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Dover Street
04:16
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What you want, yeah I don’t understand
Got a jug of whiskey, let’s drink it down
You used to hit it hard but now you’re layin’ around
Rile you up, take you down
Don’t you tell me what I’m not supposed to do
Have another drink, or maybe two
I wanna show you how but I’m not the one
Drink all night, see the sun
Hey - don’t think you’re tryin’
Yeah - do you think I’m lyin’
You don’t wanna come along
And I don’t wanna be your dog
Well I gotta come around I can’t stand it no more
Turn the music up and baby lock the door
Smash a few bottles on the kitchen floor
I gotta come around tonight
Fourteen days by my brother’s side
Drinkin’ lots of rum will make me feel alright
Tell me a little more of what it’s like
To be free
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World Corp
03:40
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I got told by the man in black
To keep my eyes on the road, my foot on the gas
I don’t know nothing – that’s what I’ll say
When they come around askin’ what went on that day
Can’t lock me up
Can’t stop me now I’ve been running far too long
I’m packin’ up
I’ve run amok in this city far too long
Incriminating files on a floppy disc
I got my face drawn up on the wanted list
They don’t know nothing
Yeah that’s what they say when they come around askin’ what went on that day
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Devil Man
03:49
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Oh girl try to talk to me but something just get in the way
My mind’s on a ball and chain no I hardly even know my name
Oh this man got a grip on my soul no he just won’t give me a chance
That devil keep hangin’ around, got me spinning out in a trance
The devil man don’t wanna let go
I gotta get in my car and drive
The devil man ain’t gonna let go
I gotta let it all out tonight
Oh somebody crossed the line I gotta get myself back on track
Man sitting on my shoulder says he’s never gonna hold back
Oh you bring me to my knees and my face in the palm of my hands
This is what you do to a man but you just couldn’t give a damn
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Hand Made [Part 1]
02:53
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Saved my money for the harder days
I spent it all on my wicked ways
Lord give me something to put my mind at ease
I grabbed a bottle of that Tennessee
Walked down to the field at morn’
Bust the hinges off that old door
Smoke stack square bottle of rust
Cigar box and a whole lotta dust
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Hand Made [Part 2]
04:46
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One path to follow, one road to take
One thing in my possession and one day
Called up an old friend, said it’s been too long
Wise man left something in my name – and he said
It’s hand made, from your harder days
Man-made, from your wicked ways
I gotta get out of these concrete walls
I’ve got to free my mind, and my soul
Put on my old clothes, and untie my hands
Gotta meet my friend in the city
Who says he’s got a plan that’s hand made
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Broke Bottle Blues
06:22
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Wake up at quarter to five I’ve got mud on my shoes
Lay down in the gutter with my broke bottle blues
Then I get up in morning with the sun on my back
Think about you darling and I come crawling back
Shouting out your name in the dark when I’ve got some
Broke bottle
Screaming it out ‘cos I just can’t stand
Broke bottle blues
The dogs come running when I’m all alone
They’ve been sniffing me out yeah since I’ve been gone
Lay awake at night just staring into the sky
Take another swig and I wonder am I living a lie
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Mara
02:49
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Boundless Plains
03:29
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Run out the back door – just keep on running
Turn the corner, and don’t look back
The boundless plains, land of the free
Completely blind to the hypocrisy
One nation rules all lives
And try to cover our eyes
Poison the mind with lies
One nation’s own
Out on the oceans lost in the sea
Out in the desert on bended knee
Put down the spade, take off your masks
You’ve lost your way you’ve got to give it back now
You’re stuck feeding murderers plans
Eyes closed from your political stance
But you’ve got their blood on your hands
More blood spread across their lands
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Moonshine
03:48
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I’m comin’ around just to waste my time
I’m sitting down ‘cos I’ve lost my mind
Just give me a call on the moonshine
Just give me a call
Don’t tell me what to do with my money
Don’t tell me what to do with my time
I’ve got a bottle just for myself
Make it last for a while
I’m strumming aloud just to rattle my cage
If Tom Waits taught me somethin’ it’s to bottle my rage
Take it out at night and drink it under the sky
Gonna break that bottle baby don’t ask why
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Take It Slow
04:36
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Take it slow tonight, my mind’s still shaken
Don’t feel anything at all
Pass the pulling tide, whatever it’s worth
You’ve fallen for somebody
Taking it slow tonight
Don’t break down
Cold sweat at night
We’re taking it slow tonight
Take all your money, down that hill
Can’t buy your way out of this
Take that forty-five, and don’t look back
Your train’s coming soon enough
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Feelin' Down
05:23
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You said you’re going away
Said you’re leaving town
I ain’t got no company
Don’t even know how
Got yourself a man, got another job
I got a stick, I got a dog
That’s all I need when I’m feelin’ down
She took all I got
Y’know she took it away
I’m heading back to my old friend
I got a place to stay
What’s yours is yours
What’s mine is too
Knew from the start, you weren’t true
And once again – babe I’ve got them blues
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Gotta Live
04:52
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Wo’oh
Now you know I gotta live
Wo’oh
Girl you know I gotta try
I’m livin’ on the back of a run-in
I’ve got you just where I want
One shot and I’m waiting for the feeling
Look around just to see what I’ve got
Keep moving with my eyes half-shot
Keep running just to know it won’t stop
Got my ear to the ground at the railway
Hear the thunder that’s rolling on by
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Sail
04:16
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14. |
Just A Little
08:00
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I feel, just a little bit
Like I’m stuck going round and round
I think, just a little bit
Not enough to stop me getting out
I’m sick, yeah I’m sick of it
Sick of working just to work it all out
You need, just a little bit
A little more from me every last time
Why don’t you look around
Just a little bit
Before you hit the ground
Just a little bit – before we work it all out
I smoke, just a little bit
Not enough to keep you out of my brain
I drink, just a little bit
Not enough to stop me going insane
You talk, just a little bit
Not enough to let the truth come out
I’ve had, just enough of it
Reality is making up my mind
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Filthy Lucre Adelaide, Australia
Filthy Lucre are a duo set to challenge the limits of how big a band can sound with only two members. Taking inspiration from both delta blues and heavy desert rock, the fuzz-soaked riffs will have you wondering if it’s the eras of Muddy Waters or the Californian desert rock scene of the 90’s you’re being drawn back to. ... more
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