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Green Light
03:04
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I was a mixed up child, I’d cry
Always feeling thirsty
To drink some neighbour’s fountain dry
Ever since my birthday
Forever dreaming up ideals
Always painting pictures
Of where I’m going, never knowing
When being too ambitious
But if you wanna love me, please do
If you wanna hold me – why
That would be something
Something real
Just give me a green light
Now I’m a lonely guy, if only
I could feel completed
And those who know me say I’m slowly
Becoming a defeatist
But if you wanna love me, please do
If you wanna hold me – why
That would be something
Something real
Just give me a green light
If you wanna love me – well
If you wanna hold me – why
That would be something
Something real
Just give me a green light
Come clip my wings with a lover’s touch
Show me satisfaction
Lock me to the rails insomuch
As I can channel in this passion
But if you wanna love me, please do
If you wanna hold me – why
That would be something
Something real
Just give me a green light
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Amy
04:27
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While I still face a hunger
For a million, for a million years
Though I've still got the taste of
The kisses and the tears
And the shame for all the cheating
Is recognised as mine
Oh, Amy. Amy, Amy
May you forever walk in beauty, child
While I'm still plagued by daggers
That the devil, that the devil hones
And I still live on wasteland
With no mailbox and no 'phones
Where aeroplanes show fear of landing
And motor cars can't drive
Oh, Amy. Amy, Amy
May you forever walk in beauty, child
While I still face a hunger
For a million, for a million years
Though I've still got the taste of
The kisses and the tears
And the shame for all the cheating
Is recognised as mine
Oh, Amy. Amy, Amy
May you forever walk in beauty, child
Oh, Amy. Amy, Amy
May you forever walk in beauty, child
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3. |
Black Ice, Black Tie
04:39
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Black ice, black tie. Where have you gone?
Why did you leave when you were so young?
All those harsh words, I regurgitate
That I pitched and I spat. Apologies must wait
How your heart bled down the side of your sleeve
You were always yourself, strong and sincere
Sincere and strong, words that I choose
To capture the brightness and what I liked in you
I guess I'm wanting to say
One moon, one day
When I've blown this away
I'll be meaning to try
To find you. You know I'll
Endeavour to find some way
Black ice, black tie. The thief in the morning
Overworked all night, heard the wrong number call
Your new found love shakes at some cage
With memories for bars, chains wrought from rage
I guess I'm wanting to say
One moon, one day
When I've blown this away
I'll be meaning to try
To find you. You know I'll
Endeavour to find some way
Wish I could hurt you today
To say sorry then tomorrow
I never meant, I never meant
I never meant to cause you sorrow
Me and beer, me and booze, are like onions and knifes
We never did quite mix without making someone cry
All those harsh words, I regurgitate
That I pitched and I spat. Apologies must wait
Apologies must wait
Apologies must wait
I guess I'm wanting to say
One moon, one day
When I've blown this away
I'll be meaning to try
To find you. You know I'll
Endeavour to find some way
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4. |
Any Reason
02:33
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Crooning Joe
Sang “Delilah” at the village shows
But now he can’t remember how it goes
Or any reason why he might have even liked it
Crazy Jane
Danced her way through weeknight cabarets
But now she can’t remember her own name
Or any reason why she might have been excited
Poland
Points a finger at a dying man
Records of a Nazi Kommandant
Who took away 200 lives can now be cited
Ninety-one
In a nursing home in Angaston
Although he can’t remember anyone
He has many reasons why he might be so indicted
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5. |
Returning of the Native
02:58
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Reached a nerve, reached the might
That doused the fire and doused the light
Heard cries of mothers under stones
Broken souls, broken bones
Felt the hunger, felt the lash
Tasted blood, tasted grass
Saw young daughters sold for flour
Childhood wane by the hour
Bought our way across Pakistan
To Allahabad and Thailand
Worked our way down through Sumatra
Took a beat-up boat out of eastern Java
Drifted through the Timor Sea
Lifted by the joy of the family
Finding that feeling of elation
As our hands touched the soil of a better nation
But the hell of a desert cell
The cut of the razor wire!
My lips are itching, still, from the stitching
The screams of the hunger choir!
Not much more to say
From the floor of an Afghan gaol
A country dedicated
To the returning of the native
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6. |
Wildcat Rose
03:46
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Wildcat Rose from a broken home
You loved him once before, that was enough
Left a man with a heavy hand
And a library of lies and crimes
Broke the reigns to be free again
You look around; you feel you've lost your friends
A child in arms left to a mother's charms
Left out in the cold alone
Everybody told her she'd be foolish to descend
But Rose she fell off her beaten track once again
Some friends shy, some feel somehow they have to try
To make you realise what that man can do
He'll hold your dreams locked, unseen
And scar your days with pain
Everybody told her she'd be foolish to descend
But Rose she fell off her beaten track once again
Wildcat Rose from a broken home
When will you realise?
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Bang, Bang, You're Dead
02:57
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Blue force versus red
Cowboys versus Injuns
Everyone knows they're just games
Except young Kevin James
"Bang, bang you're dead!"
Seem more than plastic swords
More than sticks in the quiver
Yells at the kids who are not
Staying down when shot
"Bang, bang you're dead!"
Trains his rifle on the park
Crossbow on the neighbour's window
Like the many times he's played
At the video arcade
"Bang, bang you're dead!"
Getting better everyday
At different ways to say
"Bang, bang you're dead!"
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If mass media disaster
Isn’t what you’re after
From your evening news
If government elation
At an increasing population
Has you all bemused
If not being a lover
Of Survivor or Big Brother
Makes others think that you’re mad
And obsession with ECONOMY
Feels awfully like sodomy
Things are looking pretty bad
Find your feet
It’s time to start walking
I see the world getting stupider everyday
Might as well move to South West Jupiter right away
Hitting me straight between the eyes
So crazy
Standing here on the inside feeling outside
If you feel no passion
For the latest fashion
In summer trench coats
Your politicians find their policies
In Hollywood comedies
But still get the votes
A great sense of deflation
At each state of the nation
Public address
And if the latest war
Looks like one you’ve seen before
Well what does that suggest?
Find your words
It’s time to start talking
I see the world getting stupider everyday
Might as well move to South West Jupiter right away
Hitting me straight between the eyes
So crazy
Standing here on the inside feeling outside
Show hands for the counting, show faces for the tide
Show voices for the shouting, show numbers on my side
I see the world getting stupider everyday
Might as well move to South West Jupiter right away
Hitting me straight between the eyes
So crazy
Standing here on the inside feeling outside
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Anderson, of a Painter Sydney, Australia
Anderson, of a Painter is the solo recording and performing persona of singer-songwriter guitarist Mike
Davies.
The work of Anderson, of a Painter sparks from various literature and musical inspirations, and comes through in the form of contemporary folk and sometimes quirky acoustic guitar-based songs.
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