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An Algorithm Said
02:57
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Monday
Went to see about a loan
Was told to go back home
There's a URL you know
So Tuesday
Punched my details in online
And in 2 minutes' time
An email said I was declined
Maybe past my earning prime?
Old and getting complicated?
Been divorced 3 times?
Maybe
Madly
Sadly that's it
An algorithm said I didn't fit
Wednesday
Bought some gardening supplies
A couple of new toys
Great bulk discounts applied
Thursday
The SWAT team came to call
By kicking down my door
Thought I was planning to bomb the mall
Planning nothing like that at all
But the fertiliser, fireworks
The petrol and the drone
Had tagged me, nabbed me
A profile fit
An algorithm said something's amiss
Friday
Went out and hit the town
Feeling the wrong way round
Then I saw Sophie from Southdown
Saturday morning
Woke to calipers on my nose
Micrometer on my toes
Typing measurements in her phone
By the time I got back home
She'd text to say that her and I
Were not a golden ratio
Unlikely to marry
Sadly that's it
An algorithm said we didn't fit
Madly, sadly that's it
An algorithm said we didn't fit
Madly, sadly that's it
An algorithm said we didn't fit
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2. |
Until I've Found My Man
04:01
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I trained to be a sailor
Travelling the seas
With angels
Watching over me
Asking lots of questions
Finding the right land
Said "I'll never stop travelling
Until I've found my man"
I drove across the country
After visiting most
Of the cities
And the towns along the coast
I was finally directed
To the village where I stand
With still a lot of work to do
Until I've found my man
A little boy by the river
His sister in the street
A shelter from the freezing rain
A popular bag of sweets
Could you choose
Or did you feel compelled?
He drinks in the hotel
On the corner by the bank
Casually
(I've planned this in advance)
I walk in through the door
And look to shake his hand
And I stick the knife between his ribs
Now I've found my man
I stick the knife between his ribs
And whisper
Now I've found my man
For the little boy by the river
For his sister in the street
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3. |
Come On Baby
03:02
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Come on Baby, up and go
Let's get out of town
(Before the police start shutting it down)
Come on Baby, travel light
Who needs all this stuff?
(Not when we might end up sleeping rough)
Come on Baby, come on Baby
Come on Baby, I can drive
I'll take the scenic roads
(Where the cops are less likely to go)
Come on Baby, hold my hand
We'll go hit the coast
(Just in case we'll be needing a boat)
Come on Baby, come on Baby
This Adelaide lady of mine
She's a peach!
With deep blue eyes
And a perfect smile
I woke up screaming, dreaming last night
She was bloody
In the flashing lights
I couldn't make it right
Come on Baby, up and go
Let's get out of town
(Before the police start shutting it down)
Come on Baby, travel light
Who needs all this stuff?
(Not when we might end up sleeping rough)
Come on Baby, come on Baby
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4. |
Ask For Angela
02:19
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Just ask for Angela
If something is wrong
She's never far away
Or takes very long
She'll help raise a smile
You'll feel less alone
Just ask for Angela
She'll help get you home
20 years ago
It was a different time
With different attitudes
People felt expected to
Hide away
But not anymore
Don't hide away
Just ask for Angela
If something's not right
Don't feel you have to stay
Or put up a fight
She's never too far
She'll be right along
Just ask for Angela
If something is wrong
If something is wrong
If something is wrong
Just ask for Angela
If something is wrong
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5. |
The Strongest Life
03:09
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Amy's got a lot on her hands
Amy's got a lot on her hands
For sure
Amy's got her work cut out
Amy's got her work cut out
For sure
Every ornamental vine, every succulent she finds
Every orchard tree from a germinating seed
Has the strongest life
They could ever have
Amy's got a lot on her hands
Amy's got a lot on her hands
For sure
Amy's got her work cut out
Amy's got her work cut out
For sure
Every rescued cat and dog, every local banjo frog
Every kangaroo, sulphur-crested cockatoo
Has the strongest life
They could ever have
Amy's got a lot on her hands
Amy's got a lot on her hands
For sure
Amy's got her work cut out
Amy's got her work cut out
For sure
I haven't grown up yet, lots of key things I forget
Even though I still can't lose the weekly Sunday blues
I have the strongest life
I have the longest life
I could ever have
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6. |
The Legacy Fallacy
04:25
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If in the end I lie with no one
That's ok
Not one personal possession
I could give away
Wouldn't mean my life was loveless
Absent of friends
Treasure-less and empty
Beginning to the end
If I wane away in winter
That's alright
In the gloomiest and coldest
And darkest of nights
Wouldn't mean I hadn't flowered
Many years in spring
Never had a bright day
Or brought some light to shadowed things
How do you want to be remembered?
