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Hot Wind
06:19
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There’s a hot wind blowing across the fields tonight
There’s a hot wind blowing and it don’t feel right
It’s gathering pace and it’s bringing dust
What will become of us?
There’s a hot wind blowing across the fields tonight
There’s a storm that’s raging and it’s bearing down
There’s a storm that threatens our little town
It don’t care what gets in its way
What will become of me?
There’s a storm that’s raging and it’s bearing down
Don’t despair my little child
Don’t despair, it’ll be alright
We’ll ride it out and see the dawn
Don’t fret now, my little one
Where we’re heading, we can’t be sure
Where we’re bound, we haven’t been before
But we’ll find the strength to keep from harm
And give us shelter from the storm
Where we’re heading, we can’t be sure.
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2. |
Tenacity
03:59
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There's a signpost pointing wrong way round
On a fence that leans into the ground
There's a day that shines a bright blue sky
But it masks the teardrops in the eye
And I thank you for
Having no faith in me
It's a credit to my
Tenacity
There's a wind that's blowing from the south
There's a bird that flies into the mouth
Of a storm that's threatening to release
A deluge cleansing city streets
Fly into the rising storm
First take flight and then you soar
Wanting less and giving more
Lose control and take what’s yours
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3. |
Emily Bollard
05:32
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Emily walks on the tracks on her way to her brother's
Is there no going back, do you think of another
Do you feel a sudden wind blowing cold in the morning
Do you hear a steam whistle sing out a warning
Oh, why are you sad, dear Emily, why
Did you mean to get trapped, did you mean to die
Do you push us away to save from your fate
Is the light in the tunnel for you too late
Do you think of the train that appears up ahead
Do you try to escape, is your heart filled with dread
Or are you resigned to a permanent fate
Do you stand on the tracks, your death to await
Will you push me away if I walk in too far
Will you hit at my arms and pull at my hair
Do you want for all visits to come to an end
So the peace you have sought for so long can descend
Upon tunnel tracks which are long since removed
Upon your troubled soul to quiet and soothe
Will you make for your brother's at the end of the day
And reunite with your family, you've too long been away
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4. |
Home
06:00
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Home
Seems such long way off
Although we’re living on
Where we belong
Home
Was once and ever will be
But not the way it should be
Not as it was
We seem so disconnected
From the place where we belong
We’re born never asking
To find our way home
Home
A birthright never sought
Not something sold or bought
When we were born
Home
Become a road to wealth
But what cost to mental health
And basic need
Home
We’re all in the same boat
Adrift in a sea of hope
That we’ll prevail
Home
We leave to our children now
But what are we leaving out
What have we lost
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5. |
To The Sea
06:52
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Same time same place
I see your familiar face
As we go back and forth
Back and forth to the sea
Well there's an elephant in the room
Wolves at the door
White ants in the floor
Oh I can't take it anymore
People walking back and forth
To the sea, to the sea
Nothing's as sad as when
You spend your life
Waiting for something to happen
Each to their own beat
And in their own time
In their own meter
And rhythm and rhyme
I want to stare at the stars
And listen to birds
Make my own pace
And find my own words
Find my own words and make my own plans
Dream my own dreams of far-away lands
To far-away lands I'll travel and stay
I'll stay and I'll live till the end of my days
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6. |
Holy Water
03:44
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I was drowned in holy water
I was baptised in a flood
I was raised in sacred fire
But I fell into the mud
I was beat by a righteous demon
I was cast upon the ground
I was lost in confusion
Trying to find my way back home
I don’t know where I’m going
I’m not sure where I’m bound
But I know where I’m standing
With holy water all around
Holy water all around
I was raised by angelic choirs
To a place up in the clouds
Their song filled my aching heart
With a purity of sound
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7. |
Goodnight Debbie
04:08
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Goodnight, sleep tight
Don’t little anything bite
For you’ll see a bright day
Where you aim for the heights
You’ll scale the big mountains
And swim the deep sea
You’ll shoot for the stars
And set yourself free
Goodnight Debbie, goodnight
You don’t want people
To look at you now
But I know that’ll change
When you first take a bow
You’ll make your hands bleed
And shave off your hair
Then colour it colours
That shouldn’t be there
You’ll get so determined
To make your own way
And make it in style
Come what may
You’ll head to a city
That you’ll call your own
And gather around you
You won’t be alone
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8. |
The Demon Fault
07:59
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I'm goin' down
To the gates of hell
He’s taken heaven
To buy and sell
He’s taken life
And turned to death
The Midas touch
Or the Demon’s breath
The Demon Fault is deep and wide
Cross the muddy river to the demon's side
If I go and don't come back
I'll be waiting for you on the demon track
For forty days
And forty nights
It'll rain on down
With a demon's might
A little rain
Never hurt no one
But it'll wash away
What the demon's done
But the demon’s wrath
Was not torn down
It gathers strength
For another round
You’d best beware
Of the price you’ll pay
When the demon comes
To take your soul away
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9. |
Suicide (I'm Not Into)
10:11
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I’m not into suicide
Those that are, most have tried
Oblivious to those left behind
Captive to their darker side
I’m not really self aware
Others are, I don’t care
I don’t need no self reflection
I don’t want to go down there
Down there…
I don’t want to keep in touch
Or read or talk or think too much
I like to keep uncomplicated
To be honest, I just don’t give a fuck
I’m not into suicide
But sometimes I feel trapped inside
I feel like I can’t keep pretending
But I will stare down suicide
Suicide…
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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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