1. |
Balmoral Street
03:44
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WE LIVED JUST OFF COMMERCIAL ROAD,
BETWEEN THE TRAIN LINE AND THE MARKET IN PRAHRAN
HEADING WEST A MILE FROM PUNT RD, RIGHT TURN AT THE BRIDGE BEFORE YOU HIT THE ROYAL EXCHANGE
TWO DOORS UP FROM PERRY LANE, IN A SINGLE FRONTED WEATHERBOARD, WIRE DOOR PAINTED COUNCIL GREEN
SHE WASN’T MUCH BUT SHE HAD CHARACTER, AND IF THOSE WALLS COULD ONLY SPEAK AND THE GHOSTS THAT GRACED ITS DOOR STEP COULD BE HEARD THESE WERE SIMPLE TIMES WE LIVED IN, AT 24 BALMORAL STREET
COPPER AND RINGER IN A CORRUGATED BACKYARD SHED, BRICK YARD, OUTSIDE DUNNY PICKET FENCE
THE CEILINGS ALL TOBACCO STAINED, LIME GREEN KITCHEN JUST THE SAME, LINO FLOOR SUGAR PINE WALLS,
MUM CLEARED THE ROOM, SINGING LET ME GO LOVER,
SHE WAS CURSED FROM THE FIRST NOTE SHE SUNG
SHE WASN’T MUCH BUT SHE HAD CHARACTER, AND IF THOSE WALLS COULD ONLY SPEAK AND THE GHOSTS THAT GRACED ITS DOOR STEP COULD BE HEARD THESE WERE SIMPLE TIMES WE LIVED IN, AT 24 BALMORAL STREET
WENT TO SCHOOL AT HAWKSBURN STATE,
THEN ID I DANCE AT LEGGETS BALLROOM 6 TILL LATE,
REGGIE SHOWED ME ALL THE STEPS, DANCED THE TIV AND TAPPED THE REST, THE BARREL NIGHTS WERE LOUD AND LONG, SQUEEZEBOX PHYL PLAYED ALL THE SONGS
HORRIE, GWEN, THELLIE AND KNOCK UP TOO,
BAZ AND EDIE AND TO NAME A FEW,
NOW MUM'S AT THE TABLE SMOKING TURF AND DRINKING BEER, SHELLING PEAS AND STUDYING THE FORM
SHE WASN’T MUCH BUT SHE HAD CHARACTER, AND IF THOSE WALLS COULD ONLY SPEAK AND THE GHOSTS THAT GRACED ITS DOOR STEP COULD BE HEARD.
SHE WASN’T MUCH BUT SHE HAD CHARACTER, AND IF THOSE WALLS COULD ONLY SPEAK AND THE GHOSTS THAT GRACED ITS DOOR STEP COULD BE HEARD,
THESE WERE SIMPLE TIMES WE LIVED IN,
AT 24 BALMORAL STREET
THESE WERE SIMPLE TIMES WE LIVED IN,
AT 24 BALMORAL STREET.
