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Two Black Dogs
03:06
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Two black dogs
In the Meerschaumvale Swamp
Cattle moved in
They’re eating everything
After the flood
In the Meerschaumvale Swamp
I was downwind
When I came upon them
Fat black dogs
Livin’ it up
After the flood
In the Meerschaumvale Swamp
That was one of my favourite spots
Talk to my friends
Don’t understand
Think i’m mad
Maybe I am
Broken dreams, broken toe
Broken country, nowhere to go
Fat black dogs
Livin’ it up
Rubbish & mud, cattle & muck
After the flood
In the Meerschaumvale Swamp
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2. |
Cheralee
03:30
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Cheralee why don’t you call me? I’m sick of waiting by the phone
Cheralee I need you now girl I can’t do this all alone
Lordy knows Cheralee I really need to move on
Tell me true gal tell it straight what’s the hell’s been goin’ on
Cheralee don’t bull shit me this is a time to be frank
All I need Cheralee all is your cold hard love in my bank
Ain’t you been missin’ me like I’ve been missing you
I wanna feel ya I wanna hear ya
I want your love back
Your big bad love back
I want your love back
Cause it’s better than
Cheralee you bled my heart in two
I didn’t understand just what I was getting into
It’s been hard enough getting through everyday without ever hearing from you
I wanna light ya I gotta flight ya
I want your love back
Your big bad love back
I want your love back
You’re all smoke you’re no flames,
You’re all talk you’re no game,
You’re all flood and all rain
But you’re better than being alone
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3. |
The Island
02:48
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What we gonna do with you daddy
What we gonna do when you die
After we take you to the crematorium
What we gonna do with ya then
Well take me to the place I love
Take me to the place I been dreaming of
Throw my ashes to the fishes in the sea
Leave me in the place I love
But Daddy we don’t know where you been
Daddy we don’t know those places in your dreams
An island in the sun in the middle of the sea
Where we gonna take you now
Daddy-o Daddy-o Where you wanna go
So are you gonna take me now
Daddy will take you if we just know where
Shut up darlin and follow you nose
Oh but daddy I don’t know where to go no
Daddy I still don’t know
Read those words on wood
Babe, you gotta follow the words you choose
Head to Inner Sister in the middle a Blythes Bay
And leave me on Edens Reef
Leave me in the middle of the sea
Daddy-o Daddy-o Gonna take you there
Daddy gonna take you there
But we know you’re the one who’s taking us
And look here now where we ended up
On an Island in the middle sea
On an island in the middle of the sea
On an island on Palana beach
On an island in the middle of the sea
On an island in the middle of the sea
On an island in the middle Daddy o
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4. |
Immigrant's Lament
03:05
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Shearer men like toast and butter,
Wolseley comb and Lister cutter,
Rousebout like plenty joke,
Plenty rain and engine broke.
Alittle bit of sugar and a little bit of tea,
A little bit of flour you can hardly see,
And without any meat between you and me,
It’s a bugger of a life, by Jesus!
It’s a bugger of a life, it’s a bugger of a life, it’s a bugger of a life by Jesus!
We’ve flying ants with frilly pants,
And stinging stinking bogs,
clammy slugs and poison bugs
And bloated croaking frogs.
We’ve crocodiles for miles and miles
Of snake infested scrub
We’ve fish that bite throughout the night,
Outside each flaming pub.
Throughout the night, throughout the night, outside each flaming pub!
AHHH
It’s a bugger of a life, it’s a bugger of a life, it’s a bugger of a life by Jesus!
The mossies croon a songless tune
Around our tortured heads,
The sandflies bite throughout the night,
They’re hatching in our beds.
Throughout the night, throughout the night, they’re hatching in our beds.
It’s a bugger of a life, it’s a bugger of a life, it’s a bugger of a life by Jesus!
Big ants and flies with avid eyes,
Eat every mortal thing,
Our Christmas cheer is third-rate beer,
Oh death where is thy sting?
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5. |
Underwater Home
03:31
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Underwater Home
What is it like underwater my home
How do you breathe all alone
With my photographs swimming around in your gills
And that mud lapping at your window sills
This old house built in 1901
Do you identify as a flood victim?
Do you bones hold their breath as your cedar drips dry
Your pain purses its lips with secrets kept on high
Is it all over between you and me
Must our lives really unfurl
I love you dearly my old home
Will is evre ever earn to let you go
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6. |
Butterflies Born
03:45
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It’s on the stillest day when the air barely shifts the sand
that I year for you like a distant horizon
yearns for lightening to briefly light up her sky.
Those were the days you hadn’t reached me yet
But your footprints carried my scent
and your sweet lovely music already filled my ears.
Love is a lullaby song,
in an unknown tongue,
waiting to be sung
We’re an old tale long forgotten in the minds
Of our kids and their kids we’re old photographs
Already lost in a flood
I missed you many years before we met
And dare say i’ll miss you again
In the still quiet lonliness after your gone
Love is a brief afternoon
A borrowed cocoon
under a melancholy moon
I missed you before the dawn
Let’s hold on til we’re butterflies
I missed you before the dawn
Let’s hold on to the silence onto the dark before
Our butterflies born
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7. |
Sister's Cat
03:19
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8. |
The Ticker's Wife
03:47
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You’re always waiting for the little bite
Out there in the bush not thinkin of your wife
Wait a minute honey can’t you see
That little tick’s got the better of me
Chorus
Time is tickin tick tock tickin
Time is tickin tick tock tick
You got all the places you go back to every year
To crawl through the scrub in your Ticker Man’s gear
Wait a minute darlin ain’t it true
That that little ticks got a hold of you
Don’t trust anything
Don’t trust anyone
Don’t trust a thing
If its mouth hole is the same hole as its bum
That little black arachnid’s got all your attention
I wanna go to the movies but i won’t even mention it
Wait a minute baby, you’re gettin down
Cause your mental health’s connected to how many ticks you found
I’m the ticker man i’m the ticker man i’m the ticker man yes I am
I’m the ticker man i’m the ticker man i’m the ticker man i’m that man
I got ticking that’s just what i do
I go ticking it’s not about you
Hold up now honey just between you and me
Ain’t no amount of ticks gonna set you free
He's my ticker man yes he is.
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9. |
March Flies
03:40
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Head up don’t look back
Thoughts spin around like a dead pig on a rack
And the March Flies march all over me
Gotta keep my head on the horizon don’t stir this sleeping dog
Make haste while the sun is shining
I’ll walk the ledge until my mind’s on track
I’ll blister and i’ll thirst but I won’t turn back
Can’t you see my eyes squinting in the light
March flies march all over me and bite
Walk all over me you know you really want to
I’ll walk down the beach me march flies and me
Biting and buzzing, hiding and crying
Til i’m ready to return to you
I’ll take this foot and i’ll shove it in the sand
I’ll stand and i’ll stand but I won’t turn back
I’ll take this body and throw it out to sea
I’ll swim right out do you trust me
Not to drown myself to avoid the pain
Of not bring heard again
My mind's made up I’m a dog with a dirty bone
It’s time for me to march home
Come on March Flies, help me through the door I can’t go on alone
C’mon March Flies help me through the door I can’t go on alone
C’mon March Flies C’mon March Flies C’mon March Flies C’mon March Flies
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10. |
Kissing in the Sky
03:01
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11. |
You forgot the milk
00:58
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