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Empty
05:13
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You're my favourite politician
If it weren't for you I wouldn't be me
If it weren't for you I wouldn't be free
to sing this song in the clouds
with wings on my back to my Muttie below
crying for her son who went to your war
If it weren't for you
I wouldn't be at all
If it weren't for you
I wouldn't be at all
You're my dream politician
You did the good things,
you did the bold things
You took the brave decisions
Now I'm on a beach in another green world
left my Muttie on Earth to hide from the drones
that target the heat from her heart
the whites of her eyes remain
unseen
seeing into the life of
things
seeing into the light of...
And it's an empty glass
toast, empty
Glass toast, empty
Do you trust your politicians
Are they the voice you wanted
the fight you need
to take down the enemies of our dream
to perish under one law, one god,
one tongue, one brain no mind and terror for all
if it weren't for them
we'd having a ball
if it weren't for them
we'd having a ball
if it weren't for them...
And it's an empty glass
toast, empty
Glass toast, empty
toast, empty
Glass toast, empty
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2. |
Alone In Space
04:58
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I believe in you
way out there
I believe you're here / In yer space craft
listening to bugged-eyed men / lookin down here
Their tryst with the Devil
ain't on the level
You've got them sussed,
you're gonna be here like the rest of us
You're teachin me
to live so fine
I believe you'll climb
to where their heads
have grown too wide
Cuttin ice with the Devil
and breathin heavy metals
Lungs are full of rust
You're gonna be here like the rest of us
The lottery draw's on the Devil's side
Some would say the end is nigh
Plucking whales from the deep blue sea
to stock a Tokyo restaurant
Pump action rifles in Sarawak
anything goes on a loggers day off
Maybe all we need is another love song
Maybe all we need is another love song
Will the corals grow again
will the Thylacine leave us here
Will the Tucan sing its song
to a world with no human...
Maybe all we need is another love song
Maybe all we need is another love song
Maybe all we need is another love song
Maybe all we need is another love song
Will we walk on the Moon again
and marvel at our world
All alone in space
All alone in space
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3. |
Dog Line
04:34
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I was trained as a pup to tear at flesh
smell the sweat of Man
I was made to hunger till it drove me wild
smell the fear in Man
Now I'm Howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
Chained to a barrel at Eaglehawk Neck
with a whole-lotta-nuthin to do
Starved for flesh at salt waters edge
a whole-lotta-nuthin to do
But howl... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
Some say food comes on two legs
skin all split from whippin
they is hardly good for feasting
all split from the whippin
So we howl... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
Wish I was a Tassie Tiger
hiding from Man in them hills
Dreamin of bunnies 'n' foxes
Huntin with Man in the hills
But we're howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
I'm really very very nice
Just don't leave me out at night
I'm really very very sweet
Captain gimme sumin to eat
Cause I'm howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
Howlin... on the Dog Line
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4. |
Breath In Mine
04:11
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I held your breath in mine for as long as I could,
breath in mine
for as long as I could
I felt your heart in time for as long as I could
heart in mind
for as long as I could
We tuned to the wires buried in the park
broadcasting stories from the world
We tuned our radios, so silent in the dark
As the Soviet's marched on Prague.
I heard your voice in mine for as long as I could
voice in mine
for as long as I could
I felt your hand in mine for as long as I could
hand in mine
for as long as I could
We tuned to the garden of forbidden names
read out one by one
Speak to me in Czech and liberate the spark
As the tourists march on Prague
We tuned to the field, a garden of wires
all the stories they told
I listened to her voice, night after night
Through the crackle and noise from Mars.
I pressed your lips to mine for as long as I could
lips to mine
for as long as I could
I held your hope in mine for as long as I could
hope in mine
for as long as I could
as long as I could
as long as I could
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5. |
Chasing The Sun
04:31
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Chasing the sun to Muizenberg,
tracing out waves in Kalk Bay
Under blue skies I dream you through,
salt is sweet on your skin my dear
Bulldozin Bergies off the beach again,
Kalkies diners order snoek and chips
Languid Sundays on a Simonstown yatch,
clouds are growing off Table Top
The Portofino swings from dusk till dawn,
guitars playing all day long
Shooting the breeze on the rocks below,
a perfect coffee at Lino's
Under the skies in the year of the wind,
Sifu Roy plays another song
Jammin with the moon in Beaverlac,
Fresh African water from camp-site taps
Walking barefoot to Danger Beach
The tide is rising on the Brass Bell Bar
catch of the day at the fishing fleet dock
drive to Kommetjie in a rusty car
Coon dancin on the pier
to a banjo's rapid strum
Beaded wire at Olympia's door
heart shaped key rings yer friends will adore
Smilin with all yer shiny whites
whales blowin winter tide
Speakin with a Xhosa tongue
g'day gets you...
Gets you the sun to Muizenberg,
tracing out waves in Kalk Bay
Under blue skies I dream you through,
salt is sweet on your skin my dear
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Kuching
02:50
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7. |
Mason Cove
05:56
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Good morning Mason Cove
Stretch yer arms to greet the sky
Lean into yer A-frame cross
Lord knows, hundred lashes strong
Me bones warm beneath torn flesh
Blood my feet, red river runs
I'm to be whipped for your sins
Lord knows, hundred lashes strong
It's a beautiful day on Dieman's Land
I love to look out over Storm Bay, Oh it's a beautiful day
Steal me a musket and hunting dogs
Leg-irons, my music box
I'm bound to me A-frame cross
Lord knows, hundred lashes strong
Drown me in the shipyards yonder
String me from a noose in Hobart town
I'm your New Christ on a A-frame cross
Lord knows, hundred lashes strong
It's a beautiful day on Dieman's Land / I manage a smile to this tear dry face / It's a beautiful day
Devil's turned from his hooded flock
I'd give my tongue to rest my head in stocks
I'm your New Christ on a A-frame cross
Lord knows, hundred lashes strong
Lord knows...
It's a beautiful day on Dieman's Land / I love to look out over Storm Bay / It's a beautiful day
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8. |
Last Drinks
06:26
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Comes a time when nothing really matters
Comes a time when your Mother waves you bye
Comes a time you forget yer Daddy's laughter
and when last drinks are called
and when last drinks are called
Comes a time when there's nothing left to squander
when there's no one left to call
when there's no one left to remember
and when last drinks are called
and when last drinks are called
Comes a time when all is said and done
when fences won't need mending
and the Internet's a graveyard
and you're alone when last drinks are called
and you're alone when last drinks are called
and you're alone when last drinks
Outer space
moonshine dreaming,
Older than memory
star dust hurricane
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9. |
Silvan Sounds
07:28
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Andrew Garton Melbourne, Australia
Filmmaker, musician, producer. Member of post-punk fusion trio Rat Kangaroo.
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