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St Agnes
03:56
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LET IT FLOW, INTO MY GLASS, LET IT REST, UPON MY THROAT,
MAY WE BE , FRIENDS FOREVER, LIFT ME UP, WHEN I'M DOWN
WHEN I'M ALONE, COMPANY, WHEN I'M BAD, FORGIVE ME
HOLD ME CLOSE, HOLD ME CLOSE, ST AGNES
WATER TURNED, INTO WINE, AND IT LAID, THEN IT BURNT
THE LONGEST ROAD, THREE STARS, GUIDE ME THERE,
TAKE ME HOME
WHEN IT ALL , GETS TOO MUCH, SPEAK TO ME, HELP ME REST
HOLD ME CLOSE, HOLD ME CLOSE, ST AGNES
WHEN I LAY , IN MY BED, WITH MY THOUGHTS AND MY CROSSES
THAT I BEAR, I WILL SHARE, I’LL CONFIDE , MY LOSS AND SHAME
MAKE ME SMILE, ONE MORE DAY, HIDE MY TRUTH, HIDE MY PAIN
I HAVE SERVED, YOU ALL SO WELL, BUT I HURT, CAN’T YOU TELL
HOLD ME CLOSE, HOLD ME CLOSE, ST AGNES
HOLD ME CLOSE, ST AGNES
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3. |
Grace Of God
04:06
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I'VE WALKED ON BOTH SIDES OF THIS OLD LIFE,
AND IN YOU I STILL BELIEVE
MY EYES HAVE SEEN OH SO MANY SIGHTS,
AND I’M HAPPY THAT I’VE BEEN
I’VE WALKED UPON, YOUR MASTERPIECE,
I HAVE LIVED, I’VE LOVED, I’VE CARED
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
IN MY LITTLE COTTAGE BY THE SEA
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE SITUATIONS YOU HAVE SEEN
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
FROM ONCE I WENT, I’VE RETURNED,
BY THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I
THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD,
THAT WILL NEVER HAVE THE CHANCE
TO WALK THE GLORY ROAD THAT I’VE BEEN ON,
TO HAVE TO HOLD TO DANCE
ENGRAVED MY NAME UPON YOUR HONOUR ROLL,
ALL MY YEARS I LEARNED TO GIVE
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
IN MY LITTLE COTTAGE BY THE SEA
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE SITUATIONS YOU HAVE SEEN
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
FROM ONCE I WENT, I’VE RETURNED,
BY THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I
SO I NEVER HAD THE CHANCES THAT LAY UPON YOUR TABLE,
BUT REST ASSURED MY LITTLE LOT WAS GOOD.
I DUG MY HOLES AND BUILT MY WALLS,
SPUN AROUND THE DANCING HALLS,
KICKING UP MY HEELS, WHEN I COULD, WHEN I COULD
YES I COULD
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
IN MY LITTLE COTTAGE BY THE SEA
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE SITUATIONS YOU HAVE SEEN
BY THE GRACE OF GOD GO I,
FROM ONCE I WENT, I’VE RETURNED,
BY THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I
BY THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I
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4. |
A Little's Too Much
03:51
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YOU KNOW I HAD TWO FATHERS,
ONE OF THEM WAS MINE,
THE FIRST HE DIED EARLY,
SO WE NEVER HAD MUCH TIME.
MUM COULD NOT FEED ME WELL,
SHE COULDN’T BE ALONE,
FOUND A NEW REPLACEMENT,
TO BRING THE MONEY HOME
AND HE LOVED ME LIKE HIS OWN,
SOMETIMES A LITTLE’S TOO MUCH.
HE LOVED ME LIKE HIS OWN,
SOMETIMES A LITTLE’S TOO MUCH.
YOU KNOW THEY TOOK ME AWAY,
TO A COTTAGE BY THE SEA.
I WAS ONLY SKIN AND BONE,
BEFORE HE LAID HIS HANDS ON ME.
FED ME UP SO I COULD RETURN,
I LOST FOUR POUNDS INSTEAD.
A BLIND EYE FOR MONEY,
NOT A WORD WAS EVER SAID.
AND HE LOVED ME LIKE HIS OWN,
SOMETIMES A LITTLE’S TOO MUCH.
HE LOVED ME LIKE HIS OWN,
SOMETIMES A LITTLE’S TOO MUCH.
SOMETIMES A LITTLE’S TOO MUCH,
SOMETIMES A LITTLE’S TOO MUCH
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5. |
Yellow
03:49
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IF THE WALLS START TO CRACK,
COLOURS ARE FADED
THE BOARDS ARE ALL SPLIT,
THERE’S RUST ON THE NAILS
TAKE MY BRUSH, PAINT IT YELLOW,
TAKE MY BRUSH, PAINT IT YELLOW.
WHEN MY FENCES ARE BAD,
DRIVE A SPIKE THROUGH THE PALINGS.
WHEN MY STUMPS WILL NOT HOLD,
MY WINDOWS ARE BREAKING.
TAKE MY BRUSH PAINT IT YELLOW,
TAKE MY BRUSH AND PAINT IT YELLOW.