What would you like people to say
About you
For decades to come
After your last day?
Will it work out that way?
Legacy
A fallacy I say
What matters are the nudges
I gave along the way
Little things I did for people
Even though they may not know
Little things I did for culture
Even though they may not show
As far as audits go
Even though they may not show
Even though they may not know
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7. |
Just Little Things
03:40
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Does the moon I gaze upon
Look the same to you
Or is sunlight in your eyes
Where you stand?
Do the laws within this country
Still apply to you
Or are you living
in a different sovereign land?
Yes I ask
But answers I'm not seeking
They're just little things
That creep in every day
Is this lightning bright with you
Does the thunder follow quickly
Or is it just a forecast storm
That didn't show?
The rain comes down
Or has it eased for hours
After watering the flowers
That you grow?
Yes I ask
But answers I'm not seeking
They're just little things
That creep in every day
Time can't heal all wounds, life's too short
Too soon I'll just leave behind these lines
A lap dog is yapping
In a garden down the street
Can you hear a neighbour's patience
Getting strained?
My front steps are creaking
There's a knock upon the door
Do your knuckles rap on timber
That I stained?
Yes I ask
But answers I'm not seeking
They're just little things
That creep in every day
Yes I ask
But answers I'm not seeking
They're just little things
That creep in every day
They're just little things
That creep in every day
They're just little things
That creep in every day
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8. |
Nightland
04:37
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Tin-kicking
Rail-licking
Fire-lighting
Street-fighting
Hard-drinking
Pint-sinking
Chain-smoking
Bad-joking
Feel the wheels turning slowly now
Nightland
Feel the wheels turning slowly now
Nightland
Good partner
Bad partner
Good parent
Bad parent
Work ethic
Pathetic
PC
All company
Feel the wheels turning slowly now
Nightland
Feel the wheels turning slowly now
Nightland
Feel the wheels turning faster now
Nightland
Feel the wheels turning faster now
Nightland
Days and nights, and 13 moons
And 4 seasons
Some get few while others a little more
And some of us get to
Look on when they go
Joints aching
Mind aching
Supernova
Hangover
Ex-smoker
Tee-totaller
Vegetarian
Octogenarian
Feel the wheels turning faster now
Nightland
Feel the wheels turning faster now
Nightland
Tired of this endless spin
Reunite me with my kin
Nightland
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Clouds hang heavy on Pendarren Street
Where little children play, the world at their feet
'Til the hiders and seekers are all called in to eat
Cars crowd the street and the houses so clean
In modern makeup look like prime property
Near the Rhymney River clear of heavy industry
TV chatter drafts through the open front door
Of the house where my mother was born
And her father wrote stories of the mines and the wars
Where kids now tell mother
There's some stranger who stares
With tears in his eyes
And hands in his pockets
Where their wide-eyed faces
Now leave the windows
And the door shuts with a frown
On a garden of roses
I close my eyes and feel the passing of years
And smell the coal dust as the cars disappear
And a black and white movie becomes re-released
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10. |
Shania Waits
03:11
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If you wanna leave then come
When she comes home he turns
When he's asleep she yearns
Thinks of sunlight
Thinks of flower
Thinks of friends and how they chatted for hours
Thinks of love
When she's alone she comes
When we're alone we run
Through the markets
Through the strangers
Two lovers unaware there's a danger
At the movies
In the subway
Or walking through the door of a cafe
He'll be there
He'll be watching
He'll be baiting
He'd have sent out all his spies and they're waiting
In the shade
Now everybody's got a dream
Shania waits
Says she'll wait until the moment comes
Everybody's got a dream
Shania waits one more time
Thinks of shelter
Thinks of violence
Thinks of bruises and the screams and the silence
Thinks of moonlight
Thinks of power
Thinks of seconds through to minutes and hours
Thinks of haven
Thinks of leaving
Turns a corner as she's dropping the keys in
In a drain
When she comes round it's late but
When she comes round it's made
I've been waiting
Now I'm listening
Now I'm looking at her eyes and they're glistening
But she's here
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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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