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Angelina Revisited
04:32
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She was a shooting star form across the ditch
She was a five star freewheeling bitch
Angie I don’t mean to be mean
But there’s no penance in our type of dreams
Nowadays metrosexuals fall down at her feet
But there’s no time to consider the inevitable defeat
‘Angie where is your lover now?’ a bold one asks
She throws a shoe and they all duck for cover
Angie, oh Angelina
I just can’t get over this fever
Angie, oh Angelina
I remember you were quite a dreamer
She begins an animal cruelty rant
‘Farewell Angelina,’ the crowds start to chant
She pulls out a white rabbit and then does a bow
I felt empty but I don’t feel so empty now
Angie, oh Angelina
Who told you to set foot in this arena?
Angie, oh Angelina
I see you’re quite a dreamer
The sun rises and the sun sets
Some people forgive but time never forgets
It has been a while since she has been down this way
But the hills still echo her name at sunset everyday
Angie, oh Angelina
I just can’t get over this fever
Angie, oh Angelina
Just another like-minded dreamer
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2. |
One Last Glimpse
03:28
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Loving her is like a party in my sleep
I close my eyes and hope I catch a peek
It’s the late night troubadour dreams,
the middle of the day walking on by
Right on by
I turn around to see the city lights
One last time, but she holds me back
The glow from behind it lights our way
She writes poetry and she reads my mind
I’m gunna turn I want to see
The burning buildings they light our way
Light our way
I locate the laughter and the sigh
From all the affairs of another life
I’ve got a notebook, it contains my thoughts
A revealing take on our romance
Our romance
I turn around to see the city lights
Fire in the shape of a fortress
I close my eyes but the image stays
There was meant to be some recognition
Maybe a fleeting glimpse of love
Not a fire and brimstone reflection
Reflection
Loving her is like a party in my sleep
I close my eyes and hope I catch a peek
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3. |
Wait: A Love Song
03:32
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Our ghost isn’t holy anymore
Now that it knows our souls
The hidden thoughts that no one dares know
The backstreets where no one dares go
Wait my love take care where you tread
Wait my love ‘til we meet again.
Many fortunes have been lost
Just to clear our names
Beauty has been revealed
And our dreams are one and the same
Wait my love take care where you tread
Wait my love ‘til we meet again.
In a land far far away
Ashes fall and cover our tracks
And smiling faces in a picture frame
Hang forgotten on a red brick wall
Wait my love take care where you tread
Wait my love ‘til we meet again.
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4. |
No Reaction
02:25
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I once felt so much
Now there’s no reaction
When I walk the streets at night
There’s no satisfaction
Everybody telling me to please me
“Do what you gotta do”
Everybody telling me to please me
“Do what you gotta do”
Late night at the matinee
Popcorn and soda still taste the same
I spent good money on this
so give me a kiss as the credits roll
Everybody telling me to please me
“Do what you gotta do”
Everybody telling me to please me
“Do what you gotta do”
I don’t feel no reaction
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5. |
The Beautiful and Damned
05:36
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Meet me on the corner of 5th Street and Sunset Boulevard
We can stay at the Plaza hotel or even on Cannary Row
It could be, maybe not, maybe so, perhaps
I’m just a vagabond trying to find somewhere to belong
with Miranda maybe? I’ve always wanted to mention her in song
I hear she likes mohair suits or was that mohair boots?
Crossing over with the dead and the damned
Across the sea it’s so familiar but a different land
Like sands through the hour-glass,
Like a game of chess
I was put here, not there, and I’m gunna do my best.
Will you meet me in a jewellery shop? Tiffany’s perhaps?
I’ve got Audrey on my wall, I hear that she was quite tall
She is old school like Mozart and cowboys
When we are into electrical smorgasbords, the lines of new toys
This is new; this is hip, like fake gang wars
Watch what you say ‘cause I have a stiff upper lip and walk on all fours
I’m begging for you baby – your style and your fake tan
I’m gunna kiss you girl before we become one with the sand
Like the sands through the hour-glass
Like a game of chess
I was put here, not there, and I’m gunna do my best.
I’ve been through all of Hemingway’s books
You could tell people I’m well read but it’s already well known
Passion fades but style is eternal, I saw it in your look
I wanted your hand, that style to call my own
I told you to leave now or leave later – just leave when you want to
I knew you were long gone when I was just waiting
At an outdoor table in my favourite downtown café
I was smoking, drinking, contemplating
Wasting sands through the hour-glass
Playing a game of chess
I was put here, not there, and I’m gunna do my best.
