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    Dumb Things

    Welcome, strangers, to the show
    I’m the one who should be lying low
    Saw the knives out, turned my back
    Heard the train coming, stayed out on the track
    In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dream
    I lost my shirt, I pawned my rings
    I’ve done all the dumb things


    Caught the fever, heard the tune
    Thought I loved her, hung my heart on the moon
    Started howling, made no sense
    Thought my friends would rush to my defence
    In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dream
    I lost my shirt, I pawned my rings
    I’ve done all the dumb things


    And I get all your good advice
    It doesn’t stop me from going through these things twice
    I see the knives out, I turn my back
    I hear the train coming, I stay right on that track
    In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dream
    I lost my shirt, I pawned my rings
    I’ve done all the dumb things
    I melted wax to fix my wings
    I’ve done all the dumb things
    I threw my hat into the ring
    I’ve done all the dumb things
    I thought that I just had to sing
    I’ve done all the dumb things

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    Same Old Walk
    My house burned down a year ago and all your letters and photos I lost them 
    Waiting at the terminal, suddenly I see you stroll through customs 
    Your hair is long and bottle red, it used to be light brown 
    I nearly didn't recognise you, then my heart unwound 
    I see you've got the same old walk 
     
    A man is sticking close to you, you're both wearing Italian shoes and diamonds 
    And he looks so satisfied, a little on the glassy side, he's smiling 
    You changed the country where you live, you changed your second name 
    You changed your brand of perfume, but one thing you can't change 
    I see you've got the same old walk 
     
    The same old walk, you've even got the same old talk 
    Let's break the bread and pull the cork 
     
    Alex says to say hello, he would have come but he had to go to practice 
    Things are much the same around here, you know we've both fallen for the same actress 
    I'm still working on the projects, I've got my books at night 
    I woke up at the table, the house was burning bright 
    I was dreaming of the same old walk 
     
    The same old walk, you've even got the same old talk 
    Let's break the bread and pull the cork 
     
    My house caught fire a year ago and your books and paintings I lost them all 
    Waiting at the terminal suddenly I see you strolling through the customs hall
    I wonder why I love you, I guess it’s just because
    The one who thinks he found you doesn’t realize he’s lost
    And yes you’ve got the same old walk
     
    The same old walk, you’ve even got the same old talk
    Let’s break the bread and pull the cork 
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    Big Heart
    Listen to me before you leave 
    I've got something to say to you 
    One thing I know, I've got good eyes 
    I don't like what I see 
    Just like a V8 under the hood 
    Of a car made of nails and wood 
    Your big heart's gonna break your little body 
     
    You light the lamp, I follow you down 
    I stand right by your side 
    Out in the dark, it's bitter, it's cold 
    I don't much like this ride 
    Sometimes the motor never can stop 
    Sometimes the wine overrunneth the cup 
    Your big heart's gonna break your little body 
     
    Everyone's asleep, you're still awake 
    You know you give more than I can take 
    Your big heart's gonna break your little body
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    Don’t Stand So Close To The Window

    (Written by Paul Kelly and Alexander McGregor).

    Oh Marlene, how we fell
    What we've done now we never can tell
    Bottle of wine, then another
    Suddenly we fell into each other

    Don't stand so close to the window
    Somebody out there might see

    Then the word on the wire
    Would be just like Ash Wednesday bushfire
    Kiss me quick, kiss me warm
    Put your dress on and hurry back home

    Don't stand so close to the window
    Somebody out there might see
    And you're not supposed to be here with me

    There's a way, there's a track
    One false move and there's no turning back
    Turn the page, close the book
    Walk out the door now with never a look

    And don't stand so close to the window
    Somebody out there might see
    And you're not supposed to be here with me
    The walls have ears and the darkness has eyes don't you see? 

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    Forty Miles To Saturday Night
    Well I rubbed the dirt all down 
    And I washed away six aching days 
    And my shoes all slick and spit 
    And my singlet fresh and my sideburns shaved 
    As I turn from the mirror 
    And I open my first beer since yesterday 
     
    Danny brings the Bedford round 
    A three-ton girl with a ten-foot tray 
    And she knows the way to town 
    So we kiss goodbye to two weeks' pay 
    Now the leaves are shaking 
    And the stars are all waking from the day 
     
    Big wheel turning (turning all night) 
    Big light burning (burning so bright) 
    Downright foolish but that's alright 
    It's only forty miles to Saturday night! 
     