WHEN MY HOUSE IS SO TIRED,
I CANNOT REPAIR,
WHEN MY EVERYTHING’S GONE,
MY CUPBOARDS ARE BARE.
TAKE MY BRUSH PAINT IT YELLOW,
TAKE MY BRUSH PAINT IT YELLOW
YELLOW, PAINT IT YELLOW, YELLOW,
PAINT IT YELLOW.
IF MY DOORS WILL NOT CLOSE
AND THE WIND FELLS THE PAINTINGS,
IF MY PATHS ARE ALL CRACKED,
AND I TRIP AND I FALL.
TAKE MY BRUSH PAINT IT YELLOW,
TAKE MY BRUSH AND PAINT IT YELLOW.
WHEN MY CLOTHES ARE ALL WORN,
AND THE HOLES BARE MY SKIN
WHEN I CALL OUT FOR YOU,
ITS BECAUSE I GAVE IN.
TAKE MY BRUSH PAINT IT YELLOW,
TAKE MY BRUSH PAINT IT YELLOW
PAINT IT YELLOW, PAINT IT YELLOW,
TAKE MY BRUSH PAINT IT YELLOW
PAINT IT YELLOW, PAINT IT YELLOW,
TAKE MY BRUSH PAINT IT YELLOW
YELLOW, YELLOW, YELLOW, YELLOW.
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6. |
September
03:05
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STARIN’ OUT THE WINDOW AT A YELLOW ROSE,
MOTHERS SPIRIT BLOOMS AND IT GROWS,
RAIN IS FALLING ON A LINE FULL OF CLOTHES,
TREES ARE BARE, THE COLD WIND BLOWS.
TAKE ME BACK TO WHERE YOU STARTED,
SUMMER NINETEEN THIRTY THREE,
I KNOW NOW JUST WHERE IT ENDS,
SEPTEMBER’S NOT THE SAME FOR ME.
EIGHT DAYS IN YEAR TWO O TWELVE,
WATCHED YOU FIND HEAVEN, I SAID FAREWELL.
SEE YOU THERE AT THE GATES MY FRIEND,
FOUND YOU ONCE, I’LL DO IT AGAIN
TAKE ME BACK TO WHERE YOU STARTED,
SUMMER NINETEEN THIRTY THREE,
I KNOW NOW JUST WHERE IT ENDS,
SEPTEMBER’S NOT THE SAME FOR ME.
ON YOUR FIRST DAY HERE THE GOLDEN GATE DID RISE,
PRESIDENT CALVIN COOLIDGE DIED,
WHEN THE WINTERS GONE I’LL REMEMBER YOU,
WHEN THE FLOWERS BLOOM, YOU WILL BE THERE.
TAKE ME BACK TO WHERE YOU STARTED,
SUMMER NINETEEN THIRTY THREE,
I KNOW NOW JUST WHERE IT ENDS,
SEPTEMBER’S NOT THE SAME FOR ME.
YELLOWED SKIN, GREY HAIRED GIRL,
BREATHLESS NOW YOU’VE SEEN THIS WORLD.
CHANGE FOR THE WORSE, CHANGE FOR THE BETTER,
SO LONG NOW YOU’VE GOT YOUR LETTER
TAKE ME BACK TO WHERE YOU STARTED,
SUMMER NINETEEN THIRTY THREE,
I KNOW NOW JUST WHERE IT ENDS,
SEPTEMBER’S NOT THE SAME FOR ME.
