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Skyroads
02:41
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The stories that you're about to hear
Collected over 30,000 years
Narratives that function on a never-ending loop
We're all made of flesh and blood, that much is clear
From summer limbs to golden rings
The construction of a pipeline dream
The fragile line between life and death
Or the absence of a theme
The power of the mind, and the places it can go
We ain't got no money, but we got a lotta soul
Skyroads are the way out at the end of a long hard day
Close your weary eyes and let them carry you away
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2. |
Tex Rexson
05:35
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Is this the end?
Your knees are dancing, you know you can't pretend
The world turns monochrome
Suddenly you're utterly alone
Desperate for a place that no one goes
Somewhere no one knows
Let's go
Beneath the callous eyes
Though you want to criticise, there is a broken man
That he's trying to hide
He pictures her face
The sullen, guilty look
The tragic fall from grace
Something that he can't forget
A place they never went
Let's go
The bitterness it is no masquerade
The vindictive sheriff was not born but made
Thought she was good, thought she was pure
He thought she was faithful and true
But, honestly, between me and you
This was not a girl you would introduce to your mother
Kinda girl who would not hesitate to double-cross her own brother
She was a girl you ought to be wary with
Kinda girl you do not persevere with
And she was never gonna see it through
It's true
Never was annihilation he was planning
And with a little insight, and a little understanding, I think
You'll comprehend
Under the neon of the cold suburban West
He drew his revolver and he aimed it at her chest
Indigo streetlight illuminates his face
As he reaches for sweet redemption's embrace
In a moment so laughably tender
Death in all it's splendour
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3. |
Cowboys & Indians
06:03
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The year was 87', world was ours to take
Anything we didn't have, we'd just create
Billy was a warrior, a champion of life
That's how I know he will survive
We talked of climbing mountains, kissing girls and breaking hearts
That cheeky grin was always just the start
When the real world was boring, we built one for ourselves
How I wish things were still so simple now
Billy was the cowboy, while I carried the bow
We battled in the sand dunes til' the sun was sailin' low
I could never ever beat him, he was always just too fast
But on that summer's night, hidden in the dark
My time had come at last
He was my best friend, never double cross his mate
Til' that disco in the spring of 98'
I had my heart set on her, Billy knew that for a fact
As he kissed her, I swore I'd get him back
We talked of wasting money, drinkin' piss and smokin' darts
Driving miles to nowhere in his car
When the real world was boring, we looked for an escape
Never gave a second thought to temptin' fate
Billy was the cowboy, while I carried the bow
We battled in the sand dunes til' the sun was sailing low
I crept out from the shadows, I didn't make a sound
The birds came to a halt, deadly silence all around
Billy hit the ground
The years flew by as always, cut our hair we both got jobs
Bid our childish games a sweet so long
Billy stayed on with her. They had kids, they built a home
Began to wish I had one of my own
Billy was a doctor, I worked my trade from home
I went to fix his shower and I found her home alone
I don't know how it happened, it's too late for all that now
He turned to the bottle and he never turned back round
An arrow in the back, Billy hit the ground
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4. |
Halfway to Nothing
04:38
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Help has arrived from the other side of the world in the form of the Anzacs
The Australian and New Zealand Army Corps are fit, eager, and ready to get on with the job at hand
They are dangerously angered at this menace to our free world, and will fight to the last man to defeat the enemies of our king
The Anzacs are ready!
~~~
Inside I'm halfway to nothing
My fingers white, they're shaking and fumbling
God's siren callin', callin' my name
Bodies silent staring me in the face, okay
Okay now, the gauntlet has been laid now
Okay
Wasteland of human condition
Soil painted, with rivers of crimson
Banshee shells shrieking, shrieking my name
Forgotten bloodlust, we trudge into the fray, okay
Okay, this will not be in vein they say
They say
My turn to fuckin' pick up the pieces
So long to the touch of a woman in the weekend
My girl she longin', longin' for days
Now's not the time but the coming of age, alright
Alright, hey the future it don't look so bright
It don't look so bright
Time's past, mind's on a train with St. Peter
Last call for life sounds on the receiver
Next level still has not been completed
Another young life stopped and deleted, oh well
Oh well, oh well
Another story for you to tell
Another martyr for you to sell
Oh, well, oh well
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So they say you've been using my name in vain
Small town girl behaving like a bad cliche
On top of that, dead leaves trying to dance in a summer breeze
Now this I do not need.
Seems the only thing round here in vogue are the dreams that have been sold
So long
My time here is done
Move on
But the shackles they run deep
Far beyond the company I keep
If you're gone too long they'll hunt you down
It ain't easy but it can be beat
We sensed a clear lack of style, so we grabbed the reins and made for northern lights without a sound
So long
I think my time here's done
Gotta move on
We drunk the Spanish sky
We made the French girls smile
When we got home, we lay down on the porch
We lit a cigarette, threw the ducks some stale bread
Tried to recall what we were lookin' for
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6. |
Anatta
07:05
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One small step for man
One giant leap for man's mind
The infinite search for the key to man's life
For a path that feels right
To ensure he leaves something behind
After all, what really happens when a man dies
~~~
There's 5 maybe 6 of us
7 maybe 10 of us
Maybe they should send a bus for us
We've been stuck behind these walls
For 7 years without a doubt
Anton, you've got to let us out
We need a change of clothes
The echoes behind these walls
Are driving us insane, please let us out
20 maybe 23
There could be 34 of us
Maybe they should send a bus for us
The last thing I remember
Is embracing sweet surrender
Anton, you've got to let us out
20 maybe 23
There could be 34 of us
Maybe they should send a bus for us
It's dull in here at times I've found
They are the most peculiar crowd
Then suddenly, we all begin to sing
Nobody speaks a word to me
But we harmonise like sand and sea
(This is where we'll be)
So many different tones collide
I'll be here til' the day I die
(This is where we'll be)
One day the new ones will arrive
The cycle will be realised
(This is where we'll be)
This is where we'll be (x 4)
61, maybe 76
There could be 88 of us
I don't know why I put up such a fuss
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