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Scanning at the blue bended headlands
White flurry scudded, a dark silhouette flashes by, in the wet It is glistening flesh In the deep marine, in the deep marine There is room for make believe out in the ocean There is room for make believe out on the land In the wet, in the dream, if its flashing then seen In the deep marine, in the deep marine Looking to the white framed headland Green pockets dropping, a bright cockatoo Circles up in the breeze, in the realm you can't reach In the deep marine, in the deep marine There is room for make believe out in the ocean There is room for make believe out on the land In the west, crashes by, its a green silhouette In the deep marine, in the deep marine No one can make her, no one can break her down Underwater, over land No one can make her, no one can break her Underwater, over land No one can make her, no one can break her She is what she is and no one can bring her down, bring her down Looking to the white framed headland Green pockets dropping a bright cockatoo Circles up in the breeze, in the realm you can't reach In the deep marine, in the deep marine There is room for make believe out in the ocean There is room for make believe out on the land In the wet, flashes by, its a green silhouette In the deep marine, in the deep marine No one can make her, no one can break her Underwater, overland No one can break her, no one can fake her She it what she is and no one can bring her down, bring her down Underwater, overland No one can squeeze her, no one can freeze her now No one can make her, no one can break her down No one can seize her, no one can freeze her She is what she is and you've got to see it |
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Wherever the wind blows
When it blows over the sea The moon's sitting high Waves will rise Water shapes Waves will take you, take you there Surf's up tonight Summers on hold It will go running away You've gotta move now Get inside Take that dive Get inside today Surf's up tonight Now I was lonely And you were too I met you down at the waterline Now there's something we can do Now there's something left to do Oh yeah Surf's up tonight Wherever you are When you're coming over land There's a place where you can throw it away There's a place you can forget You get wet, it's free You get high, you're alive Surf's up tonight Come on up tonight Surf's up tonight |
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COMMON GROUND
THESE ARE NOT DISPASSIONATE WORDS OF THE COOL / THE HEADLINE STILL RULES THE EDITOR'S A FOOL / SHALL WE DOUSE OUT THE FLAMES OR WILL EVERYBODY FUSE / AND LEAVE US STRANDING HERE TOMORROW / I HEARD A CALLING OUT. A CRY FROM THE HEART / FROM THE TOWNS OF CEMENT AND NO BEAUTY / A WHISPER IT TURNED HOWL. MAN HE DIDN'T KNOW / HE WAS STANDING WAITING FOR TOMORROW / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / I COULD NEVER FIGURE THE CALENDARS FLOW / NOR CAN I WORK OUT HOW THE WILD WIND BLOWS / BUT WE'RE READY FROM WITHIN AND WE'RE STARTING TO GO / AWAY FROM THE PLACE OF NO TOMORROW / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / OH THE WRECKING FIELDS ARE A TERRIBLE PLACE. WITH A SULPHUROUS SMELL AND A FRIGHTENING PACE AND THE HOOK GOES IN EARLY AND THE CRITIC IS KING AND IT'S HARD TO STAY HUMAN AND STAND IN THE RING / THERE'S NO TIME TO BE ABSENT, A CLOWN OR A FOOL / WHILE SHYLOCK IS SMILING WE'RE LOADED LIKE MULES / IF WE SURRENDER OURSELVES TO INDUSTRIAL RULES / WE'LL WAKE UP IN THE WRECKAGE OF TOMORROW/ NOW / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / NOTHING'S LEFT / SOMETHING'S FOUND CAN WE SEE SOME COMMON GROUND |
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In the cities and the towns
The word is coming down No more doubt, no more pain There's been a dragging of the chain Now there's a price we gotta pay No way out, no way round Where is the town that we lived in, brother? Where is the sound of the church bells, sister? Now is the time to heal You keep running from the wheel But there? nothing left to feel Empty heart down and out Now the writer? can? explain Why we?e playing up again No way out, no way down Where is the hope of a clean tomorrow? Hope only offers when justice is coming Now is the time to heal Where is the ground, the beloved country? Women and men who have fallen silent Where are the words that can speak forgiveness? Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time to heal |
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On the fringes of torso and lips
Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir Pummelled plains and beaten fields We?e never broken in spirit within But I feel like we?e coming around Yes, I feel like we?e coming around Tell me Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite Yes it? true, we are not alone TV silence it? a narrow entrance It? a sometimes leading into future time But I feel like we?e coming around Yes, I feel like we?e coming around I feel like we?e coming around Sins of omission, no love Sins of omission I heard it once before in shepherd? isolation Over the horizon in blue and white now, now Now overcome you can outrun it When the roarings cease and the right stuff weaves and fits into your life And I feel like we?e coming around Yes I feel like I? coming around, tell me Sins of omission, no love Sins |
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She was the golden summer wine
And now she? black and blue resigned He took advantage like the spider, helpless One too many times You had to go ahead and sing You had to steal that diamond ring Upon the headstone so inscribed, they cried One too many times We are so human, we?e so small We?e always coming back for more A second helping third and fourth, it? gone One too many times One too many times |
