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When I was young I was different,
My thoughts were all that was mine,
No matter how hard I ran,
They always picked their time,
But now I’m older,
I’ve found some reason and rhyme,
Bring me your freaks,
This is their time,
Bring on the freaks,
This is their time,
This is their time.
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2. |
Counting Cars
03:18
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Deja vu, it’s all you left me,
‘Cause every day’s the same since you’ve been gone,
And I knew, when you were leaving,
I knew you were never coming home,
And it’s not my world anymore,
I’m done keeping score,
I’m just counting cars,
Sitting in your chair,
Wishing they we you, coming home,
Picking at the scars, until they bleed,
Hoping that the light, would bring you back to me,
I drink at two, when I’m done cleaning,
‘Cause every day’s the same since you’ve been gone,
And it’s true, since you were leaving,
I always think I hear you coming home,
And it’s not my world anymore,
Wide eyed but wasted on the floor,
And I’m done counting cars,
Sitting in your chair,
Wishing they were you, coming home,
Picking at the scars, until they bleed,
Hoping that the life, would bring you back to me,
I’m just counting cars,
Sitting in your chair,
Wishing they were you, coming home,
Picking at the scars, until they bleed,
Wishing that the life, would bring you back to me.
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3. |
Where the Water Flows
03:43
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Be careful where the water flows,
You might just poison those who live down stream,
With their grey import cars and their urban dreams,
Creeping toward the bottom of my hill,
The sheeps back is gone,
Now we build boxes on the crops to house them in,
All the Facebook clones with their evening gin,
Creeping toward the bottom of my hill,
I came out here at 25,
To escape my urban dive,
And it was working for a while,
Now I’m waiting,
I’m leaning,
Away from this place I am leaving,
When the orange street lights,
Touch upon the bottom of my hill.
They say God is in the music,
And it flows on to the people down the stream,
With their hipster beards and ales and their broken dreams,
Creeping toward the bottom of my hill,
She sells pyramid cosmetics,
And her husband rides upon the building boom,
Exploiting Bali once a year to flee the winter gloom,
And they’re creeping toward the bottom of my hill,
I came out here at 25,
To escape my urban dive,
And it was working for a while,
Now I’m waiting,
I’m leaning,
Away from this place I am leaving,
When the orange street lights,
Touch upon the bottom of my hill.
Now I’m waiting,
I’m leaning,
Away from this place I am leaving,
When the orange street lights,
Touch upon the bottom of my hill.
Yeah they're creeping t'ward the bottom of my hill,
Creeping t'ward the bottom of my hill.
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Lover's Tomb
03:34
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You can live if you want to,
And I won’t pretend to care,
You can breathe if you want to,
But don’t take all the air,
That’s left here in this room,
Our lonely lovers’ tomb.
You can cry if you want to,
But no-one ever cares,
You can sing if you want to,
And empty all these chairs,
Left here in this room,
Our lonely lovers’ tomb.
We found love in a place where we never thought love’d be living
We found gold in a place where no-one thought to mine,
We found joy in our hearts and the love that we were giving,
But we saw clouds in the sky when the weatherman said it was fine.
I wish you’d stay ‘cause I want you,
And we could clear the air,
You could be who you want to,
And no-one else would care,
As the flowers start to bloom,
To a hopeful lovers’ tune.
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The Mother's Son
02:40
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For the mother's son and souls left hiding on the upbeat...
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Silver Wheels
04:48
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Started out life driving kids to school,
Second set of wheels for a middle class fool,
I’d wait as she drank her last champagne,
And get her home again,
I lived the city lights but I never got cool,
A little short on space but light on fuel,
In your faded memories I’m out of frame,
And you’re young again
Silver wheels keep on turning,
And rolling out of style
Had a fling with a teacher from a private school,
I got a dent in my fender and I lost my tools,
She was earning beer but she drank champagne,
To feel young again,
Her face was painted and her hair was groomed,
I held her box full of tissues and her cheap perfume,
But when she saw her future I was out of frame,
And she was young again.
Silver wheels keep on turning,
And rolling out of style
I did my time in college in the parking lot,
And it blistered my skin when the sun was hot,
A console full of hash and a brand new name,
I felt young again.
I carried guitars down the Ocean Road,
Blowing out smoke underneath my load,
In your faded memories I’m still in frame,
And we’re young again.
Silver wheels keep on turning,
And rolling out of style,
Golden memories believing it was love,
If only for a while.
I was taken by force from a city lane,
A skin full of gear they couldn’t wait for the train,
Sun roof open in the pouring rain,
Is gonna leave a stain,
I was treated like dirt and they stole my plates,
Dumped by the road in a housing estate,
Where no-one saw me or knew my name,
To get me home again.
Silver wheels keep on turning,
And rolling out of style,
Golden memories believing it was love,
If only for a while.
Started out life driving kids to school,
Second set of wheels for a middle class fool,
As they crushed my body and they milked my veins,
I was born again.