    There's a place on Fortune Street 
    And a band down there called Gunga Din 
    And Joanne from Miner's Creek 
    She said that she'd be back again 
    She lives out on the station 
    And she works on my imagination 
     
    Big wheel turning (turning all night) 
    Big light burning (burning so bright) 
    Downright foolish but that's alright 
    It's only forty miles to Saturday night! 
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    I Don’t Remember A Thing
    I woke up one morning, my head was feeling sore 
    Woke up to the sound of knocking, detectives at my door 
    There were two of them, they walked right in, 1 said What's going on?' 
    The sergeant shook his head and said 'Don't you know what you have done?' 
    I don't remember a thing 
     
    They took me to a house, 1 knew that I'd been there before 
    There were men with tape and pencils, there was blood upon the floor 
    The sergeant asked me softly 'Now do you recalI?' 
    It all looked so familiar as though I'd dreamt it all 
    I don't remember a thing 
     
    There was a photo on the dresser of a man who looked like me 
    He was kissing a girl all in white, she was sitting on his knee 
    A note was on the mantle, written in my hand 
    It said 'I love you, darling, more than I can stand' 
    I don't remember a thing
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    Know Your Friends
    She catches taxis, he likes walking to the station 
    She goes to parties, he goes with her just to please her 
    They go round-round and round 
    Out at a restaurant she's a little high and mighty 
    He wants to kiss her, he's full of piss and peace and beauty 
    They go round-round and round 
    Know your friends, know your friends 
    You gotta have one, one to lean on 
    She has a problem with some man who stayed and then ran
    He's understanding but oh how his heart is breaking 
    They go round-round and round 
    Know your friends, know your friends 
    You gotta have one, one to lean on
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    To Her Door

    They got married early, never had much money
    Then when he got laid off they really hit the skids
    He started up his drinking, then they started fighting
    He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids
    She said: "I'm not standing by, to watch you slowly die
    So watch me walking, out the door"
    She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out the fucking door"

    She went to her brother's, got a little bar work
    He went to the Buttery, stayed about a year
    Then he wrote a letter, said I want to see you
    She thought he sounded better, she sent him up the fare
    He was riding through the cane in the pouring rain
    On Olympic to her door

    He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching
    Walking in slow motion like he'd just been hit
    Did they have a future? Would he know his children?
    Could he make a picture and get them all to fit?
    He was shaking in his seat riding through the streets
    In a silvertop to her door

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    Under The Sun
    I went out one morning, I stood on the shoreline again 
    Maybe I was dreaming as the light came streaming in 
    Memory and rhyme bringing back the time 
    Everything under the sun 
     
    Leaving South Fremantle in a Falcon panel van 
    We were smoking Marlboro, always singing Barbara Ann 
    Spinning out our dreams, making up our schemes 
    All day long under the sun 
     
    I can see them all so clearly now they're gone 
    They're flying, they're dying one by one 
     
    We were microscopic, swarming in the honey sun 
    We thought we were endless, couldn't see our friendship undone 
    Colourful and strange, a kind of life endangered 
    On the turn under the sun 
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    Untouchable
    She breaks in on a dollar everywhere she goes 
    She leads him on more than she will ever know 
    Untouchable and it's such a crime 
    I find her ways are always taking up my mind 
    Untouchable-I'm the one to fall 
    Untouchable-and I come each time she calls 
    She breaks in on a friendship everywhere she goes
    I find her ways are always taking up my mind 
    Get down on my knees just for her 
    Tell the world I do adore her 
    Untouchable just like water flows 
    Untouchable when she's taking off her clothes 
    She breaks in on a dollar everywhere she goes 
    I find her ways are always taking up my mind 
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    Desdemona
    Once I had a life so rare 
    Beauty lived inside the lair 
    Desdemona straight and true 
    Desdemona gold and blue 
    Well I lost my Desdemona 
    With my own hands I destroyed her 
    Yes I lost my Desdemona 
    I fell for lies, I fell for lies 
     
    Poison in my ear at night 
    Took away my appetite 
    I couldn't hold on to the pain 
    Something broke inside my brain 
    Well I lost my Desdemona 
    With my own hands I destroyed her 
    Yes I lost my Desdemona 
    I fell for lies, I fell for lies 
     
    Never has a man been born 
    Who can take a woman's scorn 
    Nor tasted a more bitter wine 
    Than the brewing of his mind 
    Yes I lost my Desdemona 
    With my own hands I destroyed her 
    Yes I lost my Desdemona 
    I fell for lies, I fell for lies 
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    Happy Slave
    A tug comes on the wire, duty calls me now 
    She says 'My land is useless and I need some kind of plough' 
    (She's my kind of driver) 
    I'm upstanding straight away, I'm ready for my toil 
    I feel her whip cracking on my back as I dig into her soil 
    (She's my kind of driver) 
     
