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What's it doing growing there?
Cleaning up the air
Putting roots down everywhere
It comes as a surprise
To see it reaching to the skies
Like a living high-rise
Can you believe that tree?
In the sunshine
(Tree)
In the rain
(Tree)
In the concrete!
Should be standing in the park
Where dogs defile its bark
And so would people after dark
Standing without shame
Somebody carved it out a name
'87 Shane
Can you believe that tree?
In the sunshine
(Tree)
In the rain
(Tree)
In the concrete!
Can you believe that tree?
Without a blade for company
Adrift on a concrete sea
Defiant dignity
Can you believe that tree?
In the sunshine
(Tree)
In the rain
(Tree)
In the concrete!
Can you believe that tree?
In the sunshine
(Tree)
In the rain
(Tree)
In the concrete!
Can you believe that
Can you believe that tree?
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2. |
The Lost Famous
04:25
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Silver screens, face of a friend
On microphones they get you again
Song for those who entertained us
Long gone in time, the lost famous
And all of these dreams
I just can't let go
Though not what they seemed
Many years ago
And all of these dreams
They will not rest
Though not what they seemed to be
When they felt the best
In the mind, brighten the day
Captured an age then breezed away
Song for those who weren't the same as
Long gone in time, the lost famous
And all of these dreams
I just can't let go
Though not what they seemed
Many years ago
And all of these dreams
They will not rest
Though not what they seemed to be
When they felt the best
Used to believe somebody is there
Used to believe now i don't really care
Song for those who tried to shame us
Long gone in time, the lost famous.
And all of these dreams
I just can't let go
Though not what they seemed
Many years ago
And all of these dreams
They will not rest
Though not what they seemed to be
When they felt the best
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3. |
Making Of Harvest
04:02
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Making of Harvest
Down on the farm
Music is pouring
Out of the barn
Out in the fields
Simmering heat
Straw-chewing hippies
Are tapping the beat
Making of Harvest
Making of Harvest
Making it move
The plan of attack is
Keep it down in the groove
With a rolling piano
And a raunchy guitar
In the night time rocking
The moon and the stars
Making of Harvest
Love amid the ruins
The wreckage and rust
Open to the heavens
Dancing in the dust
Ain't what you do
It's what you leave
Finding time and space to breathe
Making of Harvest
Wheels in a spin
Pictures are framing
It's a beautiful thing
Making of Harvest
Down on the farm
Music is lifting
The roof off the barn
Making of Harvest
Making of Harvest
It's a beautiful thing
The making of Harvest
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4. |
Intermission
04:53
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Come on, come on, come on, believe me
Come on, come on, come on, my friend
Find those good old things we were used to
We've been running them down again
The whole world's going to pot
I wake up like I'm shot
Everybody's got a view
That can't mask the fact we're prisoners
Of the evening news
Right on, right on, right on, I'm ready
Right on, right on, right on, you know
Racing 'round dousing fires
I'd feel good just letting that go
Could do with a new address
Close my eyes, hope for the best
Tired of being waylaid
Well it's nearly intermission anyway
Let's take it early
Well it's nearly intermission anyway
We've got to keep it simple
Look at the sunsets
Pull the jacks out
Of every rear
We've got to keep it simple
Don't forget to laugh
Let's drown our phones
In a glass of beer
Come on, come on, come on, believe me
Come on, come on, come on, my friend
Right on, right on, right on, I'm ready
Right on, right on, right on, again
Could do with a new address
Close my eyes, hope for the best
Tired of being waylaid
Well it's nearly intermission anyway
Let's take it early
Well it's nearly intermission anyway
Let's take it early
Well it's nearly intermission anyway
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5. |
Turn That Train
03:27
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Come turn that train
When I'm sad
When I'm blue
For all I think about
Is yesterday you
Come turn that train
Around for me
Your sugared excuses
Left a bitter taste
Your smile goodbye
Felt much more like a slap
To my face
Come turn that train
Around for me
Come turn that train around
Come turn that train
Around for me
Come turn that train around
Come turn that train
That's taking her
Far from me
Don't leave a po' boy
Alone with love
Just a memory
I ask her face
Framed on my shelf
Answer me true
Answer me this
Do you believe in dreams?