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Colleen
03:17
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My face made the news once for murder,
It made the news twice for love,
I might be old but I’m dapper,
In places that matter,
And places that count,
South of the border where I run.
Coleen,
Is there a burden where the breeze had been?
Come up and see me if you get clean,
Call me Coleen,
Fall in,
Into the mirror where you know you’ve been,
Deep in the river washing history clean,
Call me Coleen.
I never once deserved her,
She took me back twice for love,
I might be stooped now I’m older,
But I do things that matter,
Not things that don’t count,
South of the border we could run.
Coleen,
There must be a river where your tears fall,
Come up and see me when you’ve dried them all,
Call me Coleen,
Fall in,
Into the river where we you know you’ve been,
Rinsing your knuckles washing history clean,
Call me Coleen.
South of the border we could I run.
Coleen,
Eyes of an eagle I see you me,
The script’s all written and it’s meant to be,
Help me Coleen,
Fall in,
Into the mirror of your tears that gleam,
Blood in the water running through the dene,
It killed me,
Coleen.
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8. |
Middle Ground
04:10
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High atop a mountain or by the sea,
There’s nothing holding me down,
When you come to me,
I look for you in the evening,
When the light is grey,
Just hoping, you will always be around,
To lift me up on the wings of angels
And take me to your safer middle ground.
Will the nights get cold and lonely down by the sea,
With no-one else around
but you and me,
And we’ll tell ourselves it’s meant to be,
But the fortune teller says
that there’s hope that she can see,
And it lays me out like a choir of angels,
And takes me to your safer middle ground.
Maybe I’ll write or paint again,
I might even help someone
Or invent something,
And I’ll tell myself it’s meant to be,
But the signs there all say that there’s no hope for you and me,
And it lays me out like a choir of angels
And takes me to your safer middle ground,
And your voice it rings like a choir of angels,
And takes me to your safer middle ground.
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9. |
Who Ready, Who's Not?
02:17
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My Lady
01:48
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My lady’s gone
Won’t be returning
I saw her leave with another man
And she was holding him so close as they were leaving
My lady’s gone
My lady’s gone
Have you ever been lost
Have you ever been found
She ran away
And he was tall and he was handsome
You should have seen him look at her
Oh tell my lady love,
Though my days with her were numbered
That my heart will be with her while I am sleeping
My lady now I’m done.
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11. |
Be Born
04:30
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I’m a little strung out, I’m a little confused,
I’m a little bit lucid, I’m a little bit bruised,
I’m getting kinda sea sick, turning kinda blue,
Is it just a cheap trick, or is it ‘cause of you.
Well I’m looking for reflections, in the mirrors below,
It came on kinda quickly, now I’m riding it slow,
And it’s making me lonely, Better take some more,
You say you don’t know me,
As you’re walking out up the door.
Fill your cup, find yourself and be born,
Take your pills and rest those muscles that are torn.
I’m kicking down the backdoor, running down the street,
Standing on the rooftop, and it’s burning my feet,
I’m getting kinda homesick, loosing the glue,
Is it just a cheap trick, or is it ‘cause of you.
Fill your cup, find yourself and be born,
Take your pills and rest those muscles that are torn.
And I’ll meet you on the other side.
Now everything is glowing, pain’s gone away,
You said that you were leaving, and now you’re gonna stay,
I’m feeling kinda stung out, I broke a lace in my shoe,
Is it just a beat up, or is it ‘cause of you.
Fill your cup, find yourself and be born,
Take your pills and rest those muscles that are torn.
And I’ll meet you on the other side.
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12. |
While You Still Breathe
03:36
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Excuse me young man,
At least younger than I am,
Have you seen the news today,
People fleeing people,
People fleeing God I still don’t understand.
Do you know France, country France?
I lived there after the war,
I heard their dance,
And sheltered on their shore,
And before I take my leave,
I’ll live the life I can while I still breathe.
They walked us to the camp,
And they took my father’s hands,
For his were greater than their own,
Tried to keep us down,
But we learned to look into their souls and understand.
Do you know France, Southern France?
My love there after the war,
Taught me to dance,
Played guitar and studied law,
And before he took his leave,
He lived the life he could while he still breathed,
So live the life you can while you still breathe.
Remember me young man,
You won’t see me here again,
But you’ll hear it every day,
People still need people,
Some people still need God and I understand.
Ahh do you know France, country France?
I lived there after the war,
I learned their dance,
And sheltered on their shore,
So before you take your leave,
Live the life you can while you still breathe,
Ahh live the life you can while you still breathe.
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Traffic lights turn green or red,
Champagne cheap or fine,
Any edge I once had,
Well it only went blunt with time,
Now it’s been a long time coming,
But still there’s no reason and rhyme,
Bring me your freaks,
This is their time,
Bring on the freaks,
This is their time,
This is their time.
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Scott Hayward Humevale, Australia
After 30 years as a sideman the time has to release some of my songs into the big wide world.
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