming away
Under the hood
He said maybe its a little bit stupid
Sometimes I forget
But the closer I come to the heart of the matter
The farther away I get
Got a phonecall from Norma
Said she's loving the farm
Spends her time advancing her mind
In sweet Johnny's arms
Said he's glad to be out of the running
Glad he got away clean
Working the land with dirt on his hands
For his sweet Norma Jean
They got a big old four poster
They know whats coming soon
And baby needs shoes
And when the little one's due
They'll be needing some room
They said maybe its a little bit stupid
Sometimes I forget
But the closer I come to the heart of the matter
The farther away I get
I've been talking to some old friends of mine
Can you hold a moment while I get my other line
Got a message from Buddha
He left it on my machine
He said when you go so fast that its slow
You'll know what I mean
Said he found an old Monaro
Said it runs pretty good
Most Saturdays he's dreaming away
Under the hood
He said maybe its a little bit stupid
Sometimes I forget
But the closer I come to the heart of the matter
The farther away I get
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4. |
Young Girls
06:52
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Young Girls
Standing on the corner of Ward Avenue
With a couple of friends is where I see you
So invincible, so calm
Picking at something you found on your arm
Cause young girls can do anything, and still look good
Get away with anything, and still look good
Young girls yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Can do anything,
Can do anything
I think I’m gonna stop and tell you “whoaw!”
You’ll say “Tell me something I don’t already know”
And I’ll say “Yeah, sure, where would I begin”
And you’ll open the passenger door, and get in
And we’ll drive up north, all day and all night
Watch the moon rise over the Pacific on our right
You’ll make me laugh aloud, and I’ll do the same
And I’ll fall in love before I know your name
And when we run out of money, I’ll ring a friend of mine
From another place and another time
A plant operator in the coal fields out west
He’ll say “I’ve got a caravan out the back, be my guest”
And I’ll drive trucks in a coal mine all day
You’ll get a job waitressing in a truck-stop café
And we’ll live on whiskey and midnight meals
Of all the steak and cigarettes that you can steal
Cause young girls can do anything, and still look good
Get away with anything, and still look good
Young girls yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Can do anything,
Can do anything
And inside that caravan as the night winds blow
You’ll tell me some of the things that only young girls know
And when we’ve saved our money, you’ll kiss my friend
And I’ll forgive you both, and we’ll ride again
We’ll ride the highway, you and me
That runs out over any midnight sea
Straight out to that darker little patch of sky
Underneath the rising moon, and we’ll never die
Cause young girls can do anything, and still look good
Get away with anything, and still look good
Young girls yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Can do anything,
Can do anything
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5. |
Four in the Morning
05:13
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Four In The Morning
It’s four in the morning, who knows why
I can’t sleep, and if I try
I can’t follow
Where she goes
When she closes those beautiful eyes
The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across,
The continent of heresy she wanders in
Savoring the call to maybe this time,
Make it permanent
I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon
Dogs’ll give up barking at the moon
Keeping watch across the hour
I’ll maybe one day find a tower
And open up a lighthouse come saloon
Lookin’ at her face, I can see
The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes,
Shining back like scimitars,
Across the night at me
Well it’s four am,
Who knows how far my rope’d run,
If I hired a car
Hit each town, never stayed
Left the motel bills unpaid
Just defied the way they say things are
In my mind I see that final town
Outa cash, axles in the ground
Lying in a hostel bed
No-one there to hold my head
Some internal organ breakin’ down