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Hope you?e a God, your turn to pray
Hope you've a God, it's your turn to pray Light on the hill so far away The light on the hill is so far away Boy, where are you now With skin so brown, get out of town Star of Hope, star of Glory Shine upon this half made man To himself, he begs, steals or borrows But you won't be seeing him again Hope you've a God it's your turn to pray Hope you've a God it's your turn to pray Light on the hill is so far away Sign on the hill says it's the judgment day Howl, where are you now Words fly around, get out of town Star of Hope, star of Glory Shine upon this half made man Blinded by, a new tomorrow You wont be seeing him again Howl, where are you now Where skin's so brown, get out of town Star of Hope, star of Glory Shining on this a frying pan To yourself if there's some tomorrow You wont be needing me again Star of Hope, star of Glory Shine upon me if you can To myself, beg, steal and borrow You wont be seeing me again |
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Sorry I am for the hurt I caused
Grieving I still do over careless words As I move freely to a place The debris I left behind comes back into my day Out of time disconnected Plagued by senses sweet desire, out of time Out of time deluded I plunged my hand into the mother load of love In the rain calling out his name, I call, yes I call In the rain falls on my shame it falls, yes it falls In the rain Life picked me up this morning and thrust me to the world Like a child I? hurtled forward Dreaming things anew, sights I see sound true All the places, open faces gracing everything I view In the rain falls on my shame I call,yes I call In the rain falling on my shame I call yes, I call In the rain calling out his name, I fall, yes I fall In the rain |
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Here comes the angel of death
You may not remember her yet Concrete all over her face Child bride of the human race Until you see life in the forest Until you hear you?e been abolished Forget everything that you think you?e been promised Bring on the change Sunscreen all over your face Chatswood wasn? built in a day Mysteries are in this game, I say Shine on, take me away Heads in the bank, hearts in the closet Soul? out to lunch, will soon be upon us We believe everything that we see, let? be honest And bring on the change Lift up your eyes, look to the heavens Could be a sign, or a seven-eleven Some day we?l see everything they?e been selling Bring on the change c?on, c?on Bring on the change, I say You gotta bring on the change |
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There is a place I was born
It is a place I?e never seen Don? even know where it is Don? even know my name Where is home, where is my home? I? searching far and wide It? a bastard song It is the feeling that everything? wrong We are alive, we that have wings We have devices can do anything, I say Where is home, where is my home? I hear my spirit cry If you?e out of transmission, way out on the road If you?e out of commission I can, give you the code Darkness is coming and it? in your command Time to be moving, time There is a town I was born Now there? a place I?e got to call home Where is home, where is my home? I? searching far and wide, oh yeah Where is home, where is my home? I hear my spirit cry It? in the clear blue sky |
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There is a place we're coming to
It is not green it is not blue I hope that you understand The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores Save me, please save me We got to prick that bubble in the shopping arcade Gonna make amends for the things we've said I do hope that you understand Dirty washing on the line, footsteps in the sand Whose gonna lead us on to some promised land Save me The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores Yeah tell me, please save me The land lives longer if we listen to the earth beat Lives go forward if we listen to the hearts speak Seasons won't falter, stars won't fade away I know Gonna find myself a place in the country Wake up and reach out and breathe real air Do you know how it feels clean tissue no scars Dirty washing on the line, footsteps in the sand Whose gonna lead us onto some kind of promised land Save me Devil was a dancing on the old foreshore Hitting up on bright lights and the cut price the liquor stores I say The land lives longer if we listen to our hearts speak Lives go forward if we listen to the earth beat Seasons won't falter, stars won't fade away Fade away They won't fade away |
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I am gone, can't waste more time
I said, not quite joking The fire has gone the big trees stand The underground is smoking Remember nothing you've been told Means anything to me And everything you hold is mine In the barest degree I walked up to the park The lion rock was weeping I walked on to the grave The lizard king was sleeping Remember nothing you've been told... The day's draw long, too long to count Cushioned by the wasting Restless age, the rusted temple A place of my own making No matter what else you've been told It's still all up to me And everything you own, is mine In the barest degree, in the barest degree |
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Skating down the street just beware;
people dropping dirt bombs everywhere. when you smell that asphalt grin and you feel it burn your skin Its gravelrash! burning on your ass Gravelrash. stay away from those cheap mopeds dangerous on the road protect your head enjoy the sun the beach and the smiles beware the sand on the corner arhh! Burning my ass its gravelrash yeah! woo hoo hooo! alright! Gravelrash. Goodnight. |
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