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So Many Lies
04:17
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SO MANY LIES (Bridie)
It’s not enough just to succeed
You must rely on somebody failing
In competition you trick and you lie
What goes around may come back in spades
His master’s voice, labour in vain
There’s little time for accumulating
If nothing’s ventured then nothing is gained
It’s in the way you’ve been speculating
So many lies that we haven’t used yet
So many lies we haven’t used yet
We’re income driven, incentive led
Can’t blame a bloke for just getting ahead
Now can you blame a sportsman for just lining his bed
Turn his back on all consequences
And the way we go about this, it’s not any better
We’ve dumbed down for so long we cannot tell what is clever
So many lies that we haven’t used yet
So many lies we haven’t used yet
Is the darkness in the sky from the weather or war?
Nobody knows who’s setting the standards
Don’t have to tell us the story again
We’ve worked it all out just for ourselves
So many lies that we haven’t used yet
So many lies we haven’t used yet
We’ve got so many lies we haven’t used yet
So many lies we haven’t used
So many lies, so many lies
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Succumb
04:32
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SUCCUMB (Bridie)
We used to feel each other’s sadness
Used to heal each other’s pain
Used to ride each other’s ups and downs
First down then up again
We used to cry out loud in sympathy
Used to offer up protection
Always knowing what we had on offer wouldn’t cure the pain
Oh we fight and we breathe
We waste away, try hard to believe
But we’ll never succumb
These days we hardly notice
Seem to be preoccupied
Don’t hear much beyond the front fence
We got that entertainment system up too loud
When the fighting starts up next door
Hear the cry of fear come through the floor
We turn away, can’t hear a sound
Can’t do much to turn things around
Oh we fight and we breathe
We waste away, try hard to believe
But we’ll never succumb
‘Oh Vanity,’ the preacher said
‘Is evident in all young men.’
Flying the flag, pumped up on parade
A parody of the diggers they’d like to emulate
Make up slogans with different meaning
Religious paintings on the ceiling
Grow the front hedge 6 feet high
Convince your kids one day they’ll fly
Oh we fight and we breathe
We waste away, try hard to believe
But we’ll never succumb
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GOING OUT WITH THE ENEMY (Bridie)
Oh yeah don’t leave without me
Down by the tributary
That’s where you’ll find me
Watching all the clutter flow
I jump out into the whitewater
Don’t want to but think I oughta
Two miles past the black waterhole
And I sleep so comfortably
This was always meant to be
We don’t move for 48 hours
And there’s no patriots round here
There are none of those that we fear
I’m going that way
I’m going out with the enemy
Lost part of my dignity
Deep inside Guantanamo Bay
The dizzy spin is fast, do we
Learn from this disaster
If not, I'm in one hell of a bind
And I have been praying for years
And I have been waiting for years
I’ll vote for you, come pray for me
I’m with you on the economy
Come vote for me, I’ll pray for you
Going out with the enemy
Down by the tributary
That’s where you’ll find me
Watching all the clutter flow
And I have been waiting for years
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THE FOREIGN CORRESPONDENT (Bridie /Scallan)
They placed him in a cargo box
Six feet in the ground
With a bottle of whiskey, “White light White heat” by the Velvet Underground
His life rich with kino stories
Maps of lands impassable
He was five parts patience, one part bluster…. with the radio on
His life was spent deciphering, then scrambling the code
He wasn’t always reasonable, he had this story to be told
If the currency of life is stories of conviction collected on the run
Then he lived his short life much more than most, the bible or the gun
Foreign Correspondent’s gone, to a dead man’s party
The Foreign Correspondent’s gone, to a dead man’s party
The foreign correspondent’s fallen through the rotten floor
No doubt things around these parts won’t be the same any more
His life was spent, he’d made his film, a story no-one else had told
His eyes gazed, liver broke, drank and told his final joke at…. the dead man’s party
Foreign Correspondent’s gone, to a dead man’s party
He ducked the bullets at high speed on the rebel Gyzo run
The coconut fuelled tin boat ran the blockade and the PNGDF guns
This kind of passion’s out of style, won’t see his like for quite a while
He’s gone off to walk the crooked mile
Foreign Correspondent’s gone, to a dead man’s party