I can feel the midnight fading,
All desires are out there with you
Singing in the wires
I wonder when the corner shop is open,
If the wind’ll drop before the dawn,
And frost up all the tires
It’s four in the morning, what to do
A Don Alejandros should see me through
The hard reality is this
I got woken with a kiss
Once upon a time, one night with you
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6. |
Fishing
04:18
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Fishing
Heaven is the evening chill
The long and lonely mile
Where my mind can wander where it will
And I don’t need to worry for a while
Looking out at the sea and sky
Wasting time for hours on end
There’s nothing wrong with me
As long as I’ve got a rod and line in my hand
I take all my troubles down
And I lose them on the shore
Where the tide is one long wedding gown
And nothing really matters any more
Looking out at the sea and sky
Wasting time for hours on end
There’s nothing wrong with me
As long as I’ve got a rod and line in my hand
Here and now
I am free
As alive
As I’ll ever be
Looking out at the sea and sky
Wasting time for hours on end
There’s nothing wrong with me
As long as I’ve got a rod and line in my hand
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7. |
Hully Gully
03:49
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Hully Gully
They try to tell ya dreams come true
They lie until ya black and blue
You gotta put a deadlock on everything ya got
You gotta hide what ya ain’t got, too
It’s gettin’ onto daylight and I don’t wanna stop
I wanna do the Hully Gully with you
I’m gonna ride up to One-tree Hill
I’ll meet you at the bar and grill
We can get ourselves a six-pack and take it for a walk
And put it all on the motel bill
While we gotta back beat I don’t wanna talk
I wanna eh eh eh and I will
Yeah, Hully Gully
(Na na na na na na)
Yeah, Hully Gully
(Na na na na na na)
Yeah, Hully Gully
(Na na na na na na)
I wanna do it.
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8. |
Lucky
03:57
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Lucky
I’m feeling lucky
Feel like I could give this world a shot
I’m feeling lucky
I wanna see if I’ve got the juice tonight or what
The way I feel
I could take this town
And smoke it way down past the butt
I’m feeling lucky
I wanna give this world a shot
I’m feeling lucky
I need someone
Who’s feeling lucky too
Someone who wants to make the wish
That I’ll make come true
Someone who’ll whisper in my ear
The secret combinations
That unlock the mysteries of the night
Someone who’ll close the curtain
On the early morning light
Well it’s been so long
I can’t remember when the last time was
That I knew I’m on a roll for no more reason
Than just because
With you beside me I can’t lose
With you I’m running hot
I’m feeling lucky
I wanna give this world a shot.
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9. |
Get Along
06:58
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Get Along
Heading down the highway and I’m thinkin’ about my girl
Try to find a station with a song
They estimate there’s six billion people in this world
And I spend my time wondering how
The other five billion,
Nine hundred and ninety nine million,
Nine hundred and ninety nine thouseand,
Nine hundred and ninety nine
Get along
Try to find a station that can take me away
To where I want to be before I’m gone
To the little house above the beach I’ll buy one day
And there we’ll be, me’n that girl
Sitting there watching
The big ships on the horizon
Stocked up for whenever her children
Wanna drop by for a while
Get along
The wrong side-a the blanket
The blind side-a the dog
I’m eyeball deep in all the sleep I never got to log
I’m freeway fevered, six ways shot
Insane enough to know I’m not
The only one, out here
Drop her down a cog
Gotta pay for diesel, pay the banks and stay alive
Gotta weigh in legal,
I just fill the tanks and drive
Heading down the highway and I’m thinkin’ about my girl
Try to find a station with a song
They estimate there’s six billion people in this world
And I spend my time wondering how
The other five billion,
Nine hundred and ninety nine million,
Nine hundred and ninety nine thouseand,
Nine hundred and ninety nine
