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Blood On The Wattle
04:54
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1. Blood On The Wattle
We're a colonial nation in an ancient native land
Descendants of an empire, but we came here with a plan
To tame a rugged country and to maximise the soil
And what lies beneath it as rewards of honest toil
But the soil’s now turned to dust, the land is hard and dry
We take more than we give, ‘cos we’re focused on the bottom line
In the battle for the balance, I fear we’re losing the fight
Just ‘cos it’s happening elsewhere doesn’t make it right.
Shalt not steal, shalt not kill
Shalt not covet, shalt not lie
Thou shalt not false idols worship
Oh, promised land, will you survive it
Terra nullius was a subterfuge for an invasion
The long line of nations, not included in the equation
There is blood on the wattle, broken bones buried in the sand
Dispossession and destruction, the foundations of this land
Shalt not steal, shalt not kill
Shalt not covet, shalt not lie
Thou shalt not false idols worship
Oh, promised land, will you survive it
How long will it take before she's got nothing more to give
When the wells run dry and it's difficult to live
Will we hand it back then? Will we admit to our mistakes?
Or are we going to learn our lessons before it's too late.
Shalt not steal, shalt not kill
Shalt not covet, shalt not lie
Thou shalt not false idols worship
Oh, promised land, will you survive it
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2. |
Driving Into Another Day
04:23
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2. Driving into another day
Looks like the second sunrise of the day
The first just went from black to grey
As we're looking ahead
It's funny, that's what we both say
Sometimes I don't like what's running through my head
And some days I just feel like staying in bed
There's a cloud over me
I'd rather be someone else instead
But I've made up my mind
I'm knowing that I'm on my way
Like driving into another day
And I'm thinking back to different days
When I found my love down the crossways
And it mightn't have been
But some things are just pre-ordained
There's a force unseen that's spinning around
It's guiding us to where our future is found
So if you open your mind
It might just take you where you're bound.
And I've made up my mind
I'm knowing that I'm on my way
Like driving into another day
I’m seeing things clearer than I've seen them before
There's a light shining through, lifting my mood off the floor
And you're part of my plans to follow new and different ways
Like driving into another day.
It’s just like the second sunrise of the day
We’re leaving behind the gloom and grey
And we’re looking ahead
To where we know we’ll be OK
And I've made up my mind
I'm knowing that I'm on my way
Like driving into another day
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3. |
Crosses On The Highway
04:46
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Crosses on the highway, seems there’s more every year
As I go driving past them, I think about who put them there
Who are missing loved ones, whose life will never be the same
Crosses on the highway, on every one a different name
You were so full of life, you’d just turned twenty one
So much lay out ahead of you, so much you hadn’t done
The promise of a lifetime, so much to look forward to
But you never see it coming, never think it could be you
Slow down, slow down
Think about where you’re bound
You’re a long time in the ground
Slow down.
For those that stay behind the pain will never end
The tragedy of such a loss, so hard to comprehend
But you don’t get second chances sometimes, it’s just not fair
That those with most to live for, often the ones who don’t get there.
Slow down, slow down
Think about where you’re bound
You’re a long time in the ground
Slow down.
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4. |
Christmas Island
04:31
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4. Christmas Island
The curve of the earth hides a lot
Like who I am and who I'm not
Family in tow I set forth
No invading horde from a hostile north
We've got no cure for our affliction
No travel insurance protection
To a land where everyone's go is fair
Except for those without air fare
To Christmas Island we're setting sail
With picnic lunch and water pail
On Christmas Island we'll hope again
For peace on earth, goodwill to all men
Love thy neighbour and do unto them
As you wish for yourself in return
Where are the boundless plains so free
For those who come across the sea
We crowded onto a rusty wreck
Sat low in the water, smelt of fuel and sweat
Sank half way to our distant goal
To peace on earth I'll never get
To Christmas Island we're setting sail
With picnic lunch and water pail
On Christmas Island we'll hope again
For peace on earth, goodwill to all men
Merry Christmas, war is over
Now she sits looking out at razor wire
While our children play in the Christmas dust
Prisoners of fear and prejudice
To Christmas Island we're setting sail
With picnic lunch and water pail
On Christmas Island we'll hope again
For peace on earth, goodwill to all men
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5. |
Lonely Man
04:48
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5. Lonely Man
He’s going end on end, round the bend
Through the mill, he’s in there still
He can’t think straight, can’t contemplate
Peace of mind, so hard to find
He doesn’t believe he’s able to achieve
Has anything to contribute what anyone would accept
He’s living in his mind most of the time
He’s got no plan, he’s a lonely man
He just wants to do right, doesn’t want to fight
People reckon he’s ok, he thinks it’s just something they say
Thinks he’s not all he could be, but isn’t that like you and me?
Believes he’s nothing to give, no reason to live
When you are walking alone in your mind
There’s no one to help you, I think that you’ll find
There’s no one who knows what you’re really about
There’s no one to care for you ‘til you come out
Try not to focus on what you perceive
‘Cause nothing’s as bad as your dark thoughts believe
Don’t be afraid of a kind helping hand
And don’t be afraid of yourself
Lonely man
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6. |
The Things You Do
03:39
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6. The Things You Do
As I stepped out today
Trying to make it a better day than yesterday
Trying to concentrate on the things I shouldn’t say
If you should pass my way
Well, I hope that’s something that’ll be OK
If you could be happy that would really make my day
Well I’m six feet tall but I feel so small
Until I’m standing next to you
Well you’re not that small, no that’s not it at all
It’s just in the things you do
Well I’m not sure what you see
But at least you’re still there looking back at me
And where I’m standing is a pretty good place to be
But I don’t understand
What I’ve got to give, I should have had this planned
I can’t help feeling like a boy and not a man
Well I’m six feet tall but I feel so small
Until I’m standing next to you
Well you’re not that small, no that’s not it at all
It’s just in the things you do
As I stepped out today
Trying to make it a better day than yesterday
Trying to concentrate on the things I shouldn’t say
Well I’m six feet tall but I feel so small
Until I’m standing next to you
Well you’re not that small, no that’s not it at all
It’s just in the things you do
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7. |
Howlin' At The Moon
03:33
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7. Howling At The Moon
Just leave the keys in the door baby as you go
Let the curtain fall down on the whole damn show
It's too late now to go back again
The moonscape times are about to begin
We've been searching elsewhere and I might be dim
But it's too cold outside and too hot in
There's nothing more important than what's at stake
It's the only home we'll ever make
I've seen more water by the side of the road
I hear the trains at night with their heavy load
I see the rigs like mushrooms as they spring from the ground
It's where the dollars lie so don't make a sound
I've been howling at the moon by the side of the lake
Still waiting for the evil drought to break
Well we're sending out an S.O.S.
