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Artists
04:20
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Artists
We are the artists, and there is no doubt
We open doors and throw things out
We are the artists and we do not care
We keep notebooks and pencils in our hair
We are the artists and we go to bed late
We quaff our wine and we smash our plates
We are artists and we tear out our hair
We bite our nails and we live anywhere
La, la, la, la, la, la ... everybody knows
We are crazy and we are having a ball
We jump out of windows, you can hear us fall
We are lazy and we don’t give a damn
Prefering the inner life to a life on the land
We sow flowers and we rant and rave
We paint our faces, we paint in caves
We live on nothing but months and years
And when we go, everybody cheers
La, la, la, la, la, la ... everybody knows
This life’ll be the end of me
Across the ultramarine sea
Out of range, out of sight
Drawn to the edge, poised for flight
Down at heel, hitching a ride
Ballads lying at the roadside
Viridian and cobalt blue
I’ll make it all so new for you
It is of course worth the wait
I’m standing here at the gate
Sun reeling across the sky
And now it must be time to fly
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2. |
Back To The Hood
04:10
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Back to the hood
Back in the hood, we make no plans
Take no prisoners, hang about in bands
Back in the hood, we speak in tongues
Live like fools, feet slipping off the rungs
And I swear I’ll never make it back one day
Back to the hood where our dreams parade
Back to the hood, back to the hood, I go some days
Roaming wild, with the birds and the bees
Raising our stakes, and skinning our knees
We bury the elders, then dig up their bones
As if to prove there is nothing to show
And I make a stand but I cannot make it pay
Can’t pay my way, back to the hood one day
Back to the hood, back to the hood, doesn’t matter anyway
Falling back, falling back, falling back, falling back
I see the photos, it’s been a while
See how you’ve all, clearly aged in style
Then the wind picks up and blows it all away
Silver threads of light, yet piercing the grey
And I swear I’ll never make it back one day
Back to the hood where our dreams parade
Back to the hood, back to the hood, I go some days
Falling back, falling back, falling back, falling back
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Comfort
04:31
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Comfort
I have no answers
Take liberties and chances
In lounges and other chambers
Taking strength from the strangeness
I have many questions
Try a variety of stances
Ignoring all suggestion
And political dances
For the comfort of strangeness
Ah, the talk of the town
Roll on up, roll on down
And queueing for ages
To see the different stages
We rise and we fall
Forever expecting more
Making do with what is left
Neglecting manners and cleanliness
For the comfort of strangeness
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4. |
Idle Cranes
04:50
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Idle cranes
There she goes, my beautiful life
Over the horizon, just look at those lights
What it must be, on that fine ship
With the hustlers and dealers, and the idle rich
Gets cold in winter, but we have a roof
Took out a loan, but it was not bulletproof
Look out the window, there goes the bank
Got our own car, but ain’t got the crank
Well get it wrong or get it right my friend
These idle cranes do not mark the end
Road is long, river writes in reams
These idle cranes do not build our dreams
There she goes, my beautiful life
In a puff of smoke, in a flash of light
Throw her a kiss, let out a sigh
I‘m not crying, I got ash in my eye
Sweet bird of youth, I had you in my hand
And then you flew away, so far across the land
Waltzing in the thistles, soaking up rain
Standing in the shallows with the idle cranes
Well get it wrong or get it right my friend
These idle cranes do not mark the end
Road is long, river writes in reams
These idle cranes do not build our dreams
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5. |
Last Train
04:05
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The last train
I’m waiting, on the platform, for the last train, last train to come
Behind me, the city, reminds me, what I leave behind
Warm nights and lovers looking sideways
Night songs in backyards and byways
I do not know, and I do not dare, to dwell on how, we got there
Our Great Divide, our Darling Downs, our different tunes, in different towns
The lovers looking sideways, on the last train
Songs in backyards and byways, on the last train
Train lights revealing the tunnel, on the last train
The driver signals to the lovers, on the last train
Well meet me, halfway as planned, I’ll bring the map, you break the dam
These city streets, won’t leave me alone, keep leading me on, leading me back home
The train light revealing the tunnel
The driver signals to the lovers
And the nights are young, and we fall free, defying all, even gravity
The summer nights, fit like a glove, slipping like sand, through the fingers of your love
The lovers looking sideways, on the last train
Songs in backyards and byways, on the last train
Train lights revealing the tunnel, on the last train
The driver signals to the lovers, on the last train
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6. |
When Need Be
05:12
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When need be
Hear it now, the call of the wild
The nature and frequency, it's all in the file
Could be a bell tolling, on a marker buoy afloat
Nudged by wind or wave, or the wake of a boat
