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Kensington Road
03:55
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If you keep on driving up Kensington Road
You’ll end up on a hill
And you can look out over the city from there
Where it’s quiet and it’s still
There must be a million people down there
All lined up in straight rows
And you wonder what the plan is
From the end of Kensington Road
There must be people dying
There must be people making love
There must be people crying out
For help from their God above
Is it a town or is it a city
Depends on who you’re talking to
But it’s a place where people are living
and the do what they got to do
You can hear the hum of the traffic
Watch the jet planes come and go
You can see the ships out on the bay
From the end of Kensington Road
Some people down there are living their dreams
Some are dreaming their lives away
Some are living for tomorrow
Some just getting through the day
And I wonder It makes me wonder
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Rain
03:32
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The rain makes some people blue
But for me it makes me feel like something new
Is washing the dust away
And making things ready for another day
I know I should like the sun
And everybody else has a lot of fun
But I love the wind and rain
And those misty windows where you can write your name
I love to watch the water rush around my feet
Watch it pouring down the street
Pounding down on my old tin roof
While I’m in bed so warm and waterproof
I’ll take it any way it comes
From the North with thunder or the South with cold
Just so long as it keeps coming down
We just don’t get enough in this desert town
Send her down Hughie rain on my parade
I don’t care if it’s December June or May
Pounding down on my old tin roof
While I’m in bed so warm and waterproof
Rain rain rain come on down
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We make nice wine there yes I know
Yep Donny Dunstan and the Adelaide Crows
I’m a singer songwriter guitarist c’mon you must need more of those
I’ve played clubs and pubs and halls
I’ve done the market and the Mall
I’ve played all four gigs they’ve got there
A hundred times or more
I’ve done ‘em all before
I’m a legend in Adelaide
They love that song there the one I just played for you
They love me down in Robe
And they’re gonna fly me up to Roxby Downs
I’m a legend in Adelaide
I made the charts there and I get played
On 3D radio
That’s the one that everybody knows
There’s a lot of weird murders there so they say
But you don’t really notice it much day to day
I play the Wheatsheaf on a Sunday
And sometimes the Grace Emily
We’ve rocked the big room at the Gov
We filled that place with a lot of love
And the Comrades call for more
Whenever we play down at Semaphore
I’m a legend in Adelaide
You just tell ‘em your from Melbourne and you’ve got it made
I’ve been on the ABC
They played two minutes of my song that goes for three
I’m a Legend but I’m not yet a star
Sign me up and we’ll go far
I’ll go anywhere I’ll go everywhere
But please don’t send me back there
Empty handed
We could work the system and get a grant
You just bend over and drop your pants
Dream up some crazy marketing plan
Then some Arts SA bureaucrat hands you ten grand
It’s a 20 minute city that’s all it takes to get around
But don’t be mistaken it’s no piss ant town
You can go for a drive in the Adelaide Hills
We’ve got the Clipsal 500 and the Tour Down Under
And we love to hate Sam Newman
You can go for a drive in the Adelaide Hills
I’m a legend in Adelaide - yeah I’m a legend
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Fitzroy I'm Calling You
03:25
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We were down too long it’s true
So sink the boots into the Maroon and Blue
Throw some dirt onto the grave
And give the Roys a final wave
We can look back over 100 years
And we can count a million tears
But I can’t believe our time is through
Fitzroy I’m calling you
And when the end came it was awful and slow
They propped up the corpse and put it on show
Made it parade in front of fools and heathens
And made a farce out of our final season
Then they took it back to the morgue and tore it apart
Looking for the secret of it’s mighty heart
But the heart was broken never to beat again
Betrayed and tormented till the very end
Then they sold off the guernsey and sold off the name
Money men let loose on the peoples game
As if money could buy courage and pride
As if money could fill an emptiness inside
And in the future when we’ve lost our way
We’ve sold our culture and got nothing to say
When a cub’s just some fat boy’s marketing tool
We’ll all realise we’ve been fooled
And we’ll look around for something to fill the hole
And we’ll remember the spirit of the Roys of old
We’ll send out the call for the Maroon and Blue
Fitzroy I’m calling you
Butch Gale can never die
Bernie Quinlan never cease to fly
Kevin Murray with all his might
