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we’re all talking about weather in America
And the state of tv
we’re washing in dirty water we never flaunt our assets or our business schemes
Take 15 grams of Quinine with a bottle of Sal Volatile
Smoke Chesterfield non-filters and then jump in the sea
when Dr Suess is painting in the sky
you might catch a glimpse if you raise your focus
somewhat higher
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You're No Flower
04:03
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she talks to him long distance
on the big red telephone
She’s hoping she will plead with her to come home
You’re no flower anymore
Is this deadly nightshade or lily of the valley
Don’t walk out so far
downtown Hindley St
I’ve always found it dangerous out there
You’re no flower anymore you’re no flower.
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Delegate
05:08
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Here come the bootmen and the rabbit clowns
Don’t look them in the eye
In this town called Delegate
They’ll do you every time
go and close the blinds and lock the doors
those outsiders have thieving paws
the flannel men and short boys
Come marching into town
you’ll fit right in with your miserable heart
your flag tattooed to your chest all tight
woe begone
the people who have lost the most
are the ones who hate the least
The poor souls who have pawned their legs
have got the cleanest feet
you’ll fit right in with your miserable heart
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On the shortest day of the year
The sun it goes early it comes at all
Treasure it all
The old men stay inside ,don’t leave their rooms they’ve got no entertainment
they’ve stuff all to do
on the shortest day of the year
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Stoned in Kabul
04:58
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Is that your god Smacking heads on trade routes
Smacking heads on Persian ground
dervishes come swirling in, round and round
there are Hollow men hiding mongst the rubble parks & caves
the Red Cross issue fits and tin foil
in a blue smoke haze
there’s no light, no sun, no trees, but then
this is how it feels just like you’re Stoned in Kabul
Enter inside your neighbours mind
And suffer him to know your self
When Kustom conflicts with trucks and guns and mules and holiness
Like you’re Stoned in Kabul
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Black Islands
04:22
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You got a night lamp,
a kero night lamp
It shines through heartache it makes you feel numb
North to the islands, The black islands
It’s Mandated Territory for god sake Australia just look at the map
Your nerves are shaky, you’re smoking chain style
You start drinking early and keep going all day
They’ll Doom you these black islands doom you
Doom you if they can
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Chatter
03:11
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Lets walk round in circles back to my house late at night
At night
Please don’t listen to a word they say
making no sense don’t want to start a fight
And the way they all talk the way they all chatter
It’s a case of we don’t mind and they don’t matter at all
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Old Lovers
04:13
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We’re not fruit to skin and toss away….
Your old lovers
Never leave the room
Count them two by two
Long after you’re gone
They’ll trouble you
If you keep holding on
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Port Resolution
04:43
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Treason
04:40
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Place sacred words side by side
Should you seek comfort, hide
You’ll find your way eventually
Come climb aboard sail with me
The brave ones fled on a pea green boat
Set fire to them, stone them, see if they’ll float
We could avoid this catastrophe,
If you come dream a little dream with me
Has it all come to treason
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The Flatlands
03:42
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If desperate we’d call up the Navy of Slovenia
The one boat flotilla could set us all free
In the town square Sunday evening
saw liberation screaming and matriarchs believing
and old boys talking politics in pairs
I feel like going away
To the Flatlands..I think they’ve got it made
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Delegate (Single edit)
04:09
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Here come the bootmen and the rabbit clowns
Don’t look them in the eye
In this town called Delegate
They’ll do you every time
go and close the blinds and lock the doors
those outsiders have thieving paws
the flannel men and short boys
Come marching into town
you’ll fit right in with your miserable heart
your flag tattooed to your chest all tight
woe begone
the people who have lost the most
are the ones who hate the least
The poor souls who have pawned their legs
have got the cleanest feet
you’ll fit right in with your miserable 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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