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Out For Blood
04:07
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You should know where you stand, kid
Nothin counts as much as kin
We roll across these hills
like cotton balls and leaves
Wind blown too far from home
Thunder and hooves
And dust set loose
They're out for blood,
unflinching.
Nights are colder these days, kid
Snow comes earlier each year,
To slow us down
And drive us in
To townwith all its stink and din
Thunder and hooves
And dust set loose
They're out for blood,
unflinching.
All the rest are strangers
And the damned
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Seen you walk down my street
It's like you don't lift your feet
Can you teach me how to fly
I like ya but I dunno why
How do you look so new
When everyone else is blue
Did they colour you in the sky?
I like it but I dunno why
Every little thing I want
I like it but i dunno why
Everything you say
Sounds so far away
Sounds like you are high
I like it but I dunno why
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Agency Birds
04:14
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Are we juggling chainsaws
Pushing at little cracks
til they fold or collapse
Can you fall into a shadow
Shrink like a city breeze
Through the trees
Agency birds
Are refuelling
Taking us away
Reconfigured in the morning
Coffee and cigarettes
Bag of blank cheques
Are you giving us a warning
Are you the bleeding edge
Or a sharp wedge
Agency birds
Are refuelling
Taking us away
In the moon,
in the distance
Fire fight, Fire fight
Run. Run
The birds are leaving soon.
Fix the game
Rig the jury
Steal a piece
send the navy
Run. Run
The birds are leaving soon.
In the moon,
in the distance
Fire fight, Fire fight
In the rain our
souls like wells steal
neon from the light.
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Summer's Lease
02:27
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Chilly city, not yet home
Blue light of a new iphone
Will you make the flight to Rome?
Who do you see in
Your reflection
Grateful for a television
Sand and surf, swimmers, thongs
Straw hat, Revlon painted on
Dry Martini, just the one
Every summer day
Raise a palisade
Rage against this middle age
As Winter's sun
sings a gentler song
summers lease has almost run
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5. |
The Drifters
03:46
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You won't let me in
The air gets thin
Are we drifting?
We risk everything
By land and sea
We are persisting
Who will shake my hand
Or touch my skin
I'm left swimming
You won't let me in
The fence looks thin
I am resisting
I know where I've been
Blowin in the wind
A leaf on the water
Lean into the wind
There ain't nothing in the wind
Just the drifters
Staring out to sea
For some reprieve
are we ditching?
Process takes a while
Prison on an isle
Are you listening?
I know where I've been
Blowin in the wind
A leaf on the water
Lean into the wind
There ain't nothing in the wind
Are we drifting?
You won't let me in
Or touch my skin
Are we drifters?
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The Sandhills Darwin, Australia
Indie guitars and voices
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