    I'm burning up her cane, I'm threshing in her barn 
    She keeps me at my business until I'm breaking down 
    I'm working way too hard, I never get to save 
    But I don't mind, I don't mind, I'm a happy slave 
     
    And when my work is done I'm ready to explode 
    Suddenly I'm flying when she takes my heavy load 
    (She's my kind of driver) 
     
    I'm tending to her flock, I'm burning up her cane 
    I never can refuse her and I never complain 
    I'm working way too hard, I never get to save 
    But I don't mind, I don't mind, I'm a happy slave
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    Crosstown

    Crosstown, under the freeway, late at night
    Crosstown, over the river shining bright

    I reach my destination and I find her arms waiting to hold me
    Her love is mine

    She lives high on the hillside, ain't no shack
    She's got anything she wants, she don't lack
    Daddy calls her his precious but he would die
    If he knew what his darling daughter did on the sly

    And when we can't be together I call my imagination
    Takes me over the water
    Crosstown is around the world

    Now I'm working the night shift every night
    And I'm doing the day shift none too bright
    But I'm keeping my head down, doing time
    'Cause I'm working to make her, working to make her mine

    And when we can't be together I call my imagination
    Takes me over the water
    Crosstown is around the world

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    Bicentennial
    A ship is sailing into harbour 
    A party's waiting on the shore 
    And they're running up the flag now 
    And they want us all to cheer 
     
    Charlie's head nearly reaches the ceiling 
    But his feet don't touch the floor 
    From a prison issue blanket his body's swinging 
    He won't dance any more 
     
    Take me away from your dance floor 
    Leave me out of your parade 
    I have not the heart for dancing 
    For dancing on his grave 
     
    Hunted man out on the Barcoo 
    Broken man on Moreton Bay 
    Hunted man across Van Diemen's 
    Hunted man all swept away 
     
    Take me away from your dance floor 
    Leave me out of your parade 
    I have not the heart for dancing 
    For dancing on his grave 
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    Bradman

    Sydney, 1926, this is the story of a man
    Just a kid in from the sticks, just a kid with a plan
    St George took a gamble, played him in first grade
    Pretty soon that young man showed them how to flash the blade
    And at the age of nineteen he was playing for the State
    From Adelaide to Brisbane the runs did not abate
    He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em straight

    He was more than just a batsman
    He was something like a tide
    He was more than just one man, he could take on any side
    They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand

    A team came out from England
    Wally Hammond wore his felt hat like a chief
    All through the summer of '28, '29 they gave the greencaps no relief
    Some reputations came to grief
    They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
    And in the hour of greatest slaughter the great avenger is being born
    But who then could have seen the shape of things to come?
    In Bradman's first test he went for eighteen and for one
    They dropped him like a gun
    Now big Maurice Tate was the trickiest of them all
    And a man with a wisecracking habit
    But there's one crack that won't stop ringing in his ears
    'Hey Whitey, that's my rabbit'
    Bradman never forgot it

    He was more than just a batsman
    He was something like a tide
    More than just one man, he was a match for any side
    Fathers took their sons' cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand

    England 1930 and the seed burst into flower
    All of Jackson's grace failed him, it was Bradman was the power
    He murdered them in Yorkshire, he danced for them in Kent
    He laughed at them in Leicestershire; Leeds was an event
    Three hundred runs he took and rewrote all the books
    That really knocked those gents
    The critics could not comprehend this nonchalant phenomenon
    'Why this man is a machine' they said 'Even his friends say he isn't human'
    Even friends have to cut something

    He was more than just a batsman He was something like a tide
    More than just one man, he was half the side
    Fathers took their sons' cause fortune used to hide in the of his hand

    Summer 1932 and Captain Douglas had a plan
    When Larwood bowled to Bradman it was more than man to man
    And staid Adelaide nearly boiled over as rage ruled over sense
    When Oldfield hit the ground they nearly jumped the fence
    Now Bill Woodfull was as fine a man as ever went to wicket
    And the bruises on his body that day showed that he could stick it
    But to this day he's still quoted and only he could wear it
    'There are two sides out there today and only one of them’s playing cricket'
    He was longer than a memory, bigger than a town
    His feet they used to sparkle and he always kept them on the ground
    Fathers took their sons who never lost the sound of the roar of the grandstand

    Now shadows grow longer and there's so much more yet to be told
    But we're not getting any younger, so let the part tell the whole
    Now the players all wear colours, the circus is in town
    I no longer can go down there, down to that sacred ground

    He was more than just a batsman
    He was something like a tide
    More than just one man, he was half the bloody side
    They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand
     

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    Pastures Of Plenty

    (Written by Woody Guthrie)