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That's Love For You
02:27
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That’s Love For You
Hearts as empty as graves, waiting to be filled
With something that nobody has, cause nobody feels
Around here
Lives as empty as shells, out on a beach
Where the wind, it don’t ever stop, blowin’ yr name
Ringing like bells
Nobody feels around here (x2)
Anymore
And it hurts, when I miss you like I do
But I guess that’s nothing new, that’s love for you
That’s love for you
Lives as empty as shells, out on a beach
Where the wind, it don’t ever stop, blowin’ yr name
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2. |
Hallelujah
03:22
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Hallelujah
Stuck up on the mountain, with nowhere left to run
The past is closing in on me and I’m barely hangin’ on
Some say I’m dreamer, that I’m my father’s son
I twist and turn just like I’m dodging bullets from a gun
Hallelujah, I can feel it in my blood
And it feels like a faith running through my veins
Like a freight train or a flood
One time I was standing, on top of the Story Bridge
Drunk and high with a friend of mine, and we stood out on the edge
Well he died two years later, travelling back home
The last thing that I said to him was “I’ll see you later on”
Hallelujah
I can feel it in my blood
And it feels like a faith running through my veins
Like a freight train or a flood
So meet me on the highway, we’ll ride out on the sun
Without a thought to what we were or what we could have done
One day they will find us, etched out in the stone
I’ve traced my fingers through those words one day I’ll make my own
Hallelujah
I can feel it in my blood
And it feels like a faith running through my veins
Like a freight train or a flood
Hallelujah
I can feel it in my blood
And it feels like a faith running through my veins
Like a freight train or a flood
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3. |
Pretty Thing
03:28
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PRETTY THING
Here she comes, howling thru the city like a hurricane
Burning up the night like a fever
When all I wanna do is see her rain
See her eyes, dancin’ when she smiles at me oh lord
Holdin my hand like it’s everything
You know she opens me up like a door
Cryin’ won’t you take me with you one more time
Cryin’ won’t you take me with you one more time
Pretty thing.
In the night, movin’ like a heartache I drag my feet
Searching out the faces on every street
You know I’m dying not to feel so blue
Loneliness, dogs me like a shadow I just can’t shake
Comes flooding like a river right through my veins
And drags me bleedin’ through the street again
Cryin’ won’t you take me with you one more time
Cryin’ won’t you take me with you one more time
Pretty thing.
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4. |
Let Me In
02:47
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Let Me In
Don’t give me the same old blues
Don’t give me the same old looks
As yesterday
As yesterday
Don’t give me the same old news
Don’t give me the same worn out shoes
To walk down these roads with you
To climb up these same tired old hills with you
‘cause we don’t have to fight
But we don’t have to see eye to eye, all the time
Whoa, let me in, let me in, to your heart
Whoa, let me in, let me in, to your arms
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5. |
The Paramount
07:35
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The Paramount (It’s Hard To Be Alone)
There’s a vacancy down at the Paramount
It seems that Marty has checked out, he’s gone home
Room 414, there ain’t nothing left to see,
Just a bible on the table and a rosary, ain’t nothing there
And the silence of the night is broken by the wind
Moaning like a prayer
The traffic is so thick tonight
Canning Town in the south
Everybody’s heading home for the weekend
The bars are filling up along the strip, everybody’s dancing and drinkin She can taste his kisses in her mouth
And late at night, when the crowds thin out,
That’s when she misses him the most
And it’s hard sometimes, to be alone
An old lady sits alone in the night
As the lamp is burning, low she reaches for the telephone
It’s hard to be alone
She had someone once but now they’re gone
And when she wakes alone sometimes, in the middle of the night She wonders how she’ll keep on going
And when you wake alone sometimes, in the middle of the night,
Do you wonder how you’ll keep on going?
And it’s hard sometimes, to be alone
Rpt
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6. |
95 South
03:18
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95 South
We took the 95 south through Georgia to FLA.
