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Golden Hour
03:13
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Well I don’t mind lying
Low in the summer
I’m hiding out
In a country town
Well I might die trying
Not to blow my cover
I’m skulking round
Back roads at night
But any blow-in they’ll accept
Just kick a goal straight off the bench
I’ve got my corner stool at the bar
Seven pots of heavy deep
And it’s the cocky’s shout
His old man called him Jack Death
The young bloke
Went and rolled his ute down the Mad Mile
Now he’s stumped since he blew bad breath
Local names go back for generations
Worked their lives in dirt and dust
My hands show I’ve never done an honest day
They ask me how I earn a crust
Distant tractors grumble
A light drift of ester
Lace curtains drawn
On the Golden Hour
Yeah the sun keeps pounding
My weatherboard enclosure
In this paradise
I’m gonna do my time
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White Army
05:50
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Guard the fire station
Take 300 rounds
The Major said ‘tonight boys
An uprising's going down’
Well the Nuns are stocking guns in the convent
You got your finger on the trigger
But you ain’t got no enemy yet
Diggers in the trenches
Defend the edge of town
The Doctor can't be trusted
That’s the word that’s going ‘round
Mr Kelly's hiding something in his shed
You got your finger on the trigger
But you can’t see the enemy yet
Pitchforks and rifles
That swagman looks suss
Old man up a gum tree
Shadows moving past the pumps
Just a little innuendo feeds this threat
You got your finger on the trigger
But you ain’t got no enemy yet
One itchy digit
And this town might get scratched
A house evacuated
Watch the neighbours being watched
Look out! There might be some under your bed
You got your finger on the trigger
But you can’t see the enemy yet
Have you thought it might be all inside your head?
You got your finger on the trigger
But you ain’t got no enemy yet
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Burra
05:10
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I’ve never been up to Burra
Some towns have a lot to explain
I moved to the city with your brother
You went way up to the Goyder Line
Well the news hit town like a thunderstorm of tears
A cool change that remained
Now your nephew has your dark hair
And your quiet charm
All the little animals made from clay
There’s a sweeping bend
So far from the Single Tree Road
How it took you away
They’re shearing the rams up at Burra
An oil painting just fades away
Lambs jump saltbush one after another
You weren’t the reckless kind
Remove a rock out from a dry-stone wall
It still holds up but it’s never the same
The old 120Y
With your kelpie pup by your side
Oh now that’s how it will remain
There’s a sweeping bend
So far from the Single Tree Road
Oh how it took you away
Jackaroo…
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4. |
Pride of Erin
04:23
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I’m from wheat lands
Sunsets on the lake
Where you don’t need a mountain
To see a long way
But I’ve climbed some
Like Kilimanjaro
When I find my love
We’ll sit on Mount Jeffcott
I know patience
Like the old farmer
Who after Mass said
‘It should be a good year’
The hall on the highway
They’re taking their partners
For the Pride of Erin
Your cousin gave
Your number to text
Came ten thousand miles
In your ancestor’s footsteps
(Let’s take) two steps forward
One, two, three kick
Back two, three
In your arms let me rock
Oh you might long
For old Shannon Harbour
But we’ll go on
And waltz round together
Side by side
I hear the bodhran
And here comes my
Pride of Erin
Yes I’m your bride
My heart is dancing
For my Pride of Erin
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Joni's Ocean
03:40
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Stars (Ups and Downs)
03:44
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Bush landscape scenes
The old family home
Just you at the piano
With your roll-your-own
Well the city’s thermal mass
Warms you to its bars
But it never gets dark
Enough to see the stars
Those Roald Dahl dreams
All that imagination
We’ll hang on every word
Need no illustration
Fitzroy’s got the poison
While up there the snake’s got venom
Ah but if your skin is thick enough
It can never get in
You could paint a Picasso picture
With your palette of words and old sounds
Sing us all those brush strokes matey
With all of your ups and downs
So cast another spell
And reel ‘em all back in
That grin from ear to ear
They want to hear you sing
‘There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing’
We could sail the wildest oceans
With the stars just to lead us around
Holler at all the swells below rolling
Ho they go up and down
Climb aboard the rocket ship
To the stars where the darkness surrounds
Laugh at all the space junk floating
Up, up, up and down
You could paint a Picasso picture
With your palette of words and old sounds
Sing us all those brush strokes matey
With all of your ups and downs
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Slowing Down
04:12
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Donald town in my mirror
AM radio
I got a full tank from Micky Raynes
His one liner had me laughing
All the way past Charlton
Guess I’m not the only one that entertains
Done more country miles
Than the old Vinelander
And I’ve never seen a road that’s boring
An Eksy and a six pack and a
Keyboard in the back
While my sangas almost finished thawing
I’m taking pills
For my heart palpitations
I’m singing songs
For my superannuation
But I’m slowing down for no one
Can’t you see?
As long as this stuff
Still sounds good to me
Well my first year back on farm
It didn’t rain
And I was left with nothing to do
So I ripped the front off Mum’s piano
While my farming hopes blew past the window
And I played all the summer through
In the early days we were three
Across the front bench seat of my HT
Jimmy in the middle with a bottle of beer
Clocking up a thousand miles a week
Blowing up engines, going like stink
Sleep was a lunchtime necessity
We used to get a lotta work
Playing Young Farmers Balls
These days I’ve got an earner
Rocking old timers’ halls
And I’m slowing down for no one
Can’t you see?
As long as this stuff
Still sounds good to me
Still smell the Bundy
I don’t miss the smokes
I guess that you can’t die now
From a white post overdose
One day they’ll say
‘the old grey mayor ain’t what he used to be’
Well they can take away my licence
They’ll never take my keys
Had a good run down to Brunswick yesterday
And I’m gonna play this one out to the end
And I’m slowing down for no one
Can’t you see?
As long as this stuff
still sounds good to me
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Cherax Destructor
02:42
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When I was a little squirt I didn’t know much
I grabbed the meat on the string
Sat on the dam bank cursing my luck
They said ‘too small’ and threw me back in
Well the yabby seasons came and went
Until I was old and blue
A beer bottle long from tip to tail
Lost a claw in a mud fight in 1992
Off I travelled, upstream channels
And down flooded rivers
But the world left me in frustration
So I came back to my old farm dam
Like a prodigal crustacean
But all I found was the dry dam bed
Cracked and parched like a sunburnt face
So I’m digging right down to find my muddy home
Ain’t coming back up ‘til this drought breaks
Swimming backwards…
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Danny Walsh Banned Melbourne, Australia
The Danny Walsh Banned have been playing fever-pitched shows and jumping on tables for over a dozen years, serving up
country-soul and rock’n’roll flavours infused with a touch of 70s Aussie boogie that will probably have you dancing on the tables, too.
“Walsh’s lyrics depict each landscape and emotional swirl with the caress of a bona fide bush poet...looking back and yearning ahead”' - Forte Mag
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