Or the circles of your memory spreading suddenly
When need be
Trace the cracks and furrows, that we know and love
And even that sinking feeling, still fits like a glove
I raise my glass, and drink to your pleasure
And search for vital signs, on this island of treasure
Just us spinning, on a wheel, blade against the steel
When need be
I lurk in the shadows and grow towards the light
I come into town, all dapper and fine
Standing in the shallows, casting out our lines
Reeling in the slack, reaping our time
Singing, and dancing, for everyone, … for you, for me, to see
When need be
In the clamour of the day, in the candour of the night
Stretching to its measure, or curling up so tight
With method or with madness, in sickness or in health
Weaving our webs, investing our wealth
Or the circles, of your memory, spreading suddenly
When need be
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7. |
Telling It Like It Is
04:45
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Telling it like it is
When all is said and done, the race all run
Who gets to lose, I’ll let you choose
Amongst the ruins, we pick out our things
Sharpening our knives, untangling our strings
Down there, the promises we make are the promises that we break
Some kind of test, like DNA
Conditions prevail, conditions all the way
Clinging to curves, on the edge of a knife
We ransacked our youth, looking for strife
Spilling out, choking on words that come out, to startle even us
Telling it like it is
Everybody says, what they feel
And in the end, it’s all so real
Dress it in a song, hang it out to dry
Nail it to the wall, take it all the way
To fall in step, to claim the prize, if there really is one for this
Telling it like it is
Clinging to the curves
A question of nerve
You stay where you belong
Now you see it, now it’s gone
At the edge of your smile
As we walk a golden mile
Never right and never wrong
It doesn’t matter in a song
Tell them they got it wrong
The pain won’t last for long
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8. |
On The Edge Of Town
04:46
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On the edge of town
Are we blind, are we, b-l-i-n-d
The footholds we find, just by accident
Or is it a miracle, an m-i-r-a-c-l-e
Is it a miracle, I can’t decide
All in good time, all in good time
We run wild, and stick together
All down the line, all down the line,
All down the line on the edge of town
In the kitchen, in the kitchen
We sit around, strumming chords and
Sometimes a tear, sometimes a tear
Sometimes a tear is shed on the edge of town
Well, we empty bottles, we empty bottles
Sometimes it's too much, other times not enough
Don't ask me why, don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why on the edge of town
I say, hey there, top it up before it runs out
Hey there, on the edge of town
I say, hey there, pick it up and then put it down
Hey there, on the edge of town
That old dirt road, the washing on the ground
And the dogs barking, it leads nowhere
And the baby crying, the little baby crying
My baby crying on the edge of town
Well, I see the way, I see the way
It don't look so easy, but we’re going there anyway
We're in no hurry, we’re in no hurry
We’re in no hurry on the edge of town
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9. |
Under Every Stone
04:52
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Under every stone
My heart is full, my hand unsteady
Of things to come, I guess I’m ready
Idylls and icons, draw me on
Leaning forwards, on the back of a song
Time marches on, apparently waits for no-one
Not beautiful losers, or elusive muses
Sisters and brothers, in the company of the others
What do they know, what do they know
What do they know? Do they see
This light, this light you see
This light pouring out of me
Am I right, am I doing OK
Will I make it through anyway
Day in and day out, trying to make a living
Giving to those who take, take from those giving
Do you have a faith, do you hear them calling
Try to spell it out, try to spell it out
Try to spell it out, quickly as I’m falling
Been looking under every stone
Some things buried, and some things blown
Been thinking of my sisters and brothers
You know how much, I appreciate the others
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10. |
Wishing Well
04:36
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Wishing Well
Running like a fool coz I got work to do
All hands on deck, head tangled up in blue
Just one cigarette or a perfunctory kiss
They'll just have to wait till I finish with this
Wish me well, I wish you well
I got to thinking about you and I got work to do
Shoes to heel and karts to wheel and fires to put out too
Then looking out the window, it is plain to see
That infinite distraction, has a hold on me
Urge me on, I urge you on
Then we go down to the wishing well, outta town, to the wishing well
Don't get angry now, I got work to do
It'll all make perfect sense you'll see when I'm thru
Got to improvise and economise, and balance the books
And wishing all the time is not as easy as it looks
Wish me well, I wish you well
Then we go down to the wishing well, outta town, to the wishing well
There we dwell at the wishing well, and there we fell into that wishing well
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Peter Loveday Barcelona
Peter Loveday was born and grew up in Toowoomba, Australia. He was active in a number of bands in the early Brisbane post- punk scene, such as The Supports and Birds of Tin, followed by Tiny Town, based in London in the '80s. He continues to record and perform in his hometown, Barcelona. ... more
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