The band was in good spirits and ready to play
We lost a bag of blow on the stripclub floor that night
Shots ringing out in the woods in broad daylight
You’re either ready to roll over or you’re ready to fight
Well we knocked ‘em dead in Gainsville that Friday
Spent the night in the flatlands, down Williston way
And I swear there were ghosts out in them woods
But everybody was drinking and feeling good.
In St Augustine they all came out to play
They lit a fire out back to keep the cold at bay
Folks came and stood and stared into the flames
Nobody understood a word that I was saying
So I bid them all goodnight and walked away
It seems loneliness is a friend of mine these days
I never could get that used to the south
There never was enough up and down
So I headed north for a different point of view
Where the sun was shining warm and the sky was blue
But like a train I just wanted to keep rolling through
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7. |
August
03:56
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August
The changing of the season brings a wind
And it’s constant like the tattoo on her skin
It blows in from the western side of town, and brings me down
Comes through these walls I built
The ferris wheel has rolled back into town
Candy cane and dodgem cars and knock ‘em downs.
But the people here all look about as lonely as I feel.
Oh it’s lonely without you here
By my side oh Dear
It’s lonely without you here, by my side
I miss you dear
And the rain’s reflecting on the exit sign
If I keep on driving will I seek will I find?
Or get lost in the night?
Yesterday they pulled the wheel down
And my heart’s just the vacant lot, with litter on the ground
And that west wind keeps on blowin mean, it’s moanin’ in my ear
It’s lonely without youhere
By my side oh Dear
It’s lonely without you here, by my side
It’s lonely without you here, by myside
I miss you dear
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Highway Song Part 2
Out on the highway to the tune of the dying sun
I drive fuelled by the hopes that I have
And as the evening comes down, and sings me her song
I cry won’t you take me home now
As I see them planes a flyin’ overhead
I don’t ask myself no more to where they’re sent
My heart is safe and sound firmly on the ground
Cryin’ I have finally found you now
When loves a stranger, she’ll come to town
Break your heart, spin your head around
Ride your horses into the ground
Then she’ll leave you a king without a crown,
Beaten up and broken down
Late that night the empty bottle rolls
Somewhere the midnight bell tolls
Of fair weather or warning I just do not know
I cry won’t you take me home now
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9. |
Frank's Song
06:43
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Frank’s Song
Frank he arm-wrestled a guy at the liquor store
He turned down a hundred bucks, but he beat him for sure
The guy said he hadn’t been beat for 20 years or more
And they laughed as they left, shaking hands as they walked out the door
Well Ian’s talking slow about a stripper, he paid 30 bucks for
He smiles and says when he was younger…but now he ain’t so sure
He takes another mouthful of beer, and he swings in his chair
And just for a moment the 3 of us we don’t have a care
And the big city she rides like a horse through the night sky
Her tail blazing stardust behind
And there’s poetry out on these streets, in the lives that we write
Down at The Saloon, The Bachelors are fillin’ up the dance floor
The singer he stands 6 foot 3, and he seems pretty damn sure
Of himself and his looks, and his pin-tie and his cowboy hat too
All the people are dancing and clappin’, and stamping their shoes
And the big city she rides like a horse through the night sky
Her tail blazing stardust behind
And there’s poetry out on these streets
In the lives that we write
Solo
And I hold dear these memories, like a candle to the damn night
Cause a life it don’t seem like it’s worth much, with nobody to light And the nights (they) get lonely, and the days sometimes too
But I’ll hold you my friend like a brother, if you need me to.
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Phil Smith Brisbane, Australia
I'm a singer-songwriter based in Tasmania, Australia. Inspired by the likes of Springsteen, Dylan, Neil Young and Van Morrison to name a few, I write songs based on my version of events. I'm learning about my craft all the time, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've just completed my 5th album, Into The Night, and will be going back into the studio in October to start on album #6. x ... more
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