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Cabin Fever
04:54
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I’ve been locked up in this cabin for a year or so
High on this mountain, just waiting for the sun to shine
I’ve got provisions for the winter. A bag of nuts and berries.
Some books and a case of whine.
I’ve been standing by my attitude
I’ve been thinking of a stand
I’ve been talking to my solitude
I’ve been working...well I've been working on a plan.....
The rain it just continues. The cold won’t go away
If I could only get away from here for just one sunny day.
Locked inside this cabin with a mission to accomplish
Escape is only wishing, this is where I stay.
I wait for the rescue vehicle to come climbing up the hill
Up along the creek, along the track beside the mill
Pushing away the snow from in front of it
As it rounds the bend
As magnolias bloom, my clouds move on. This job is at an end.
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Wake Me Up
04:30
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I'll stand aside, it's one of my best things.
Take what you want I can't recall what's what.
There's a ghost in this house. Can you hear what it's saying.
In case you thought it was me, well it's not.
So wake me up when it's all over.
I really want my time to sleep.
So wake me up when it's all decided and
Tell me what I lose and what I can keep.
I know I can trust you to do what's best
So pack up what you want. I'll get someone to throw out the rest.
There's a ghost in this house distant in the gloom,
We've both heard all the songs sung sad in this room
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In there they sit at the mahogany table
Talking to their mates in the leather chairs.
Talking about the bulls, talk about the bears ,
Talking about everything, but mainly talking about their shares.
The friends took what they needed and a whole lot more saying
"Don't know when we'll need it but you never can be sure
It's better to be safe than to be sorry" was their cry and
No one really noticed or stopped to question why.
Out here where the dust never settles.
Out here where the wind always blows
Out here it'll really test your mettle.
"..never seen it coming." You only stand and watch it go.
Out here we thought that that it would last forever
And the man from the bank, he was one of our friends.
Until he turned up late one day saying I'm only doing my job
Sorry folks but this is where it ends.
Out here where the dust never settles.
Out here where the wind always blows
Out here it'll really test your mettle.
"..never seen it coming." You only stand and watch it go.
This land it always looked like god's own country.
There always seemed to be so much to share
Look to the horizon, there was always more to see.
There was plenty out there, more than enough for you and me.
Out here where the dust never settles.
Out here where the wind always blows
Out here it'll really test your mettle.
You never saw it coming.
Out here where the dust never settles.
Out here where the wind always blows
Out here it'll really test your mettle.
"..never seen it coming." You only stand watching it go.
Watching it go....
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The Longest Day
04:36
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You know you're a hard act to follow.
You've left a gap that I don't know how to fill.
Past months have been hard to swallow.
I missed you then, I miss you still.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
...like that snake who shed it's skin and moved along.
Well the door is always open if you're ever back in town.
No questions asked - right or wrong.
I know this winter's been a hard one for both of us.
The decision's made - there's nothing more to say.
Been through so many long nights, I've just lost count,
Now we're looking for the longest day.
So now you've got your new town and your new friends.
You've got no history to get in your way.
And I hear that the weather has been a little kinder
And if that's what you want - what can I say.
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In The Mail
04:04
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Letter came today looking just like me,
Tired and worn without a place to be.
Just one address as far as I could see.
No regrets just a memory.
She said I thought it time I dropped you a line
Are you doing well? I hope you're feeling fine.
You know I got that job I was always talking about
But it works me late so I don't get out.
I tried to call but my voice would break
And seeing you is a risk I couldn't take.
You know the past don't go by bus or rail
But it's overdue when it's in the mail.
So I searched my heart for that telltale sign.
When there's no new love it's not that hard to find.
Came as some surprise when I found no trace
Of her tender touch or her smiling face.
Tried to call but my voice would break,
Drove past her door until really late.
Deep down inside I knew I'd failed,
So I wrote it down - put it in the mail.
Letter came today and it laid the blame.