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7. |
Cake
02:53
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SWEET TOOTH, SARAH LEE, CHEESECAKE SHOP,
GONNA BUY A LITTLE LOVE , WITH MY TEN BUCKS CAUSE MY TEETH WONT ROT, A LITTLE BIT OF THIS AND A SLICE OF THAT, A NEW HORROR FILM FROM THE VIDEO SHOP, GONNA PROP MY PILLOWS AND EAT THE LOT,
SIMON SAYS YOU RING WE BRING, WE GOT ALMOST EVERYTHING I'M JUST GONNA LIE RIGHT HERE,
WITH CAKE, MORE CAKE, HOW MUCH SUGAR CAN A BODY TAKE, I NEVER CAN SLEEP SO I LAY AWAKE
PAVLOVA, MINCE PIES, CHIPS AHOY, SO MUCH LOVE IN EVERY BITE FOR A GIRL TO ENJOY
MR KIPLING WAS A GOOD OLD FRIEND, HE’D KNOCK ON MY DOOR EVERY NOW AND THEN
SO I’LL KICK BACK NOW WITH THE SOUND WARP TEN
SIMON SAYS YOU RING WE BRING, WE GOT ALMOST EVERYTHING I'M JUST GONNA LIE RIGHT HERE,
WITH CAKE, MORE CAKE, HOW MUCH SUGAR CAN A BODY TAKE, I NEVER CAN SLEEP SO I LAY AWAKE
MY TRUE LOVE KEEPS ME COMPANY, I DON’T NEED THAT MAN ANYWHERE NEAR ME I’M REAL HAPPY JUST YOU AND ME, CAKE, UNCLE GEORGE HE GOT ME HOOKED , SO I ATE EVERYTHING THE OLD MAN COOKED, ANY LEFT OVERS ON THE BENCH I TOOK
JAM ROLLS FRUIT FLAN, CHRISTMAS PUD, MY EVER GROWING WAISTLINE KNOWS THEY ALL TASTE GOOD,
I'M DUNKIN' DONUTS IN MILK WITH A DASH, OF BRANDY FOR LUCK JUST A WEE LITTLE SPLASH, IT'S ACLAND ST WITH WHOLE LOTTA CASH,
SIMON SAYS YOU RING WE BRING, WE GOT ALMOST EVERYTHING I'M JUST GONNA LIE RIGHT HERE,
WITH CAKE, MORE CAKE, HOW MUCH SUGAR CAN A BODY TAKE, I NEVER CAN SLEEP SO I LAY AWAKE
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8. |
Frankston
03:36
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I WORK AT CAMPBELL’S BUTCHER SHOP,
IN CHAPEL ST PRAHRAN.
CUTTING MEAT AND SWEEPING SAWDUST AROUND THE FLOOR,
FOR A LITTLE CASH IN HAND.
AND IT WAS NINETEEN SIXTY THREE,
WHEN YOU, LEN, COOGEE AND ME,
PACKED UP LIKE SARDINES, AND WE HEADED FOR THE SEA.
AND WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON,
SALT WATER BY THE BAY,
WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON
FOR OUR SUMMER HOLIDAY.
A LITTLE LONG ISLAND FIBRO SHACK,
LINO ON THE FLOOR, A DUNNY OUT THE BACK
JUMPING FENCES, PICKING MUSHROOMS BY THE BAG,
AROUND MT ARARAT
AND IT WAS NINETEEN SIXTY THREE,
AND WE LIVED IN ST JOHN ST
AIN’T NO SAND IN WINDSOR,
SO HEADED FOR THE SEA.
AND WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON,
SALT WATER BY THE BAY,
WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON
FOR OUR SUMMER HOLIDAY.
AND WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON,
ALT WATER BY THE BAY,
WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON
FOR OUR SUMMER HOLIDAY.
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9. |
New Car
04:30
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IT WAS 1979, IN THE WINTER TIME IT CAME,
DAD HE SAVED A FEW HE MADE, SOME FROM BETS HE’D LAID.
WELL THE OLD GIRL NEVER BANKED UPON A GIFT THIS SIZE AND SHAPE, AS IT SAT UPON THE DRIVEWAY, SHINING LIKE THE SUN.
IT WAS A CHRYSLER SIGMA STATION WAGON, IN METALLIC BLUE,SHE GOT A BRAND NEW CAR, A BRAND NEW CAR.
BRANDY FLOWED RIGHT THROUGH HER VEINS IN SHEER DISBELIEF, THOUGHT IT MUST BE STOLEN AND THE OLD MAN WAS A THIEF. SHE’D NEVER WON A KICK IN A STAMPEDE OR A RACE, SO WHAT’S THIS THING ON 4 WHEELS, DOING AT MY PLACE.
