1. |
That Longing
04:44
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After a while all cities
Seem to blend into one
Miles of glassy canyons
That have me reflecting upon
How many days must I
Be here alone
Til finally I return
To where I belong
Time through my fingers
Grasping dry sand
Must leave to live it seems
Get things back in hand
Gone from my sight
But here I still stand
More than water
The Severn bridges span
I made so many mistakes
This I know
But I never thought I'd make
That many in a row
I made so many mistakes
This I know
But I never thought I'd make
That many in a row
It seems all my days
My mind keeps this picture pure
Greens and rugged greys
Shade and light the lure
Rolling hills and the moorland sweeps
Space to taste the cure
Meet the right kind of eyes
That I know for sure
Meet the right kind of eyes
That I know for sure
I made so many mistakes
This I know
But I never thought I'd make
That many in a row
I made so many mistakes
This I know
But I never thought I'd make
That many in a row
That many in a row
That many in a row
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2. |
Lead Me Down
03:25
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Lead me down, lead me down
Where I wanna go
Gimme keys to the city
And all I need, all I need to know
Lead me down, lead me down
Ramshackled lanes
Over crests and hollows
Traveler man again
Don't mind the holes in my shoes
I'm just some pilgrim passing through
When day is done, heaven shows
Fire smoke rising slow
It's got nowhere it needs to blow
It's got nowhere to be
I've gotta feather in my cap
That's just the way I roll
I'm like some sugar buddha
In an ancient Chinese scroll
Small stars guide my way
All's well at the end of the day
When day is done, heaven shows
Fire smoke rising slow
It's got nowhere it needs to blow
It's got nowhere to be
Lead me down, lead me down
Where I wanna go
Gimme keys to the city
And all I need, all I need to know
Give me all I need to know
I've got all I need
When day is done, heaven shows
Fire smoke rising slow
It's got nowhere it needs to blow
It's got nowhere to be
Lead me down, lead me down
Where I wanna go
Lead me down, lead me down
Where I wanna go
Lead me down, lead me down
Where I wanna go
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3. |
Mellowing Mind
03:57
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Got something going mellowing my mind
Against the grain it seems, had to draw the line
Make it up on the fly, tie-in loose ends
Giving it somewhere to roam freely again
Mellowing mind, now as before
Don't seem very much sense in these times anymore
Speaking in colours, losing the strain
How it used to be, back again
I'm speaking in colours, I'm losing the strain
How it used to be, back again
Hollow time, I'm so out of touch
Follow lines down less travelled roads
Gets to the point, enough's enough
Moving times are mellow gold
Got something going mellowing my mind
Against the grain it seems, had to draw the line
Mellowing mind, an age to see
It makes things sooner than later for me
It makes things sooner than later for me
It makes things sooner than later for me
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4. |
Dirt Music
03:58
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These red earth days
Pull me asunder
All just a daze
But I'm keeping time
Fuel gauge ain't working
Don't help my state of mind
Fuel gauge ain't working
Don't help my state of mind
There's a lonely filling station
Under a dome of light
Sliders, flyers, hungry
Creatures so strange
Coke machine is working
Just not giving change
Got dirt music
Coming out, I've set the dusty dial
Got dirt music
Coming out and lying under
The rhythm of the miles
Got dirt music
Coming out, I've set the dusty dial
Got dirt music
Coming out and lying under
The rhythm of the miles
Markers in the road
Songlines in dust
I'm closer to nowhere
Than I've ever been
Road train is passing
As if in a dream
These red earth days
Pull me asunder
All just a daze
But I'm keeping time
Fuel gauge ain't working
Don't help my state of mind
Got dirt music
Coming out, I've set the dusty dial
Got dirt music
Coming out and lying under
The rhythm of the miles
Got dirt music
I've set the dusty dial
Got dirt music
Coming out and lying under
Coming out and lying under
The rhythm of the miles
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5. |
Lemongrass
04:07
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Crowded by people stale as their jokes
Ages the heart just like drink and smoke
Feel as ancient as an English, an English oak
On mornings as cold as a raven's croak
I must admit I sure do miss my hair
Hippie mop, now there's nothing there
I'm old and I'm restless and full of cares
That nobody has got time to share
So sick of the road that takes me
I can't let it roll off my back
Lemongrass soup on a city street
Out of place in this moving boutique
That's more like a gloomy glitz with a madcap, a madcap beat
Blending every colour in a fuzzy heap
Blending every colour in a fuzzy heap
So sick of the road that takes me