'Cause you can't eat coal and can't drink gas
Well now the sign of the times is you must want more
Try not to think about drought and war
It's too late now to go back again
The moonscape times are about to begin
I've been howling at the moon by the side of the lake
Still waiting for the people’s rage to break
Well we're sending out an S.O.S.
'Cause you can't eat coal and you can't drink gas
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8. |
The Bull
04:00
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8. The Bull
Paint peeling off the walls
Roof leaking like a sieve
Rooms dark and musty dank
Is this any way to live
A man walks up the drive
With a letter in his hand
But it seems there's no one home
No one yet again
Waking in alarm
Won’t let her come to harm
Can't ever shake the sound
Of the bull that ran her down
A pool out in the yard
Seems kinda out of place
It's for the kids, she just explains
For when the summer sun turns fierce
A girl sits on her bed
With a dog wrapped in her arms
She's kinda hard to see
Amongst the rags that keep her warm
Waking in alarm
Won’t let her come to harm
Can't ever shake the sound
Of the bull that ran her down
Waking up in fright
In the dark heart of the night
Pulse racing from the fear
Of the bull that seemed so near
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9. |
Raining Underground
03:32
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9. Raining Underground
I’m goin’ down to the lakes today
Let the cold, clear water take me away
Take me away from my trouble and strife
Bring some peace into my life
I’m goin’ down to the river today
Let the clean flowing water take me away
Let the sails that are tied to my masts unfurl
Blow away the troubles of this world
I went down to the lakes today
I saw no water, I’m sorry to say
I can’t understand where the water could go
Maybe they don’t want us to know
It’s raining underground or so they say
Raining underground under the lakes today
The tears of the lakes cryin’ for our sins
For the beauty that once had been
I ain’t goin’ down to the lakes again
‘Cause goin’ down there just causes too much pain
Fifteen million years is a long, long time
Someone should pay for this crime
I ain’t goin’ down to the river no more
Since I heard what they’re dumping on that river shore
I can’t understand how it continues to be
You can poison a river for a fee
It’s raining underground or so they say
Raining underground under the lakes today
The tears of the lakes cryin’ for our sins
For the beauty that once had been
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10. |
Times Have Changed
05:15
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Driving through a town I used to know
I’m in no rush so I'm taking it slow
The feeling's not the same and it's not just me
Like part of it's sold across the sea
Talking to a friend I used to know
About the places we used to go
They've been shut down along the line
The things we value change over time
I miss the way we used to be
We only wanted what we'd need
But times have changed now from the past
And time is moving way too fast.
Every year we’ve got to grow
The more we learn the less we know
And a finite world we're living on
The quicker it's used the quicker it's gone
I miss the way we used to be
We only wanted what we'd need
But times have changed now from the past
And time is moving way too fast.
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11. |
Tick Of The Clock
04:42
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11. Tick of the Clock
In a far away field of rubble and mud
Men lived and died in trenches of blood
It’ll all be over by Christmas, they thought
While backwards and forwards they fought
The tick of the clock
The stroke of the pen
The end of all wars
Never again
Sixteen million souls eventually lost
What justifies such incomprehensible cost
While others rebuilt, men divided the spoils
Gathered in a room of reflection
The tick of the clock
The stroke of the pen
The end of all wars
Never again
Fields of green grew back over mud
Red poppies echoed the rivers of blood
The madness that ceased at 11am
Has been played out again and again
The tick of the clock
The stroke of the pen
The end of all wars
Never again
In a far away field that's tattered and torn
A new peaceful world still waits to be born
Who’s watching the clock, who’s keeping the count
‘Til the time on the clock has run out
The tick of the clock
The stroke of the pen
The end of all wars
Never again
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12. |
Roller Coaster
05:53
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12. Roller Coaster
Well come on step on board and take a ride
It’s going to take you on a trip inside
Into the highs and lows you can’t ignore
You never know what this ride has in store
‘Cause there’s a world out there that’s spinning round
It’s going to pick you up and let you down
Sometimes the best you can do is hold on tight
Just hold on, hold on... and ride that roller coaster
If you’ve ever had a day that kept you down
You know that if you look ahead, it eventually turns around
No ride lasts forever, everything has to end
But while you’re on it, batten down and just ride
Hard round every bend
Ride that roller coaster
Ride that roller coaster
Ride it down, everything turns around
Ride that roller coaster
Everything turns around
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Greg Windred Melbourne, Australia
Greg Windred is an Australian singer-songwriter, a creator of music that ranges from alt-folk to grungy blues. Currently Melbourne based, although originally hailing from NSW (Picton and Northern Tablelands), much of his music is informed and inspired by his surrounds. Greg’s songs and voice, whilst inspired by the likes of Dylan, Young, Springsteen, is unmistakably Australian at heart. ... more
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