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Adagio 727
04:10
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Leavin’ on a 727/ Adagio playing slow
Hell, I didn’t mean to be clichéd/ I just said I have to go away.
Roderigo did you know/ your music would end this way
Piped with the air conditioning?/ I’m humming with the engines refrain.
Give me a little time/ drink to me with a fine old wine
You know I’ll come back again/ when I’ve found some peace of mind.
Roll out down the run way/ how the lights cut through the night
The hostess in the aisle she smiles/ God, I can only turn away.
Lifting off into the night/ Off the ground and the only sound I can hear
Through the engines scream is the echo falling of you calling my name
Give me a little time/ drink to me with a fine old wine
You know I’ll come back again/ when I’ve drunk you off my mind.
Leaving on a 727/ No music now but the lights below me
strung out like a music score /Wish I could reach out and play them all for you.
Someday I might not come back/ One day I might not go away
And one day we may both learn to care a little more before we say
Give me a little time/ drink to me with a fine old wine
You know I’ll come back again/ when I’ve found some peace of mind.
Give me a little time/ drink to me with a fine old wine
You know I’ll come back again/ when I’ve drunk you off my mind.
You know I could drink till dawn/ you’d still be on my mind.
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Blue Nylons
04:03
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Summer in the canefields/ Flames across the sky
Soot and sweat and heat and haze/ All through the night
When the burning’s over/ Drive back into town
We all need a little something/ To cool our bodies down
Out along the highway/ There’s a little light
Pull over there, time to spare/ And the girl’s will treat you right
A little swig on this thing/ A little toke on that
Working hard and playing hard/ Yeah, we’re all damn good at that
we’re all kings for the talking/ until she comes in walking
with those stockings on
She’s someone’s little sister/ No-one knows quite who’s
But jailbait never looked so good / Since Eve was singing the blues
Throats get a little drier/ Music sounds a little louder
Smiles get tighter, the laughter harder/ A little spark among the powder
Some girls look for trouble/ Some girls learn to run
Some girls load up all your barrels/ Just to leave a smoking gun
She don’t need a thing to sell/ To send good men to hell
With those stockings on
Summer in the canefields/ Set to flash and spark
Who hits who and who hits first/ Who cares, we’re all swingin hard
Last thing I remember/ Just before the bottle broke
Was her smiling at me like I was the / Last Man standing on this naked earth
When the morning’s broken/ Wake up under a blazing sky
Like some road kill left out in the sun/ on this hell’s highway to die
Rustle up the rabble/ Head out to the fields, we’re late.
A slap on the back, a nod, a wink,/ Yeah we’re still the best of mates
Yeah we’re all the best of friends / till next time she walks in again
with those stockings on
Yeah at least till next weekend/ When she walks in again
with those stockings on
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Blind Faith
03:47
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The rhythm of rocks and plains, the thunder of distant rains,
Crossing from shore to sea, just this old train and me.
Rolling out under the stars, along these gun-barrel straight steel scars
Got me a night ticket home but I don’t know where I’m going.
Dry river beds are all that’s left, of the days we dreamed only to forget,
Empty days where the days all run somewhere down this dead man’s track
Somewhere down this dead man’s track, switched the lines now we can’t go back
Switched the lines now we can’t go back.
Took a job in the city hoping to find some dreams
Found a girl and some love I thought and all the cracks in between.
Somewhere in the dead of night where all lost things take flight
Caught in a heady beam knew I’d found a blind-track dream.
All the city’s bright lit and noisy nights don’t fill the silences in between the lives
Empty days where the days all run rolling down these dead men’s tracks
Rolling down these dead men’s tracks, switched the lines now we can’t go back
Switched the lines now we can’t go back.
Just keep travelling on where-ever these tracks lead on
Get me out of this in-between, blind faith, blind tracks, blind dreams
Blind faith, blind tracks, blind dreams
Just keep travelling on till all these tracks are gone
Never is what it seems, blind faith, blind tracks, blind dreams
Blind faith, blind tracks, blind dreams.
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Driftwood
04:03
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Missed You
02:09
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A knock at the door
when I wasn’t home;
a letter sent misaddressed;
a busy tone
at the end of the line;
an arrival just after I’ve left
A name in the sand
when the tide has gone;
graffiti on a brick wall;
a note on a book
on loan from the library;
a voice in a crowded hall
A glance from the window
of a passing bus;
a figure seen boarding a plane...
whoever you are
I am leaving a note:
‘Sorry, I’ve missed you again.’
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Love Heals
04:12
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Simon Says
03:54
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Simon says “Get up in the morning”
Simon says “Without any warning
you lost your love”
Simon says “No time for healing!”
Simon says “No don’t you feel it;
you lost your love”
“Hands on your head and get out of bed
ain’t no use in crying instead” Simon Says.
Simon says “Ain’t no use in grievin”
Simon says “Though she didn’t even
say goodbye”
Simon says “You know you’ll never find another”
Simon says “You know you shouldn’t even
bother to try”
“Hands on your head and get out of bed
ain’t no use in crying instead”
Tomorrow comes another day dawning
Tomorrow comes another day arrives
Tomorrow comes another black hole yawning
wide
Simon Says “So your heart she butchered
Simon says “still you gonna hafta put your
grievin’ away”
Simon says “I’m gonna say it louder”
Simon says “You know you’re better off without her
cheatin’ ways”
“Hands on your head and get out of bed
ain’t no use in crying instead” Simon Says.
Simon says “No use in fretting”
Simon says “Sooner the better you move along”
Simon says “Don’t worry little man”
Simon says “You’ll remember this lesson when it happens again” “Oops – guess it just has!”