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6. |
Let Me Know
03:39
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I’m sitting on the driveway just waiting for you to get home
Not even sure what time it is I just don’t want to be alone
I want you to dance with me under moonlight
I want you to let me know that you are mine
Your promises your lies and your alibis
Your whiskey breath and your crooked smile
Your spray on tan and your pale blue eyes
I pass the parcel and hope for the prize
Let me know why it began
Puzzles and poems and the words that you sang
Let me know why it will end
I don’t get all this talk of just being friends
I never make the most of my chances
You never make me make the most of my chances
If you can hit it with a car then you can shoot it with a gun
If you decide to walk away then you may as well run
Let me know why it began
Puzzles and poems and the words that you sang
Let me know why it will end
I don’t get all this talk of just being friends
Will you ever give me more than a sign?
Will you ever let me know that you are mine?
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7. |
Rain God Mesa
03:32
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Tumbleweed and red dust storms interrupt our dreams
As we pray for rain that never comes
Clutching cotton threads that keep us from falling
This land consumes us whole
And there is always a fear of falling
Yeah, there is always a fear of falling
Out next to the rain god mesa
Distance is lost
And time it starts to stop
The silence is lasting
Paper money is lost in a plastic town
That appears on the horizon like a rising sun
There are no clocks and the lights are always on
The noise it never stops
But the plastic colosseums will fall
long before the originals
Out next to the rain god mesa
Distance is lost
And time it starts to stop
The silence is lasting
Canyons criss-cross the landscape
And in the long run rivers win the war against rock.
Bow and arrows win the war against gunpowder
Cause powder don’t come cheap
And this is a land you can’t defeat
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8. |
Lolita
04:25
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She has her own way of talking
She speaks with what I’d call a Southern accent
It takes me back to where I’m from
She teaches math in a red dress
She asks the questions ‘cause she knows best
The kids in the class call her Miss Jane
But she will always be Lolita to me
She serves me my beer every second night
Moving behind the bar like a robin in flight
She smiles at me different to the others I swear
I like to think she is too good for this town
But she has done some wrong, the word gets around
I reckon Townes knew her as Loretta
But she will always be Lolita to me
La La Lola, it’s got some connotations
But I’m not about to go and change a name
It’s a memory, the past lapping at my heals
Once I asked for a ride and she told me to get my own set of wheels
And nowadays when I ask her the time it’s always nine
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
But she will always be Lolita to me
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9. |
Airport Lounge
04:42
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I’ll miss you and then I’ll kiss you when you get back
I got back, by the way, back to where I once belonged
I reckon you will like that ‘cause you liked it then
It’s a Beatles thing and you always liked them better than the Stones
You’re all over me in the airport lounge
And I’m just surprised you look the same
It has been a while maybe that’s why I feel this way
You’re all over me and I’m over you...
In the airport lounge
Behind the hills the sun went down like it always does
And it was my time to confirm what I believed
But you cut me off when the Southern wind blew
And I was left alone, wandering after you
You’re all over me in the airport lounge
And I’m just surprised you look the same
It has been a while maybe that’s why I feel this way
You’re all over me and I’m over you…
In the airport lounge
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10. |
Chasing Cora
03:21
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She was a waiter and he sold wine
Sun setting the both of them looking for a good time
Louisville, Kentucky – Molly Malone dance floor
Sun going down, can’t ask for more
Going down where the snow don’t fall
Going south gonna miss you all
She left home at twelve looking for a life
Wound up in Minnesota with nothing but an army knife
Hitched a ride south on a desolate interstate
Watched the sun going down over the prairie night after night
Going down where the snow don’t fall
Going south gonna miss you all
He had an accent, yeah the ladies loved his drawl
Sung up a storm in the karaoke halls
Fell in love with Cora on the first night
Chased her south in the fading light
Going down where the snow don’t fall
Going south gonna miss you all
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Drury Lane TAS, Australia
Drury Lane reside in a little town on a little island in the Southern Hemisphere. On cold winter mornings when the rain doesn't stop, Drury Lane play their songs. And whether it is time to brew another coffee or crack another beer, the music plays and the the tape turns. Drury Lane still haven't found a more pleasant way to pass the time. ... more
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