Get along
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10. |
The Good Book
05:10
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The Good Book
Sometime round midnight
I guess its sometime round midnight
As the crow files
As the ceiling fan goes round, and the
Insomnia comes down
Semis with the hammer down
Hit the bypass round the town
Reach the highway just outside and
Burn on by
Memories unshackled come and crawl around my mind
I need the Good Book
I need the Word to turn my gasoline to wine
I hold the key
Yeah, I hold the key to where I lie
I own the suitcase fulla snapshots by the door
I own the bottle by the bedside,
The bootheels on the floor
I read the future in the coal that hands forgotten in my fingers
And flares above my face for every scattered soul that hungers
In disconnected, never mattered places just like this
I own the wind outside,
Bashing, bashing on the motel sign
I need the Good Book
I need the Word to turn my gasoline to wine
And I could love just about anything
That paid me back in kind
I need the Good Book
I need the Word to turn my gasoline to wine
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11. |
Johnny's Gone
04:58
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Johnny’s Gone
Straight between the headlights
Johnny’s gone
Straight between the headlights
Johnny’s gone
Johnny’s gone gone gone
Johnny’s gone gone gone
Straight between the headlights
Johnny’s Gone
Buried in his jacket
Johnny’s gone
Buried in his jacket
Johnny’s gone
Goin’ down down down
Goin’ down down down
Buried in his jacket Johnny’s gone
Two wheels on the highway
Four wheels flashing blue
Ten wheels comin’
Gonna make the morning news
When you see that blue light flashing
Ain’t nowhere that you can hide
Ain’t no way that you can turn away
Got to take that lonely ride
Straight between the headlights
Johnny’s gone
Straight between the headlights
Johnny’s gone
Goin’ down down down
Goin’ down down down
Straight between the headlights
Johnny’s gone
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12. |
Harry was a Bad Bugger
06:45
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Harry was a Bad Bugger
Like a shark at a funeral
Harry always moved in smalltown circles
And no-one ever knew
Till later, who'd been taken
And who'd been left alive undamaged
Until the next time he came through
He was rumoured to be the one
With the franchise for running heroin
Up the north and northwest as far as Bourke
They said he ran an immigration ring
Bringing Thai girls in
To stock the western suburbs brothels
All sanctioned by the coppers
We all know how that works
There ain't much more I need to say
Harry was a bad bugger
A bad bugger all the way
Now I used to have this friend at school
And like so many country girls
She was way ahead of all the boys her age
But she married one of us anyway
And she loved her kids
Until the day she met Harry
At a barbeque
What went wrong I never knew
But they were gone up to the Gold Coast for a while
Then he set her up
In the next town down the highway
With a hair and beauty shop
A couple of teenage girls to help her out
To work back late
And help her entertain Harry
And his business associates
I don't need to paint the picture
There ain't much more I need to say
Harry was a bad bugger
A bad bugger all the way
For ten or fifteen years
We'd see Harry come and go
Like an ugly piece of weather
These days no-one seems to know
Why half a lifetime later
He hasn't been to town for quite a while
And the rumours
They come, and go around
That he was dumped out off Coffs Harbour
Shackled to a fridge
That he's buried in a pylon
Of the new Glebe Island Bridge
All kinds of speculation
Some say he's been seen
Looking after business interests
In the southern Philippines
Now the last time I saw Harry
Just before he disappeared
He was filling out a little bit
He'd even grown himself a beard
I found him in a bottleshop
Not too far from Warwick Farm
He looked at me, and I could see
No sign of alarm
There's a saying up round our way
I remember being told
How revenge is a meal
Most delicious eaten cold
You can hang round here till you lay down and die
I got no more to say
Harry was a bad bugger
A bad bugger all the way.