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5. |
Falling Down
05:24
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6. |
Raskol Dusty
05:47
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RASKOL DUSTY (Bridie)
They go this way, they go that way first
They leave you in their wake, they shout, they curse
They’re lightning quick
Kick up the dirt
Raskol Dusty
Yeah these be highwaymen, rough adventure boys
They got their hands on these old wartime toys
You can hear them by the trail of noise
Raskol Dusty
They blacken their face with sweat coal and grease
Got names like Nightfox, Rambo, Sleaze
You can’t see the boys for the mist in the trees
Raskol Dusty
And I….Raskol Dusty
Ghosts in the mountains, the ancestral caves
Police can’t find them in their hideaway
Taim before masta in Tumbuna days
Raskol Dusty
Vanilla cash crop, coffee and graft
Been taught by experts the ones who left last
Never a dull moment see through their façade
Raskol dusty
The leaders name is Baby Stephen
He says ‘Nightfox you’re on operation’
The SDAs think he’s a heathen
Raskol Dusty
They hoist the flag in the name of god
The polis are storming in
The govmen is cracking down
Their patience wearing thin
Olgeta man I save long yu
Shorty shorty I no meri
Olgeta man I save long yu
Shorty shorty I no meri
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THIS YEAR IS BETTER THAN LAST YEAR (Bridie)
This year’ll be better than last year
I’ve got a good feeling bout it all
These things they go round in circles
Can’t take this rubbish dump anymore
No more driving in circles, searching for the exit lanes
Because were so damn deserving
This year’ll be better than last year
The goon squad fell last November
And what a fall that turned out to be
Out in the streets we’re still dancing
Finally we got back our country
Twelve years felt like a lifetime
Never thought I’d see the day
We’ve booked the slow boat to Darwin
Because Darwin is so far away
Save it for a rainy day
A ship sank on the horizon
We just sat and watched it go down
No point in blaming the neighbours
You can’t blame them cos they aint home
Push polling on the telephone
Push polling on the telephone
This year’ll be better than last year
This year’ll be better than last year
You don’t have to tell me the story
I’ve worked this one out for myself
Hanging from the walls and the ceilings
Are old maps and your wedding dress
Thursday time for reflection
Words always being misconstrued
I’m opting out of this hairshirt
This year’ll be better than last year
This year’ll be better than last year
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SWIRL (WRAPPED AROUND YOUR HEART) (Bridie/Phillips)
One hundred wildflowers grow out in the desert
They're sharp and bright coloured, tough rugged and dry
And I thought that I'd never find these faraway places
A glow in the darkness, a place you can dream
The sun's like a razor, it lives without mercy
It sucks all the water right out of your bones
It's a land without luxury, it's cold hearted and ruthless on small talk
Just listen it's still, it's something quite still
Your head is swimming just swirl you just swirl
Like barbed wire wrapped around your heart
Your head is swimming just swirl you just swirl
Like barbed wire wrapped around your heart
Wrapped around your heart
The man with a yearning lives over the mountain
He's harbouring convicts inside of his heart
When the night with its darkness, he’s awake and he's listening
The camels moan, the wagons move on
Your head is swimming just swirl you just swirl
Like barbed wire wrapped around your heart
Your head is swimming just swirl you just swirl
Like barbed wire wrapped around your heart
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FIRST CHAPTER (HEARTS ARE HEAVY) (Bridie)
First chapter
This country’s first chapter, it’s a story of woe
And those who survived the ordeal never lie
The scars they run deep, and the family line broken
They’ll exact their revenge when the timing is right
Second chapter
One thousand anthills all face the same way
In one last direction as if forced to pray
They’re peasants; they’re icons, they do as they’re told
All turned by the pull from the iron ore hill
We sing our song
Even though our hearts are heavy
It won’t take us long this time
Whilst we rewrite our history
How strong this will be
How strong this will be
Chapter three
Can’t you feel the bruising of the first nation people
‘Mongst the sickness country where law fades away
Where effort is marked, by trial and tribulation
There’s so many stories, there’s so much to say
The big north wind blows, down cowering we lie
In the tinder box garden, all swollen and dry