“Hands on your head and get out of bed
ain’t no use in crying instead”
Tomorrow comes another day dawning
Tomorrow comes another day arrives
Tomorrow comes another black hole yawning
wide
Simon says
“You never were much bloody good at this game anyway, were you Sonny Jim!?”
Simon? Fuck off .
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8. |
Song For Adrian
03:02
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Here is a song for someone with a hole in the head
Whose feet always falter whenever they are lead
Who paused for a moment
To watch a day go by
And woke up just in time
Only to say goodbye.
What can you give to someone who has everything
That life and the days to a closed door could bring
But a penny bag of dreams
Tied with a bow that read
For a friend who needs more of these
Like a hole in the head
It’s strange how it’s the homeless ones who’ll take you in
And it’s funny how it’s the sad clowns that leave you with a grin
And sometimes when your mouth can’t get around what needs to be said
It’s funny how a song can be like a hole in the head.
So here is a song for someone with a hole in the head
Whose feet are always running down a road that’s dead
And who paused for a moment
To watch a day go by
And woke up just in time
Only to say goodbye.
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World Visions
02:27
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The glowering glimmer of molten iron poured for our cities of steel,
the white light mosaic that's patterned in space as the earth ever wheels,
the cool shimmered silver that seeps from face of the bright night full moon,
the crazy chain lashing of lightening set free in the late afternoon.
Hunger don't mind, so why do you bother
hanging on to life, little black brother?
Ain't no where to run, ain't no where to cover
The stars in the heavens, the sun as she rises to lighten the sky,
The fire of novas, the brilliant last flaring of stars as they die,
The glimmering cold fires of silver eyes cast in the darkness of space,
The brief flaring skyfall that burns back to dark, without trace.
Hunger don't mind, so why do you bother
hanging on to life, little black brother?
Ain't no where to run, ain't no where to cover
Under all this gold and white fire one candle we only ignite
for the birth of each life and in the end when we each reach our own dark night,
it seems after all this bright burning our loves and lives are no worse
than one candle blown out across all of the black universe.
Hunger don't mind, so why do you bother
hanging on to life, little black brother?
Ain't no where to run, ain't no where to cover
nowhere to crawl except under another
dead sister, father, brother or mother.
...than one candle blown out across all of the black universe.
sister, father, brother or mother...
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Song of the Sun
01:43
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See the morning sun is shining
See the morning sun arise
Comes another day we are working
Comes another day we are alive.
Earth beneath our feet as we are walking
Sweet the breath of earth upon our hands
Sky cries to bless our gladness
To work another day upon these lands.
See the evening sun is setting
See the evening sun fall down to earth
As every day is fallowed by a new night
So every death will brighten into birth.
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11. |
Roll Me A Road
03:57
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Roll me a road, flow me a river,
Fly me a Jetstream right out of thin air
Book me a passage, throw me a lifetime,
I’m buying a ticket for a one way there.
Cancel the papers, lock up the dog box,
Forward the mail care of I don’t know where,
I’m having a good time just living a daydream
With no one to wake me cause there’s no one else there.
Somewhere out beyond the great woe-be-gone
Dragons and mad dogs bite,
But here inside the wolves are at bay
And there’s no one looking for a fight.
Just me and my old friends glad to be back again
All together alone
How the old times flow, the old flames glow
Lord I’m bombed out again on my own.
Roll me a road, flow me a river,
Fly me a Jetstream right out of the blue
Raise up your glasses let’s drink to tomorrow
And the memories of old days and old friends like you.
Stoke up the fire, pour out a tall red,
To sparkle like crimson in the flames soft glow,
I’m talking to no one but I can’t help but laughing
As the shadows go dancing and the warm feelings flow.
Tomorrow I’ll wake up and put on my armour,
Chase off those dragons and send the dogs on their way,
Pick up the traces and face up to the music
But that’s for tomorrow and untill then I’ll stay
Here with my old friends, all glad to be back again
All together alone
How the old times flow, the old flames glow
Lord guess I’m just bombed out again on my own.
Roll me a road, flow me a river,
Fly me a Jetstream right out of the blue
Raise up your glasses let’s drink to tomorrow
And the memories of old days and old friends like you.
Ice crisp new mornings
The whole motley crew and
Smokey room evenings
The whole motley crew and
Old days and new ways
The whole motley crew and
Old ways and new days
The whole motley crew and you
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Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Wrap me up and squeeze me
Cuddle up to please me
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
The moon and stars are bright
I’ll keep you warm tonight
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
The moon’s all shiney, the stars are bright,
The old band’s playin’ our tune.
That look in your eyes has got me all dreamy
‘bout spoons n June and me oh my!
So come on baby, let’s take a chance
And wander off the tracks on our own
Baby don’t you want me?
Baby don’t despond me.
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Instrumental break
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Wrap me up and squeeze me
Cuddle up to please me
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
The moon’s all shiney, the stars are bright,
The old band’s playin’ our tune.
That look in your eyes has got me all dreamy
‘bout spoons n June and me oh my!
So come on baby, let’s take a chance
And wander off the tracks on our own
Baby don’t you want me?
Baby don’t despond me.
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Wrap me up and squeeze me
Cuddle up to please me
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
The moon and stars are bright
I’ll keep you warm tonight.
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Wrap me up and squeeze me
Cuddle up to please me
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
Baby Won’t You Take Me Home?
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13. |
City Rain
03:01
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Mike Cavanagh Catalina, Australia
In my 60s (how the hell did THAT happen!). Married to the love of my life - Jules - for 20 years. Stepdad to three adult 'kids'. Other loves of my life - 1970s Gibson J-200, 1978 Gurian 3M and Maton FG 12 string also 1970s vintage. Don't play nowhere these days, but paid some sort of dues over the years - restaurants, bars, even a few weddings. Motto - find beauty; be still (thanks Mr W.H. Murray) ... more
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