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My Little Shadow got a hunger for life
To be played out in the "A" "M" by the television light
Picture's pretty fuzzy and the plot she ain't too strong
But it got a catchy tune so we can all sing along
You gotta make hay while the sun shines
My step sister got a special kind of need
She won a gold plated ladle for another mouth to feed
Holidays that hover in the background of her days
Take her one step closer to those Gold Coast rays
You Gotta Make Hay While The Sun Shines
My rented mule has got a broken back
You could body surf his tears
Down a hard beaten track
I tried to take a picture with my mobile phone
But then he flashed me a look that said
Leave me alone
You Gotta Make Hay While The Sun Shines
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Simple As It May Sound
03:57
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Nevermore
04:12
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You waited our table like the girl in The Pretenders' clip
You're taking your time
Like the start of a morphine drip
I wouldn't complain
But the bar is closing soon
Calling out to all the little creatures
Creatures like me and you
You could call me a stranger and love me nevermore
Call me a stranger and love me nevermore
The smell of your skin
is wearing thin
All the hiccups and bloodshot eyes
are back in place again
I fell off my judgement chair
To hear what you had to say
Ordinarily I would never kill a story
not a choose your own adventure anyway
You could call me a stranger and love me nevermore
Call me a stranger and love me nevermore
But I'll never hear it
Cause I love being scared
when I know that you're there
Call me a stranger and love me nevermore
Call me a stranger and love me nevermore
or you could
call me a stranger and love me Forever more?
Call me a stranger
Love me
Forevermore.
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4. |
Cakes & Ginger Ale
04:31
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It is the quest
It is the goal
It's a professional mistake
It is the corner of your room
That's never lit when it gets late
It is the writing on that celebrated wall
It is the all in hand that let you lose it all
It's not a sin it's not a terminal disease
It's not a pilot light in your head that flickers out in any breeze
It's not a cautionary tale
It's not all cakes and ginger ale
Not a place
Not a town
and not your team that let you down
It's the kind of heart ache
hard to measure
hen you're sick of them saying "It's all for the better"
Some get through
Some get left behind
It is the lump at the back of your throat
For all those letters you never wrote
It is the street that you grew up on
and all the street lights that kept you warm
It is the writing on that celebrated wall
it is the all in hand that let you win it all
It's not a date with some girl you want to fuck
It's not the one and only reason Honey
we're shit out of luck
It's not a mermaid in the suburbs
that crawled out of your drain
It's not a place
It's not a town
It's not some team that let you down
It's the kind of heart ache
Hard to measure
When you're sick of them saying It's all for the better
Some get through and some get left behind
It's not a sin it's not a terminal disease
It's not a pilot light in your head that flickers out in any breeze
It's not a cautionary tale
It's not all cakes and ginger ale
Not a place
Not a town
and not your team that let you down
It's the kind of heart ache
hard to measure
hen you're sick of them saying "It's all for the better"
Some get through
Some get left behind
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5. |
Kind Of Hard
03:53
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Did you get it right?
Or did you get it wrong?
Did you savour every minute or did you just hang on?
Did raw temptation go on and lead you astray
Don't you know it's kind
Kind of hard these days
With your head in your hand empty space in the bed
A sobering moment and a walk with the dead
All your life lines are broken
Torn into shreds
All the pictures are gone but the words carry on
with an epilogue yet to be read
Did you get it right?
Or did you get it wrong?
Did you savour every minute or could you just hang on
Did raw temptations go on and leave you afraid
Don't you know it's kind
Kind of hard these days
Don't you know it's kind
Kind of hard these days
Don't you know it's kind,
kind of hard.
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Epigram
04:45
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Downhearted and afraid
That your float won't float
when you finally get to their parade
You could start up again again
You won't need to be partisan
in your closing epigram
So disappointed and burned
all the things you forgot were the things
you never ever learned
You could start up again again
You won't need to be partisan
In your closing epigram
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Rattle Those Chains
03:24
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Rattle Those chains baby rattle those chains
Let the music guide you home
Rattle the locks on the old window frames
Cause you've been out of luck too long
If you ever get to heaven
drop me a line
Hell is calling out to me
Rings me all the time
The Devil's got his Melways
and I've got mine
and our roads ain't paved with gold
Rattle those chains baby
Rattle those chains
let the music guide you home
Rattle the locks off the old window frames
Cause you've been out of luck too long
If you come across a sailor in a combi van
You know you've got the makings of a getaway plan
If all the highways and freeways don't lead you to ground
you can always come on back home
Rattle those chains baby rattle those chains
Let the music guide you home
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Pigeons
02:33
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All that self medication
has made you so sick
the lady in the lake is now a checkout chick
A diamond in the rough is just another brick
You know we're thrilled but we can't get on
Thrilled but we can't get on
Thrilled but we can't get on
And the morning took back what the evening gave
On the Monash freeway with all that adult rage
We're all just analogue pigeons
in a digital age
You know we're thrilled but we can't get on
Thrilled but we can't get on
Thrilled but we can't get on
I never needed any "likes"
I never wanted firewalls crashing in on you
If you fall into the night
I'll be there too
waiting for you
All the Christmas cheer
that felt so weird
all the holiday pictures have all disappeared
family and friends lost for another year
You know we're thrilled but we can't get on
You know we're thrilled but we can't get on
You know we're thrilled but we can't get on
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9. |
Is Melbourne Bitter
03:14
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Sit yourself over there by the door
Let the patrons mean nothing at all
Like the posters you hang on your wall
In this town there is only one stone
and it ain't that rude fuk at the Tote
the magazine columnists' notes
say more about what they can't work out
you get one shot only in this big dumb town
Now the coppers are scraping our tongues
let's hope they practice safe sex with their guns
All the Collins Street terrorists run
And the trains here never run on time
I lost a week on the Williamstown line
The suicide victim survived
But so many fall
Lost their way with it all
You get one shot only
in this big dumb town
and all the streets here are paved with gold
and the people here never get old
and the records you made really sold
You get one shot only in this big dumb town
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Dalicados Melbourne, Australia
Dalicados are an “electrifyingly soulful and storytelling” Australian Rock band from Melbourne, whose veteran punk rock &
New Wave members have combined over a century of original and ground breaking live music experience, to bring you something comfortable to slip into for passionate musical bliss.
Dalicados have arrived to make sense of the chaos, or dance, sing and play, trying to.
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