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13. |
Eternity
07:12
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Eternity
Long ago and far away
I was hitch-hikin on a clear blue day
The cats-eyes broke in my feet
My tongue was dry as the hills where Jesus hung
And I lay
And wondered if he died for me
On a highway straighter than the barrel of eternity
My focus panned on the shattered stones
The shifting sand in the lizard bones
The withered skin on my hand was lined
Like a map of the land I’d left behind
Alone
A drifter and a Pharisee
On a highway straighter than the barrel of eternity
I’d long lost count to name the days
When a long black car came outa the haze
The door swung open
And the driver called my name
In a voice like a mama doll
And I knew
No matter what the game would be
This man’s staring down the barrel of eternity
Yeah this man’s staring down the barrel of eternity
He said I’m so tired, brother
And I’ve travelled such a long long way
And I’m running shy of water
Won’t you ride with me the highway on this day
I said I know you, I know you well
People talk, and I heard them tell
How you ate up the seed corn
All this side of the Sambatyon River
How the cattle died
How the pain o’ your fever
Spread out across the moon
Like a thunderhead
Like a lost will,
A hole in the law,
Split the stone o’ the cathedral floor
I know the danger
But cannot close my heart, as a man of the book,
On those who’ve lost the battle
I’m hookin my thumb
Round a well sucked bottle of Inner Circle Rum
And I’m handing it over
He’s whackin it down
His old man’s adam’s apple’s jumpin around
Kickin at a rope-burn under his chin
And I’m lookin at the sky like a sheeta hot tin
And I’m feeling so sick in the head
And I fall to one knee,
Then another
And all that I can see
Is highway straighter than the barrel of eternity
A highway straighter than the barrel of eternity
And in a dream I saw a woman
She was burying a thing in the sand
There are tales among these hills she whispered
Far beyond Jerusalem’s command
Long ago, and far away
I opened my eyes and attempted to pray
I opened my eyes on a land as frozen
Cold as the hole where Jesus rose
And I lay and wondered if he died for me
On a highway straighter than
The barrel of eternity
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14. |
My Girl
04:00
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My Girl
My girl drinks whiskey every morning in bed
Makes love like she’s waking the dead
Smokes fifty cigarettes a day
She don’t care what anyone says
Here she comes
Here she comes
Well here she comes now all dressed in black
Once you’ve had a dancer there ain’t no goin’ back
I love to watch her when we’re hangin out
Watch her arse when its time for her shout
When she moves its easy to tell
She used to dance at the carousel
Here she comes
Yeah, here she comes
Well here she comes now all dressed in black
Once you’ve had a dancer there ain’t no goin’ back
I’ve had French princesses for a night and a day
Spooning Beluga where I cannot say
Air hostesses demonstrating for me
The safety procedure in their lingerie
PH.D’s who could bust a D-cup
Check-out girls wanna be taped up
Older women wanna mother a son
Now I’m a man and she’s the only one
And here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes now all dressed in black
Once you’ve had a dancer there ain’t no goin’ back
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15. |
Mongrelwise
04:38
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Mongrelwise
Ten green bottles
On the wall
One by one
The bottles fall
One by one
Friends go down
Looking for fun
In little towns
I’m so happy
I found you
You made me realize
The only way to live
Is to stay positive
Fall in love,
Be mongrelwise
Once I knew
Everything
The sad songs
Lovers sing
I found you
And you showed me
A whole new
Philosophy
Every day
I take it out
And I try it on for size
The only way to live
Is to stay positive
Fall in love,
Be mongrelwise.
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16. |
Yakuza Girls
03:14
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Yakuza Girls
Well its the last call at the fag end
Of the wrong bar at the bad end
Of the wrong side of a dog town
On a one way road that takes you down
From a shit creek, and back again
The doors swing open and they all come in
From the arse end of a sick world
A bus load of Yakuza girls
Yakuza girls, chicks of doom
Fanning out to cover the room
Smokin’ Luckys, climbin the bar
Drinkin’ saki from an old fruit jar
Yakuza girls, 12 o’clock high
Fishnets all the way to Hawaii
Playing karioke and singin’ along
With the key words of a lock’n’loll song
Well, ya get to see ‘em all comin’ through this place
Every household name then forgotten face
Every fucked up, low down, pin tucked, rewound
Siliconed, pillsucker has been that ever found
Jesus in the bottom of a bottle, Yeah
I reckon I’d seen it all, but I swear
I never seen this much potential romance since
Lovelace Watkins split his pants
Yakuza girls, climbin’ the walls
Chewin’ on gum, grabbin’ my balls
And tellin’ me to cough, seein’ how far
They can pole dance off the end of the bar
Yakuza girls, doin’ the dog
With a yo-yo in and outa the bog
Who’s that haulin’ on a rubber glove
Yakuza girls, lookin’ for love.
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