IT WAS A CHRYSLER SIGMA STATION WAGON, IN METALLIC BLUE, SHE GOT A BRAND NEW CAR, A BRAND NEW CAR.
IT HAD A BONNET EMBLEM, HER INITIALS WERE INSCRIBED,
PINSTRIPES, ASHTRAY AND OVERHEAD LIGHTS.
THE SEATS HAD VELVET INSERTS, A LUMBER FOR HER BACK,
INDICATORS ON THE GUARDS, SPEAKERS IN THE BACK.
IT WAS A CHRYSLER SIGMA STATION WAGON, IN METALLIC BLUE, SHE GOT A BRAND NEW CAR, A BRAND NEW CAR.
IT HAD A TWO LITRE AUTOMATIC UNDER THE HOOD,
WHEN SHE PUT THAT FOOT DOWN, MAN IT TOOK OFF GOOD.
THE OLD MAN WOULD SIT IN FEAR, CLAWS IN THE DASH,
CLOSE HIS EYES AND HOPE LIKE HELL THE OLD GIRL DIDN’T CRASH.
IT WAS A CHRYSLER SIGMA STATION WAGON, IN METALLIC BLUE, SHE GOT A BRAND NEW CAR, A BRAND NEW CAR.
SHE WAS LIKE A QUEEN , WHEN SHE’D HIT THE ROAD AND DRIVE, I NEVER WILL FORGET IT WHEN THE OLD GIRL UP AND DIED. SHE NEVER DROVE AGAIN, OLD MAYBE SAD,
LOST THE ONLY THING GIVEN TO HER BY MY DAD.
IT WAS A CHRYSLER SIGMA STATION WAGON, IN METALLIC BLUE, SHE GOT A BRAND NEW CAR, A BRAND NEW CAR.
SHE GOT A BRAND NEW CAR, A BRAND NEW CAR.
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10. |
Lemon Chicken
03:57
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IT’S SUNDAY AGAIN, THE OLD MANS OUTSIDE
FIXIN’ THE GATE, MOWIN’ THE LAWN.
MUM’S IN THE KITCHEN, CUTTIN’ THE BIRD,
BUT AT SIX O’CLOCK, EVERYTHING STOPS,
WE ALL SIT DOWN AND MUM DISHES UP THAT
LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN,
OOOH YEAH IT TASTES GOOD, YEAH IT TASTES GOOD THAT,
LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN,
OOOH YEAH IT TASTES GOOD.
I’M AT THE PARK, KICKIN THE FOOTY,
THE OLDS MAN’S SLEEPING, HE’S ON THE COUCH.
MUM’S STILL IN THE KITCHEN, SHE’S COOKIN’ UP A STORM,
BUT AT SIX O’CLOCK, EVERYTHING STOPS,
WE ALL SIT DOWN AND MUM DISHES UP THAT
LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN,
OOOH YEAH IT TASTES GOOD, YEAH IT TASTES GOOD THAT,
LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN,
OOOH YEAH IT TASTES GOOD.
SHE WROTE IT BY HAND, HER SECRET RECIPE,
IT LIVES IN THE RED BOOK, SHE KEEPS IT CLOSE AT HAND
SHE MAY PASS IT DOWN, MAY TELL ME SOMEDAY
I MAY NEVER KNOW, SO I’LL JUST WAIT, FOR
SIX O’CLOCK, EVERYTHING STOPS,
WE ALL SIT DOWN AND MUM DISHES UP THAT
LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN,
OOOH YEAH IT TASTES GOOD, YEAH IT TASTES GOOD THAT,
LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN,
OOOH YEAH IT TASTES GOOD, YEAH IT TASTES GOOD THAT,
LEMON CHICKEN, LEMON CHICKEN.
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11. |
Chainsaw Mama
02:52
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CHAINSAW MAMA, CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN
CHAINSAW MAMA, CUT EM’ TO THE GROUND.
ONE SMALL HEART ATTACK,
AIN’T GONNA PULL YOUR HORSES BACK,
CHAINSAW MAMA CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN,
CUT EM’ TO THE GROUND.
