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you're just too hip baby
uh huh
how did you get so detached?
talkin a mouthfull of cash
you're just too hip baby
uh huh
you take a feather from every bird you see
you'll never fly
you're just too hip baby
I can't wait for you any more
I can't carry you anymore
you dont cast a shadow
you cant work a mirror
you take a feather from every bird you see
you'll never fly
you're just too hip baby
youre fadin fast baby
there's nothin to you baby
the lights are on
the front doors open
the furnitures on the front lawn
there's noone home at all
you take a feather from every bird you see
you'll never fly
you're just too hip baby
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Mogambo
03:49
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shit you could really wear a white towel
the mysterious woman from out of town
a swaggering pirate
a rolling stone
a wild girl
you saw my ship
my life was a storm
I felt you move with me along the shore
I'd hear things about you
people would talk
got a kind of phantom picture of you
I heard your nickname
what you were called by the crowd
I heard what your mother called you in a conversation about
Mogambo
walked around pickin up your trail
pickin our your shape
lovers and catfights overlaid the map
treaure island
Mogambo
I was like a private eye who couldn't move couldnt ask a question
Phillip Marlowe waiting for another door to open by itself
I heard your nickname
what you were called by the crowd
I heard what your mother called you in a conversation about
Mogambo
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Night Of The Wolverine 1
04:46
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saturday night
golly gee
monday mornin
what does it mean?
night of the wolverine
all is reflection
all is gone
all around me
an open road
yeah up here on the 25th floor with my feet in the clouds
free beer and chicken man, and hotel rooms
hired cars, alligator boots
a scarf over the lampshade
black tape over the window
one strong suitcase
goin to bed in the morning
breakfast in the afternoon
love ya! oh next time I'm passin' through
night of the wolverine
I cant know what you mean
know what I mean?
yeah I put a hump on my back so I could walk straight in the world
I'm a song and dance man
Esmerelda
yeah I put a hump on my back so I could walk straight in the world
work with me girl!
yeah I'm dreamin of a quiet life
say a minor role in a re-run soap on a pirate channel
in an obscure Portuguese colony
I cant know what you mean
know what I mean?
night of the wolverine
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wouldn't it be nice?
If I was just havin one o those lives
Wallace Beery was right
when he looked from the screen that night and said
"I ain't gettin outta bed today
nothins gonna happen anyway
I'm just havin one o those lives"
pay no mind
its my time of the century
I'm just havin one o' those lives
wouldnt it be nice?
every now and then I get the feelin
everythin I do is wrong
most times I get the feelin I'm right
pay no mind
its my time of the century
I'm just havin one o' those lives
wouldnt it be nice
yeah yeah yeah
maybe it'll be better next time
Ill come back as a three toed sloth
a multi couloured macaw
a sickly kitten
everybody has to love
yeah yeah
wouldnt it be nice
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I Held The Cool Breeze
04:24
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I was a born stranger
I'd run along with the scene
go home and write and dream of other days
yeah I'd be sittin at a table
somebody'd be talkin to me
I couldn't make it back in time
I held the cool breeze
yeah i was your son
I was your brother
I was your lover
I was nothin but trouble
then I sold a story
I could make a scene
I held the cool breeze
I couldnt feel anything
I was empty
I was drifitng
birds circled in the sky
it was complete night
I was in the back seat
being taken to Bordertown
there was nothing for me there
I pulled the window and let my hand stray
I held the cool breeze
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laying back smokin
watchin you
in the mirror in the window
brushing out your hair
lookin somewhere i could never be
you couldn't belong to anybody
I remember you
puttin a line around your eye
dusting your cheek
you did this once before coming to meet me
I didn't have a chance
I remember you
you're the girl I love
I chase
before the bright lights
before the low life
before me
before her
I remember you
you're the girl I love
I chase
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Three dead passengers in a stolen secondhand Ford
outside of Keith, near the border
wrapped around a tree and thrown across the road
tyres spinning like a Ferris Wheel at the Easter Show
the papers said
your couldn't tell who was drivin
nobody had a licence
they were all wearin gloves and wrap around shades
Three dead passengers in a stolen secondhand Ford
somebody said he called everybody "sport"
smoked cigars and kept to himself
another was wearing white flared trousers and a red and green checked Miller shirt
last seen makin to drag a Holden at the lights and laughin like fools as they reversed into the night
she lived in a shed behind her parents house
she collected model guillotines
theres a picture of Serge Gainsbourg on her wall
Three dead passengers in a stolen secondhand Ford
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she kneels down with a balled up tissue in her hand
spits in it
wipes my chin
I smell lipstick and tobacco
catch my legs in the spokes of a wheel
Phillip carries me home from church on his shoulders
I fall asleep
listenin to him breathe
thats the way its gonna be
thats the way its gonna be
I was born in a town that hugged the side of a mountain for dear life
everybody
my brothers and sisters
we flew
as quick as we thought we could
thats the way its gonna be
thats the way its gonna be
I don't go in there
where all the people get together
really out there
i live here
all the people I know are too busy livin to make the world a better place for their own kind
you know whats goin on in the world
who, what, when and where
you're the sort of persom who used to be called a square
till you all decided it was so unfair
thats the way its gonna be
thats the way its gonna be
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Maggie Cassidy
04:11
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before i was the loathsome king of the beats
before they laid a childrens crusade on me
I was a football player for the only team
I was meant for Maggie Cassidy
before i lost myself in conversation and followed any words anywhere
never dreamed of walkin in a circle
or dreamed of anyne who couldn't be here
dead drunk in a bright tv studio
flaked out on the floor of a timber shack
just out of the city
not quite in the woods
I was meant for Maggie Cassidy
before i stoped collecting my reflections
before i didn't want to know
before i tried to put the sea into words
I was meant for Maggie Cassidy
she's got a life of her own boys
she keeps walking through a doorway in my mind
I sit and drink beer with my mother
I speak old french at the tv
I was meant for Maggie Cassidy
I was meant for Maggie Cassidy
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You Need To Suffer
03:19
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you need to suffer
you need to straighten out
you're gonna kill yourself livin the way you do
you need to suffer
you need to know what a good time is
you need to suffer
you're always puttin on other peoples shoes
you're surrounded by lives you just want to wlk into
you need to open up your eyes
you need to realize
you've come to a lonely and still place
you've been blessed with a bad memory
none of your friends would ever remind you
life's been very kind to you
you need to suffer
the universe?
