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Third Time Around
03:24
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Third Time Around (P Cumming, H Martin)
Time can do the strangest things
to who we are and all that we perceive
And sometimes when a siren sings a rhapsody,
some think it’s time to leave
Just get up and disappear
leaving those that love them in their wake
They think the path is clear to go explore a new frontier
But you know that’s a road I’d never take
Some people can’t see love’s a gift,
they go and cut themselves adrift
Some folk drink, some run around
Then they find love third time around
Third time around
The road ahead it isn’t straight,
I’ve had to learn to love the way it swerves
I’ve had to learn to navigate
all its bumps and holes and bends and curves
I’m driving with precision,
I’m getting off the worn out beaten track
And I’ve taken the decision to ignore the rear view vision
Because I know there is no looking back
Some people stumble through the night,
others get to see the light
Some feel gagged, some feel bound
And then find love third time around
And I will never understand
why you would never show your hand
But you had losses too profound
When we found love third time around
Third time around, third time around,
Third time around, third time around
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2. |
Box of Moonlight
02:57
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Box of Moonlight (H Martin)
I missed you last night
I left the porch light shining bright
But it was there this morning when I got out of bed
I missed you last night
It was warm and the summer moonlight
Shining through my window cast a shadow on the wall
I know you were working late
But you'd have liked that summer moonlight
It'll still be waiting there I've kept it just for you
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Wrapped in a box with an old green tie
It's sure to catch your eye
It reminds me ... why I missed you last night
I missed you last night
Rolled over and it didn't feel right
Any more time away is more than I can stand
So I'm sending you that box of moonlight
To remind you what it felt like
When we were promising each other to be true
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3. |
Fragile Truce
04:03
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Fragile Truce (P Cumming)
When everyone has gone and things are cleared away
Is when my friend decides that she has things to say
She decides that there are things that must be said
When it’s late in the evening and time for bed
So I sit down at the kitchen table way too drunk
To hear about the depths to which I have sunk
All my misdemeanours and my petty crimes
She says you just make me so mad sometimes
Chorus
And so for hours I hurl abuse
I’m saying things I shouldn’t, I’ve no excuse
And there’s no compromise we can produce
We go to bed with a fragile truce
Early next morning while my thoughts are blurred
She gets up and leaves the room without a word
She gets up and as she’s leaving slams the door
And I try to work out what went on the night before
So I stagger to the kitchen and ask her why
She won’t talk to me and she starts to cry
She says why is it always me that must be strong
I thought I loved you but I must be wrong
You say you’ll change, I know you never will
And I don’t want to watch you fulfil
The death wish you embarked on in your wasted youth
Try to sober up and face the truth
I try to hold her but she turns away
So I try to find the right thing to say
I try to tell her I’ll stop drinking now
And I don’t want to believe it, but I don’t know how
There’s this demon inside my head
That makes lie of every word I’ve said
And though sobriety is such a curse
Life without her would be so much worse
Chorus
But saying sorry won’t reduce
The flood of tears, it’s just no use
I’ve broken promises with no excuse
I’ve got try and keep this fragile truce
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4. |
Homegrown Suburban Blues
03:10
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Home Grown Suburban Blues (J Carden)
Sad old daddies playin' the blues
On a Sunday at the Jubliee
They got Marshall stacks, Roland racks
A small nation’s GDP
Their ladies in the crowd, drinking Jack talking loud
Stonewash camel toe
The guy on the drums keeps getting it wrong
On the turnaround to Honey Don’t
Chorus
You can keep your Red House cause The Thrill Is Gone
Your Pride and Joy gone Done Me Wrong
Need a break from Jimmi, Stevie Ray and crew
Just gimme those home grown suburban blues.
Every day you can hear them play
Got himself a garage band.
The poolroom, basement, attic and the shed
Under houses all across the land.
Solo, duo, three piece combo
A laptop wall of sound.
I'm myspace facebook twitterin 'n textin
That home grown suburban sound…
He’s sittin' at the bar on a Sunday arvo
They're jamming at the Jubilee
He’s got no gig so he hauls his rig
This is how it’s gotta be
He’ll play that Red House, Stormy Monday Too
Sweet Home Chicago and Roadhouse Blues
I’ll do Muddy, BB, John Lee too
I wanna play my homegrown suburban blues
Yeah the Homegrown suburban blues
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5. |
A Little Love
03:15
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A Little Love (P Cumming)
A little love is a dangerous thing
The promise of that first fast furious fling
Doesn't mean that the future will bring
A little love, a dangerous thing
A little love is a subtle device
Well aimed it can entice
The lonely to make any sacrifice
A little love, a subtle device
A little love is a lethal dose
The merest hint of having someone close
Can kill malaise in the most morose
A little love, a lethal dose
A little love is a curious beast
It makes the most of leaving the least
It defines its pleasure but declines the feast
A little love, a curious beast
A little love is an evil trick
A little love makes the heart beat quick
A little love makes the vulnerable sick
A little love
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Dead Beat Daddios Melbourne, Australia
Story songs about love, landscapes, misfits and mistakes, set to tuneful alt-country
grooves.
"Great music in the country and kinda-country genres isn’t just for those of us here in the southern states. There are tunes brewing in Brisbane, as the Dead Beat Daddios prove."
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