I guess you never lose some pain
Took just one word to make me understand
This last goodbye is for another man.
I tried to call but my voice would break
And seeing you is a risk I couldn't take.
You know the past don't go by bus or rail
But it's overdue when it's in the mail.
Yeah, it's overdue when it's in the mail.
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6. |
Drive By Kiss
04:44
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I still see the two of us together
When the winter wind blows cold
You can't get lost as long as you remember
If you know where the highway goes
I may never find out where it is
But I might reach you with a drive-by kiss
And it's wrong to think about forever
When you know it doesn't last
But if you try to run away from your memory
You can't ever drive too fast
You may never find out where it is
But I might reach you with a drive-by kiss
And it's a sad way to say hello
But if you sleep it off, will you let me know?
Say good-bye but don't let me go
I may never find out where it is
But I might reach you with a drive-by kiss.
When I pass by where we used to live,
I say goodbye to part of me I miss,
With a drive by kiss....
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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I thought he was gone and forgotten,
Stepped into a tunnel underground.
Burned so brightly for just a few short years,
then nothing, not a sound.
Suddenly a voice on the telephone
came fading and crackling down the wire
Saying I've seen him, I'm sure it was him,
he’s not looking to retire.
And he breathes and sees another day
with the southern gentlemen
A band of outlaws in suburban disguise
saying they’re riding again….riding again.
It's 17 years since I heard your voice
and you still talk in that familiar drawl.
You’re looking older, but hell so am I,
it makes no difference to all.
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Superstition Highway
03:51
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So you finally found your acres full of wild horses.
So you’ve saddled up and you’re riding them all night
Through the valleys and up over all the mountains
And it seems that they’re not putting up a fight.
Do you remember saying you could judge a man without him knowing.
Don’t even need to hear him talk.
Just say ‘hi, what’s your name and what’s your star sign?’
Then walk away saying ‘We’re not aligned’
You’ve been riding on that superstition highway,
Hoping to feel the wind in your face.
Asking yourself ‘why won’t anybody see it my way?’
Just not seeing that you won’t let anybody join the race.
And now you’re trying to lose some stranger sleeping on your floor.
Wants you to help kick-start his life
He arrived with just a suitcase and a world of trouble,
But he won’t leave until the signs are right.
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Finley’s Furniture and Electrical was a shop in our little town.
It sold TVs, radios, refrigerators and a 3 seater vinyl lounge
And old Mr Finley, he knew everyone around.
He knew everything that happened in that little town.
And he knew all of us kids though he could never understand
How we could spend all our time and our money, just hanging round
Hanging round the back of his shop, it was the best place we had seen.
It was our Pandora’s box, it was a treasure chest of dreams.
It was the place where he sold those hi-fi records.
Sounds that came from far away.
And when we listened to those hi-fi records
It made this town not such a bad place to stay.
Well we could conjure up a picture of playing in these bands
We’d be touring the world playing to all the fans.
And maybe one day, with luck and a little more
We’d make a record and they’d all come to hear it
In the back of Finley’s store.
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Well I remember when these streets were full of interstate plates
And the town was full of faces from the road.
Saying fill up my tank and check the oil
While I get a burger and a drink to go
And then you watch their tail lights disappear.
They were busy days indeed but they seem such a long time ago.
We don’t see those faces around here anymore.
They’re stopping at the McDonalds out on the freeway
Bypass this town and this run-down store
And now all around the shops are closing down.
And the cities at the end of the road
Are calling out my name, telling me to go
To those cities at the end of the road
There’ll come the day when I’ve got nothing to show
I’ll have to take this dream and just let it go
And that’ll be day one of starting again.
It’s only a matter of time till I face the facts
There’s not much to keep me around here anymore.
I’ll be saying fill up my tank and check the oil
I’ll go to Macs for a burger and a drink to go
And you can watch my tail lights disappear.
And the cities at the end of the road
Are calling out my name, telling me to go
To those cities at the end of the road
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