CHAINSAW MAMA, SHARPEN UP YOUR BLADE,
CHAINSAW MAMA, SHOW EM HOW YOU’RE MADE.
OF HARDENED STEEL, SHOW EM HOW YOU
CHAINSAW MAMA, CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN,
CUT EM’ TO THE GROUND.
MAMA NEVER WANTED MUCH,
A PETROL MODEL WITH A BETTER CLUTCH,
SO SHE COULD CUT YOU DOWN.
CHAINSAW MAMA CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN.
CUT EM’ TO THE GROUND, CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN.
CHAINSAW MAMA, THREW HER KNITTING DOWN,
CHAINSAW MAMA, SWORE SHE WON’T BE BOUND.
BY ONE SMALL HEART ATTACK,
ROLL THAT FILM AND TAKE A LOOK AT
CHAINSAW MAMA, CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN,
CUT EM’ TO THE GROUND.
CHAINSAW MAMA, CAME BACK HARD AND STRONG,
CHAINSAW MAMA, PROVED THAT DOCTOR WRONG.
THIS DIDN’T HURT A BIT, YOU SCIENTISTS ARE FULL OF SHIT,
CHAINSAW MAMA CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN.
CUT EM’ TO THE GROUND.
SHE’S MY CHAINSAW MAMA, MY CHAINSAW MAMA.
CHAINSAW MAMA CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN,
CUT EM’ TO THE GROUND, CUT THEM TREES ON DOWN,
CUT EM’ TO THE GROUND
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12. |
Miracle Child
03:26
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PASSENGER ON A WINDING ROAD,
NO RAILS TO BREAK YOUR FALL.
CAME OFF HARD, HUNG FROM THE FACE,
ONLY AIR BETWEEN YOUR FEET AND GOD.
YOU NEVER LIKED THE SEA, STILL YOU
TOOK ME THERE, YOU DIDN’T MIND.
IT’S A MIRACLE THAT I'M HERE AT ALL,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD.
THINK HE WAS A BLACK MAN,
RAISED IN A FOUNDLING HOME.
HIS MOTHER CRIED, HE NEVER CARED,
BUT HE DRANK A LOT SO I GUESS HE DID.
THEY SAID YOU’D NEVER BEAR,
SO YOU LAID EIGHT MONTHS IN A BED.
IT’S A MIRACLE THAT I’M HERE AT ALL,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD.
ON THE DAY THAT I WAS BORN,
FRIENDS ALL GATHERED ROUND,
STARING AT THIS MIRACLE, YOU HAD MADE.
IT’S A MIRACLE THAT I'M HERE AT ALL,
IT’S A MIRACLE THAT I'M HERE AT ALL,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD.
BUT THAT MIRACLE WAS ALL TO YOU,
I GUESS THAT MAKES YOU A MIRACLE TOO.
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD.
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13. |
Dulcie Dipout
03:42
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NO NEW DRESS, NO NEW DOLL,
NO NEW BIKE. NO CHRISTMAS CARD,
NEVER GOT NOTHING BUT BREAD AND LARD,
TIMES WERE LEAN, TIMES WERE HARD.
DULCIE DIPS OUT ONCE AGAIN,
SHE GOT SHIPPED OUT OF HOME AT THE AGE OF 10.
TRAIN LINE GIRL, PLAYED ON THE TRACKS,
THROWING ROCKS AT THE CLICKITY CLACK,
STANDING ON THE CUTTING, DRESSED IN A SACK,
WAITING FOR THE NEXT TRAIN TO COME BACK.
DULCIE DIPS OUT ONE MORE TIME,
THAT RICHMOND TRAIN’S ON THE FRANKSTON LINE.
GREW UP HARD, MARRIED LATE,
NO TRUE LOVE, SHE LIVED WITH HER MATE,
CARRIED A CURSE, WHO PICKLED HIS LIVER,
TWENTY ODD YEARS FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER.
DULCIE DIPS OUT ONCE AGAIN,
NEVER HAD A LOVER JUST A PART TIME FRIEND.