I can't let it roll off my back
So sick of the road that takes me
I can't let it roll off my back
Silver-heeled winds close the day
I think I've run out of things to say
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6. |
Long Road
03:41
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It's a long road far out and away
Saturn rings
Another patch on your faded jeans appeared today
Geometric patterns ring
Throwing up straws to the wind
Well ain't that always how this begins
It's a long road
Waylaid on some fool parade
No can do
The hours ahead were always yours to make
Muddling through
Never needed anything that much
Arranged around this obvious pulse
Waylaid
Waylaid
What to believe
What to believe for sure
I just don't know anymore
It's a long road
It's a long road far out and away
Saturn rings
Another patch on your faded jeans appeared today
Geometric patterns ring
Throwing up straws to the wind
Well ain't that always how this begins
It's a long road
It's a long road
It's a long road
It's long
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7. |
Caution Overload
03:45
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These mixed up times, plain crazy
Messin' my mind, bad news TV
Should know, should know better
I know the way it rolls
All know caution overload
So crooked smiles, a merry dance
To beguile into a trance
Should know, should know better
I know the way it rolls
All know caution overload
Should know, should know better
All know caution overload
Should know, should know better
I know the way it rolls
All know caution overload
Ministries of misinformation
Station to distant station
All across the crazy nation
All tune in, all tune in to drop out
When truth deserts only means
A shadow play behind the screens
Should know, should know better
I know the way it rolls
All know caution overload
Should know, should know better
All know caution overload
Should know, should know better
I know the way it rolls
All know caution overload
All know caution overload
All know caution overload
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8. |
Solid Out Of Here
03:22
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Oh it's on like Donkey Kong
Hold on tight, hold on it's a bumpy ride
At time things may go a little wayward
But stay up close to my side
We play in blocks of colour
We play it all by ear
All night keep that picture
We're solid out of here
Oh it's on like Donkey Kong
Hold on tight, hold on it's a bumpy ride
Gotta dream then let it show
I've got as many as the sweet stars above
It's a kung fu life as I've come to know it
But nothing, no nothing, no nothing to be fearful of
We play in blocks of colour
Who knows what will appear
I've got space for you to room in
We're solid out of here
Gotta dream then let it show
I've got as many as the sweet stars above
We play in blocks of colour
Who knows what will appear
I've got space for you to room in
We're solid out of here
Solid out of here
I've got space for you to room in
We're solid out of here
Solid out of here
Solid out of here
Solid out of here
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9. |
I Get To Feelin' So Good
04:40
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Celluloid river world
Rolls on busted bird
That stayed too long
A little out of tune
Blind alleys, jack knifed
Strike a deal with the quiet life
All that moon
In June
I get to feelin' so good
I get to feelin' so good
Taking liberties, find the core
Sweet solitude, sooner more
Come on go
WIth the flow
Glass eyes, prozac dreams
Make up stuff, what does it mean?
But that's the show
I know
I get to feelin' so good
I get to feelin' so good
I get to feelin' so good
I get to feelin' so good
And maybe, maybe, oh maybe, maybe
I just might
Celluloid river world
Rolls on busted bird
That stayed too long
A little out of tune
Blind alleys, jack knifed
Strike a deal with the quiet life
All that moon
In June
All that moon
In June
All that moon
In June
I get to feelin' so good
I get to feelin' so good
I get to feelin' so good
I get to feelin' so good
So good
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10. |
Stop Fishin'
02:49
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Tied up in knots
Houdini, I'm not
Tight as the skin on a drum
Things put on hold
Slowing the roll
Waiting for dreams to come
No good trying to push 'em
That ship has left the dock
So give me some time
Stop throwing me lines
Stop fishin', that's all I've got
I turn on a dime
Up the creek in my mind
Overthinking most everything
I realise
Where my fault lies
But that don't change a thing
Stepping into other people's stories
Whenever I hear the knock
Runaway kind
This way of mine
Stop fishin', that's all I've got
Stepping into other people's stories
Whenever I hear the knock
Runaway kind
This way of mine
Stop fishin', that's all I've got
Runaway kind
This way of mine
Stop fishin', that's all I've got
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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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