The plague of weird insects, they swarm over the fire
Race towards the city, three hundred miles an hour
We sing our song
Even though our hearts are heavy
It won’t take us long this time
Whilst we rewrite our history
How strong this will be
How strong this will be in this big sky country
Chapter four
Put your ear to the ground, the land it is singing
The song that is old, it’s as old as the hills
There’s no other place that sings like this on earth
The silence is golden when you sleep on the ground
Came along sing our song
Even though our hearts are heavy
It won’t take us long this time
Whilst we rewrite our history
How strong this will be
How strong this will be in this big sky country
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10. |
Anti-Chase Music 2
15:15
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ANTI-CHASE MUSIC 2 (Bridie)
Slow down your hurry, underscore
Bring it back a little, take it down one… no, even more
Glide down…easy does it…slowly you go
There’s a side shift, bring it on, slow you go, slow you go
There’s a buzz and a hum from the lights in the hall
The tap drips drip drip metal and small
I care for the small talk, there’s meaning you know
In the inconsequential
The soft breath sound as you fall off to sleep
The unanswered telephone rings out to the street
The noise in my head won’t leave me alone
The kids on the street, they play to the crowd
Slow down your hurry, underscore
Bring it back a little, take it down one… no, even more
Glide down… slowly you go
There’s a side shift, bring it on, slow you go, slow you go
So sing me an anthem
Stand up straight and tall
With shouldering arms, rise with the horns
And wait until the fall
The prayers, the fight, the law, and we march head on
The wind hums through the melaleuca tree
Here it comes now
The October breeze
And the way that you breathe, the finish of your words
The rain comes down slowly, you hear it soft at first
I care for the small talk, there’s meaning you know
Play some anti-chase music, sing it right down low
It’ll change your day
It’ll change your day
It’ll change your day
The inconsequential
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13. |
Too Much Superstition
07:01
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14. |
Tourniquet
07:02
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TOURNIQUET (Bridie)
Only once in a lifetime, once in a while
Never in my generation
It just kept coming, for days it fell
Revenge with intent, this August rainfall
The crops we grew, feral cats let roam
European flowers they been overgrown
The weed and thistle, litany of pests
A burial ground near a nuclear bomb test
An abandoned tractor like an inland whale
With a swollen belly and a broken sail
What previously was lifeless cracked and dry
Is now in flood gushing, rushing on by, it’s a-rushing on by
We’ve held hold out for so long through these fallow years
We have ridden the flood from the farmers’ tears
Did we look to a god that we’d previously ignored?
Ten generations all tired and torn, tired and torn
The rain kept falling for sixteen days
On day seventeen it began to hail
And what’s more the pity, what we most need
Is to close the wound, stop the bleeding use a tourniquet
Did we pray too hard?
Did we wait too long?
Did we sing too loud?
Our hopeless rain song
Did we pray too hard?
Did we wait too long?
Did we sing too loud?
Our hopeless rain song
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15. |
Black Swans
05:26
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16. |
The Healing
04:55
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THE HEALING (Bridie)
The worst thing you can ever do
Is take somebody’s faith with you
A fondness remembered a kindness returned
Make a firm resolution not to get burnt
Keep it all with your friends
Keep counsel only with ourselves
It’s so hard to keep rolling you stop and you start
Uncertain faith, love, doubt and no heart
Uncertain faith, love, doubt, no heart, no heart, no heart
The sun is up the sky’s a deep blue
I know very little about just what you do
But what I do know
I’d like to know some more
Let us go then you and I
And watch the morning pass us by
I’ve been calling out your name, calling out your name, calling out your name
The best thing you can ever do is to restore somebody’s faith, that’s true
Everybody needs to believe in themselves
Uncertain faith, love, doubt, no heart, no heart, no heart
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David Bridie Melbourne, Australia
David Bridie is a multi award winning songwriter and composer.
Founding member of Not Drowning Waving and My Friend the Chocolate Cake.
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