SHE TOOK SIX NUMBERS EVERY WEEK,
BARELY A TRICKLE FOR A LITTLE OLD TREAT,
HER LUCK DID CHANGE WON SECOND DIVISION,
WENT OUT AND BOUGHT A NEW TELEVISION.
DULCIE DIPS OUT AGAIN ITS TRUE,
EVERYBODY HAD THOSE NUMBERS TOO.
GOT A NEW JOB, SHE CARED FOR THE SICK, T
HE OLD AND FRAIL IT MADE HER TICK,
HAD A LITTLE MONEY, PUT IT ALL ASIDE,
CAUSE’ FREEDOM CALLS AT AGE SIXTY FIVE.
DULCIE DIPS OUT ON HER GOLDEN YEARS,
WHEN A HUNDRED THOUSAND VOLTS APPEAR.
BUT SHE GOT TO HER FEET, WALKED WITH A TROLLEY,
SHE CAME BACK HARD NO FRILLS NO FOLLY,
LIVED IN A HOUSE OF GOD AND MONEY,
NEVER SMOKED OR SWORE AND THAT’S REAL FUNNY.
DULCIE DIPS OUT NOBODY COULD TELL,
THAT HER LUNGS WERE FUCKED AND HER NUMBERS FELL.
DULCIE DIPS OUT ONE MORE TIME,
NOBODY CAME TO SAY GOODBYE.
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14. |
Cleaning Lady
04:13
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I’VE GOT A PHOTOGRAPH, MUM WAS A CLEANING LADY,
LEANING BACK, AGAINST AN OLD GREEN CAR.
SHE HAD A CIGARETTE, SHE WAS LAUGHING WITH HER CLOSEST FRIEND.
PICK IT UP CLEANING LADY, PICK IT UP CLEANING LADY.
FOUR DAYS A WEEK, MUM WAS A CLEANING LADY,
FOR THE RICH, SHE WOULD CLEAN AND SCRUB THEIR FLOORS.
NEVER SATISFIED THEY WOULD ALWAYS ASK FOR MORE.
PICK IT UP CLEANING LADY, PICK IT UP CLEANING LADY.
YOU CAN CLEAN MY POOL YOU CAN CLEAR MY YARD,
WATER MY PLANTS, WORK REAL HARD.
POLISH MY SILVER, CLEAN MY GOLD,
SWEEP OUT MY FIREPLACE, WASH AND IRON MY CLOTHES.
STICK THAT HANDLE WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE,
AND I’LL SWEEP YOUR FLOORS AS WELL.
PICK IT UP CLEANING LADY, PICK IT UP CLEANING LADY.
PICK IT UP CLEANING LADY, PICK IT UP CLEANING LADY.
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15. |
Goodbye Grace
04:46
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GOODBYE GRACE, FAREWELL THIS PLACE,
TAKE MY HAND, TILL I REACH THE PROMISED LAND.
I’LL WAIT FOR YOU, I’LL WAIT FOR YOU.
I'VE SAID MY WORDS, I KNOW YOU HEARD,
GOODBYE, MY FRIEND, WALK ON NOW.
GOODBYE GRACE FAREWELL THIS PLACE,
I FORGIVE YOU, I HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME TOO.
GOODBYE GRACE, FAREWELL THIS PLACE,
I’LL GROW THAT YELLOW ROSE, UPON YOUR GRAVE.
I’LL SEE YOU EVERY MORNING, REMEMBER EVERY NIGHT.
IVE SAID MY WORDS, I KNOW YOU HEARD,
GOODBYE, MY FRIEND, WALK ON NOW.
GOODBYE GRACE, FAREWELL THIS PLACE,
I FORGIVE YOU , I HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME TOO.
AND ALL THOSE LITTLE THINGS DON’T MATTER ANY MORE.
GOODBYE GRACE, FAREWELL THIS PLACE,
GOODBYE GRACE.
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Rory Ellis Australia
An underground hero of Americana in Australia.
His path traverses the globe having
performed at home and internationally for over 30 years.
Every twist and turn toward his Americana leanings, always had a great story lurking in the background. Always the primary inspiration. Gifted with a soul-wrenching voice praised by media worldwide, he’s experienced every word delivered.
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