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Song For The Workers
03:08
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Four AM, day is young
Get out of bed, fill my lungs
Wash my hands, clean my teeth
I start the car, I sigh for sleep
I hit the road, I take a corner wide
I see my life flash before my eyes
Here's a song for the workers
We rode to school in the morning sun
Wondering what we'd become
Wash our hands, chip our teeth
Flee the scorn to find relief
I lay them down, the matters of my pride
I feel their weight, I keep it by my side
Here's a song for the workers
Don't let it break your stride
Here's a song for the workers.
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2. |
The Vagabond
03:34
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The smell of the dawn, the sun in my hands
The birds in the fields still adjourning
I buried my heels, I sat in the sand
A couple of tears started stirring
Then for a minute I could see clear skies
Then out the corner of my eye
I saw the face of the vagabond
Her weary eyes were the same as mine
Then I fell, it wasn't the plan
I started to reel, felt a yearning
I started to walk, before I could stand
I felt like a wheel still a-turning
Then for a minute I could see clear skies
Then out the corner of my eye
I saw the face of the vagabond
Her weary eyes were the same as mine
Oh how we fell for the paragons
We looked upon the stars that night as if we found them
Stood silent as they slowly faded, then watched them die
Then all of my thoughts, the sum of my plans
Blew off on a breeze in the morning
Then for a minute I could see clear skies
Then out the corner of my eye
I saw the face of the vagabond
Her weary eyes were the same as mine
Oh how we fell for the paragons.
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3. |
It's Alright
02:42
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Jenny isn't going to school tomorrow
Shelly rolls her eyes and groans
Billy's had another accident
His face is spread across the road
But it's alright, hey it's alright, yeah it's alright
Honey are we making stroganoff
I think the meat's three weeks old
Have we got enough to pay the gas
I might have spent it on the toll
But it's alright, hey it's alright, yeah it's alright
You walk inside and turn the key
The tripping hazards knick your feet
That taste in your mouth won't recede
After today that's all I need
Down the stairs the puppies sigh
They're out of water wonder why
The cobwebs dangle from the lights
I'll be down here again tonight
I can leave this all behind tomorrow
Pack it up and hit the road
Leave a letter on the kitchen bench
You could just put it through the load
But it's alright, hey it's alright, yeah it's alright
But it's alright, hey it's alright, yeah it's alright
But it's alright, hey it's alright, yeah it's alright.
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4. |
Dodge The Raindrops
02:44
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I know something just ain't right
You're in constant fight or flight
Keeping tears out of sight
You don't know the reasons why
Dodge the raindrops as they fall
Find the cracks in their walls
I know sometimes they're like lead
Weigh so heavy on your head
Dodge the raindrops my friend
I can see it in your face
What you're saying, your disgrace
All your accents out of time
You can't land that golden line
Dodge the raindrops as they fall
Find the cracks in their walls
I know sometimes they're like lead
Weigh so heavy on your head
Dodge the raindrops
When you say you have to go
Do you really have to go?
It's still early, only nine
Have one more glass of wine
Dodge the raindrops as they fall
Find the cracks in their walls
I know sometimes they're like lead
Weigh so heavy on your head
Dodge the raindrops my friend.
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5. |
Don't Bother Me
01:56
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Gimme some time, gimme some time i'm falling
Over the line, over the line i'm crawling
Sweet are your sentiments, though they're lost on me
Now i'm kindly asking please don't bother me
Gimme some time, gimme some time i'm falling
Out of the sky, out of the sky i'm stalling
Neat are your regiments, buckling at the knees
I know where to get my thrills so don't bother me
It's time to file away what I don't need to know
I'll wait in the lobby while you go see the show
Gimme some time, gimme some time i'm falling
Over the line, over the line i'm crawling
Sweet are your sentiments, though they're lost on me
They're just wafting off upon the passing breeze
A frisbee perched among the branches of the trees
Now i'm kindly asking please don't bother me.
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Mode Atlanta Brisbane, Australia
Chronicling life in the 'burbs of Sunny Queensland Australia. A rainbow Paddle Pop melting on the road. The evergreen kink in your garden hose.
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