wahts in it for you?
planets move like they do
a single cell on a distant shore
burns, rises and falls
assumes human form
you need to suffer
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Night Of the Wolverine 2
08:32
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I passed an old friend
he was lyin in the gutter with an ear full of rain
I remember him sayin
he was gonna prevail
ohif I could've staye dhome
he was everything an artist should be
poor and dirty and ugly
oh if I coulda stayed home
yeah hed go for days without a change of clothes
live without a shower
smoke a lot of dope
if I could have stayed home
meanwhile the prince of the underworld sits by his penthouse pool
champagne cool in the sauna
his children search for him down below
if I coulda stayed home
to be at the centre
to be at the scene
to be seen to care to be seen
to have a drink in your hand
to know the score
to flick the blood from your lapel and yawn
lord, if I coulda stayed home
what you gonna do?
who you gonna be?
where you gonna go?
there's this friend of mine
his idea of a good time is to set an exotic table in his back yard
slow down and savour a flavour nop on else will ever know
out there on his own
closed
out in the hot sun as he pleases
closed
360 degree
closed
the King Of Adelaide
lord of you and me
of all we were and yet could be
you could always make the band laugh
you just got to wear it
its not the sort of thing you could put up in lights
you got to decide whether thats good or bad
you got to work out who you're living for
the band, they're gonna be changin
just like the people out front
but they're gonna be stayin
and you're gonna be movin on
someone else will get the job of standin in between
someone else will make the rules stand up again
The people at the front tables walked during the first set. They'd go home to tell their kids about this guy down at the club who thought he was funny. You liked to think those kids really wanted to come and see you.
The kids and the band, they kept you going. All the bad gigs, the drunks, the cheese and the ham. You could sellp - rough - but you could sleep. Talk yourself out, talk yourself back in. Knowing you could make sense somehow, maybe not right now but nobody knew just what yu were worth, you just had a little cash flow problem, a lack of liquidity. You were payin the price, sewing the seeds, dealing an alien currency.
All the others who went before you? Were they playin for you?
Someone light years removed?
What is it? A closed circle? A funky queue?
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I got away from it all
I was sittin on the bonnet
layin back on the windscreen
you were behind the wheel
the wind rushin loud and raw
engine racin down below
a bottle of beer, darkness
overhangin trees
a way nobody is gonna be
a place nobodys gonna go
layin awake at night and waitin for the wind to come back and belly your sails
walkin out to the middle of the runway
layin down and waitin
i watched you walk away through the window
holdin each other through the traffic in the rain
you looked so great
laughin together
so fine and good
a place nobody is gonna be
a way nobody is gonna go
I had a dream about you
about you and me
i woke up feelin bad and feelin good
we were ridin a bicyle up a hill together
I could fell my arms about your waist and your breath upon my neck at the same time
because I could
because I was dreamin
out there in the night of time
you know how you get an idea in your head
who knows how?who knows when?
but all of a sudden you cant look at the world in the same way
somethin is gonna happen
somethin has changed
you imagined a reality
but just by lookin at somethin
the light you shine
your shadow
causes the scene to change dramatically
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dave graney Melbourne, Australia
From Melbourne, Australia.
Dave Graney and Clare Moore were once in the Moodists, singer and drummer
respectively.Then there was the Coral Snakes and and now Dave Graney and the mistLY.
Stu Thomas on bass since 2004 and Stuart Perera on guitar since 1998
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Beautiful guitar sounds and recording. Very meditative, not that I ever do any of that.
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Jazzblues
by Amos Garrett Jazz Trio
Amos Garrett on guitar and vocals. He does both so very well. A vintage player - like me - but I only discovered him recently. Stellar sounds.
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If i said, "he's a freak", I'd be being very positive. So yeah - he's a freak.
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Live at the Continental
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This is the quintessential Australian blues album. Beautifully raw and exposed
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Bug-eyed high-octane rock & roll powered by mean, marauding riffs and a manic vocal delivery.
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