I'm not sure that I do
Come turn that train
Around for me
Come turn that train around
Come turn that train
Around for me
Come turn that train around
Come turn that train
Around for me
Come turn that train around
Come turn that train
Around for me
Come turn that train around
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6. |
Meadow Dusk
04:12
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Time is moving slowly as
The rest of the world speeds up
Falling into place
Counting on good luck
Annie get your gun
Them bandits on the run
Time is moving slowly though
Not slow enough for some
Different talk, different things
Got to rearrange
Like stuck in some old movie
One I cannot change
So Annie get your gun
The savage times have come
Different talk and different things
How much more to come?
So Annie get your gun
The savage times have come
Different talk and different things
How much more to come?
Getting right with the scene
Buy the ticket, take the ride
Metal touch machines
No, we don't get nights of northern lights
Here just meadow dusk
I said, we don't get nights of northern lights
Here just meadow dusk
Annie get your gun
Our work here's nearly done
No, we don't get nights of northern lights
Though they might appear to some
So Annie get your gun
Our work here's nearly done
No, we don't get nights of northern lights
Though they might appear to some
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7. |
Low Winter Sun
04:55
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Sugar blast
Radio mast
Didn't last along
A sea of yellow blades
Running high, skipping away
The breezes drying
The mountainside, flying
Birds go hurtling by
And the low winter sun in my eyes
Bristling waves
Digital age
The disengaged footnote
On a lonely history page
Running high, icy rage
Of patches slip sliding
Turbines rising
Pillars that hold up the sky
And the low winter sun in my eyes
Got to keep the flame going strong
Gather sticks from round about
Run back to where I lit it
Too late the fire's out
Clanging, cold
Like paper we fold
Weatherboards hold their ground
'Til the trails reappear
Running high, running fear
Gorse upending
Young trees bending
Lips cracking and dry
And the low winter sun in my eyes
Dead end, man said at the gate
Should of turned back down there
You can cross my field if you're wishing
To get there quicker from here
Sugar blast
Radio mast
Didn't last along
A sea of yellow blades
Running high, skipping away
The breezes drying
The mountainside, flying
Birds go hurtling by
And the low winter sun in my eyes
The low winter sun in my eyes
The low winter sun in my eyes
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8. |
In The City
03:46
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Got to lose this traffic quick
Or lose my mind
Too many close encounters
With the flat earth kind
Everybody's talking
Competing radios
May be new in the city
But I know the routes to go
Got to lose this traffic quickly
Got to lose this traffic quickly
Or slowly lose it
Make-a-fast-buck merchant men
Words are flying out like flak
Trying to play me as a fool
A joker in the pack
'Give your gums a rest
Your head is full of toys
May be new in the city
But I'm wise to all your ploys'
Got to lose this traffic quickly
Got to lose this traffic quickly
Or slowly lose it
It's hard for the honest people
To get from here to there
The path is slim and crooked
And it leads to who knows where
Moving in a straight line
Stops me getting weird
Down with the natural kind
I've grown a Beach Boy beard
Not more than I can handle
No feelings of forebode
May be new in the city
But I'm already in stealth mode
Got to lose this traffic quickly
Got to lose this traffic quickly
Or slowly lose it
Got to lose this traffic quickly
Or slowly lose it
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9. |
Black Hills
03:57
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Good folk come together
They like the ones they know
This jukebox comes alive
Blasting out the old banjo
He rolls in like a river
Those places off the grid
Where people do the dances
That their parents did
Crying strings above
Our poor hearts take flight
Sometimes when of the mind
He'll go on through the night
It's a one man show alright
Honed to deliver thrills
Money for food and gas
To make it over the next hill
It's a one man show alright
Honed to deliver thrills
Money for food and gas
To make it over the next hill
Crazy delta rhythms
Soar above the rest
English ballad scrolls
And the sound of the weird west
He rolls in like a river
Those places off the grid
Where people do the dances
That their parents did
That their parents did
Where people do the dances
That their parents did
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'All's been said
And has gone before
It's all written down
Why do we want more?'
He said matter of factly
Held a book out in his hand
"Direction Of Hair
On Animals and Man"
Dusty old creation
From the time of Emperor Ming
When it wasn't a crime
To write about such things
Had no library stamp
Nobody gave a damn
About direction of hair
on animals and man
Dusty old creation
Got a little trippy back there
Dusty old creation
Got a little trippy back there
Dusty old creation
Hairstyles, coat styles
Mottled, dappled and plain
Every living thing
My eyes and my brain
A masterpiece
A centrepiece
I began to understand
The direction of hair
on animals and man
The direction of hair
on animals and man
Dusty old creation
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Jumbotown Sydney, Australia
Jumbotown is the acoustic singer songwriting duo of Mike Davies and Paul Ivor Jones
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