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Slaughterhose Road
03:49
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When I was a kid
Not very old
We lived on a hill
Down Slaughterhouse road
Wild tobacco grew
in the snake garden
where we walked for days
but never reached the end
To the big blue lake
so deep so cold
it lay at the very end
of Slaughterhouse road
lived in our own world
kept the door closed
can't ever go back down
Slaughterhouse road
up on the hill
up further you go
to reach the Slaughterhouse
Standing lonely and still
Nothing much came
or went from it
'cept a useless band of
barefoot misfits
The Deadwood sticks
made the world look old
when we were young
down Slaughterhouse road
the nights got longer
the howling wind froze
but the fires never warmed up
Slaughterhouse road
52 cars
lined up in rows
tumbling down the hill
on slaughterhouse road
we broke into
the bakehouse store
to get the replica pistol
to be outlaws
later that night
a red fever took hold
still remember the face
come in out of the cold
The Magic man’s calling
his doves to come home
When the last sun was setting
on slaughterhouse road
The ghosts are still calling
carry us home
but I've never been back
down Slaughterhouse Road
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2. |
The Cat On Her Shoulder
02:59
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3. |
Narcissist
02:53
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I don't know much
but what I see is
a dying world from too much greed
are we part of it which eats itself
or just some fools up on the shelf
far away and back again
it all looks the same
like holy land
Like Narcissist we have become
can't see the moon
can't see the sun
the lake is looking into our eyes
to groom itself before it dies
I don't know much but what I see
Is a fear of god
that’s killing thee
lift us up
tear us down
laying face up on the ground
dust and cracked earth
wind and smoke
the empires mechanisms broke
Like Narcissist we've become
can't see the moon
or fee the sun
the lake's looking into our eyes
to groom itself before it dies
I don't see much
but what I do
makes me wonder if the words are true
from all the books on faith and stuff
If we can't get along
just a few of us
Far away and back again
It all looks the same
It's sacred land
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4. |
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The world is spinning faster
and It's catching up to you
Now your clothes don't fit you
you just lost another tooth
So I take a million pictures
to remember you that way
but you just say old man
that's not how life stays
cause the world is spinning faster
its catching up to you
Put the dog out early
Clever girl, clever boy
She follows you back in though
and chews your favorite toy
so we stitch it back together
and go about our day
and I just try and remember
this is not how life stays
cause the world is spinning faster
its catching up to you
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5. |
Butchers Creek
03:30
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Butchers Creek I've seen you flow
red dirt green grass undertow
crossed your waters and I've seen you weep
washed your forehead cleaned your cheek
old car snaking up the gravel track
the old worlds taking the new world back
Log cabin on the cutting line between
takes it back faster than we want it to believe
White shirt doctor up on the grass
cane knife swinging till the day turned dark
kerosene lamp burning all night long
old man humming his old world song
was it enough to swap and trade
the rifle butt the edge of a blade
I wonder do they remember why
they lured you there and made you die
Butchers creek I heard you cry
One time when I was nearly 5
the little bridge we crossed was always red
cause the ground around it always bled
Mingara would call to us
but I never knew about the people crushed
Butchers Creek I've seen you weep
for all the crimes you could not keep
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6. |
Road To Nimbin
02:30
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On the road to Nimbin
flowers in her hair
Man in a truck stop praying
crosses and flowers everywhere
crosses and flowers everywhere
Told me once you need me
Told me once you care
Told me once you’re leaving
looking for a different life there
the worlds really spinning up there
Time got a new meaning up there
All through the night
she was driving
All though her life
she was trying
To find herself up there
On the road to Nimbin
Living without a care
Man in work shirt praying
looking for some meaning down there
His rug on the ground everyday
Not taking no names in vain
Hoping that the world might change
On the road we're living
changing everyday
in the moment giving
keeping nothing for another day
she was driving all through the evening
On the road to Nimbin
It's all ready light
In nimbin
Put it back together in Nimbin
Told me once she needs me
Told me once she cared
On the road to Nimbin
Looking for another life there
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7. |
The Sailors Below
03:02
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to the sailors below
takes the shape
of their most sacred thing
see it burning bright
Hear the melody
we're too rum soaked
and tired to sing
I walked a straight line
looking for some friends
made it to the sea where
where all roads must end
The sailors there said
come back when you're whole
They tried to stitch me up
but I wouldn't let them
Now I'm holding every card
I was never dealt
I'm a real magician
with a fake gun in his belt
all the tricks of the trade
every chapter every verse
won't help me
when I'm sinking
down to meet them
There’s a rock you know
to the sailors below
takes the shape
of their most sacred thing
see it burning bright
Hear the melody
we're too rum soaked
and tired to sing
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8. |
Lights Around The Bend
02:42
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He always walked
through the night
on the road,
Always watched the light
Knew the sound
of everything
walked in time with
the owl that sings
with the bird that sings
well he knows
there’s lights coming round the bend
and I know
there’s lights coming round the bend
aiming for my brother I've never seen him again
ten to two
his birthday night
walking home
something wasn’t right
something wasn’t right
he could have gone
right to the door would he be saved
lay down on the road
his body finally gave
to the moonshine that he made
maybe? but no one knows
well he knows
there’s lights coming round the bend
and I know
there’s lights coming round the bend
aiming for my brother I've never seen him again
One is two
so tell him twice
on the road
don't walk into the light
when your walking in the night...
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9. |
After The Lights Go Out
02:53
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This song
came from a kiss
everything
that’s been here before
I rode into
the sunset
but end up kneeling at your front door
This towns
getting busy
Always seems to know
where we stand
One hands chained
around you
waltzing to the
local marching band
So don't
Don't forget me
Like empty
Vessels do
when they are
washed up
by the way side
ahhh they still mean something too
when you're from a small
when you're from a small town,
it keeps a piece of you
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10. |
Black Dog
03:49
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Black dog Black dog
you sleep outside my door
I try not to feed you,
or show you love at all
see you down the street,
slicked back hair black coat on
Oh black dog black dog
I'm not listnin' to your songs
I tried to leave you,
so far out to sea,
I tried leaving you
where there's no turning back
but when you're out on the ocean
when you're nothing but a speck
oh back dog black dog
you haven’t caught me yet
black dog black dog
why do we pretend
you say there are no others,
that I'm your only friend
I hope this is the last time,
that we ever meet
you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing
A liar and a cheat
so black black dog
don't come round here again
leave you're whinin'
leave you're scratchin'
save it till the end
cause I found a different colour,
now the world can see me move
Now black dog, black dog
you're not chasing me,
I'm hunting you...
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Miguel Rios Melbourne, Australia
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