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Harbinger
03:21
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2. |
Nobody's Listening
03:17
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Nobody's Listening X4
No-one at all
I said, No-one at all
We wake in a kind of fright
Like ships on a cold, clear night
We sail across a narrow sea
From the back of beyond, eternally
Puff n' stuff and Daddy Cool
Sister with the Golden Rule
Scattered minds and lost reports
Mission command is set to distort
Nobody's listening
Nobody's Listening X3
No-one at all
Pixellate my dreams tonight
I need to take a red eye flight
Document the state we're in
Sing me a song with a trustworthy spin
We are free and highly evolved
With a problem to be solved
Living fast, getting weak at the knees
I heard muy daughter say to me..
.. oh she said..
Nobody's Listening X3
Nobody's listening in
Nobody at all
No-one is listening
No-one is listening
No-one at all
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3. |
Dreamliner
01:29
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Toads & Fayries
02:05
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Several Tonnes of Dirt
04:14
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Here come a man with a barrel full of trouble & woe
He be hustling down the highway as the cold wind moans and groans
Hey Mister, watch you got in your barrel?, such a heavy load
So we stop for a drink and he shows me what he's got in tow
He's got a lump of concrete
and some broken glass
He's got a mallee root
and a flag at half mast
and several tonnes of dirt x4
A hamburger, coffee. A bit of chocolate toffee
washed down with a gut-full, a carton full of ice-cold beer
I said-a how long you bin' riding on that rusty old rig
He said, I been ridin' this old thing to the beginning of the end of next year
'cause the lights on the highway, they always go my way
You better watch your way
A filthy pair of boots
With the soles comin' loose
A dusty photograph
The very last time I saw her laugh
several tons of dirt x4
Hey Mr. Man what you carry' in the beast today?
Looks like nothin' but spinifex and chicken wire
Seems like you're goin' on one last drive
and you're never comin' back
you're never comin' back
Stay away from the main drag
The dirty old track, the dirty old track
Hey Mister what you got in your barrel?
Such a heavy load
You got some paraphernalia
A gun that could nail yer
12 steps in your gaol yeah
Well I hope you find your home again
well I hope you find your home
And several tonnes of dirt X3
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6. |
The Crossing
02:17
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Albatross
03:26
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Cynical pages burning at twilight
Customer service won't let you sleep nights
I'm standing here, carrying a tray
Hearts and diamonds take you away
Possible leader, freedom fighter
Squashed in his cabinet, plays with his lighter
I see blue smoke rising
In the cool of the afternoon
Albatross (What is the cost?) X4
Unpicking a nightmare, walking a tower
far away fires and unholy hours
These are the days, the captain is dead
His skeletal frame on the sea bed
Burnt all the books and smoked all the ashes
There goes the mariner
Taking out the trash
There's an albatross flying to the pole
Albatross (What is the cost?) X4
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Jim The Obscure Fremantle, Australia
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