Fly the flag and fight the fight
The ghost of Bunton at Brunswick street
Flashing hands and dancing feet
Micky Conlon come crashing through
Paul Roos we still love you
Stand back cause we’re marching through
Make way for the Maroon and Blue
The mighty Roys are back in town
Fitzroy we’re glory bound
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Some Blues
04:31
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Some blues make it hard to live some blues make you die
Some blues make you wonder why why why
Some blues Some blues
Some blues come from loneliness some from a broken heart
Some blues got you leaving some make it hard to start
Some blues Some blues
Some blues come from a heart thats broken
So deep they can never be spoken
Some blues just won’t heal
So deep you can never say just what you feel
Some blues Some blues
Some blues come from finding out some blues come from hate
Some blues you only know about after it’s too late
Some blues make you cry some blues make you sigh
Some blues make you wonder why why why
Some blues Some blues
Some blues really hit the groove
Some blues make it hard to move
Some blues will make you dance
Some blues will make you blow your last chance
Some blues
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Bob Dylan was born in Adelaide in 1941
He went Unley High School but he never got along
Not exactly unpopular but just a little strange at times
He excelled in English and liked to talk in funny rhymes
Once he wrote a song something about blowin in the wind
Then he went to Teachers College and didn’t play much again
Bob met Mary Lennon at a protest rally
They bought a brick veneer down in Happy Valley
Bob got a job teaching poetry to teenage Catholic boys
He was ideal for the job immune to the smell and noise
Mary thought Bob’s voice was awful and encouraged him not to sing
She said Bob take up photography music’s not your thing
Mary’s brother lived in Maylands his name was John
He was a bitter twisted cynic and they never got along
He drank himself to death working in the Public Service
Bob and Mary were alone at his funeral service
Until three blokes showed up and introduced themselves as
George Paul and Ringo
After 40 years of teaching Bob finally called time
The staff took up a collection and bought him some fine wine
Now the Dylans are grey nomads off to see Australia
Bob threw his old guitar into the back of the camper trailer
And one night around the campfire after a lot of re-arranging
Bob called Hey Mary listen to this it’s called The Times They Are A Changing
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Up In Salisbury North
04:42
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His hands stop shaking just long enough to light up a cigarette agh there’s life in an old bloke yet
He pours another glass from his cask of piss sweet and cheap like a harlots kiss
From the tiny porch of his Housing Trust flat he contemplates the place next door
Wrecked cars and flies garbage bags and tyres and shit on the floor
The slag that lives there starts screeching at her kids and as if on cue
One of their uncles shows up out of gaol for a month or two
Most of the uncles are half wits and addicts
But there’s a short one with glasses
And a tall one with blond hair
He always makes himself scarce when they’re over there
They took the kids away not long after the death of the screeching slag
Now the cops are digging up the back yard and taking things away in plastic bags
The cops ask him a lot of questions and know he’s not telling lies
He’s just too sober to remember so they tale him down to the bottle shop for supplies
Four casks of Fruity Gordot two packs of Dr Pat and some Tally Ho
Then they ask him a lot of questions about the short one with glasses and the big one with blond hair
What’d they drive, what’d they say, what’d they do
Did he hear anything when they were over there
His hands stop shaking just long enough to light up a smoke
And he reads the letter dropped off by the Housing Trust bloke
The place next door is all boarded up and they’re going to knock it all down
They’re going to move him out to a new part of town
He takes another sip of his harlots kiss
This one place he’s not going to miss
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8. |
Surprise Delivery
03:53
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I drove my van through St Kilda streets
To make the same delivery on the same day of the week
I pulled up at the flats of number 5
And I heard a cry I’ll remember all my life
Help me she cried I think my friend has died
I saw him there soaked in sweat
Laying on the bed
Although I’d never seen a body before
I knew that he was dead
Still, I did my best to breath some life
Into his remains
While she looked on and in desperation
Quietly called his name
Help me she cried I think my friend has died
And when the ambulance men arrived some minutes later
They took one look at his arms
One of them looked up at me and said
“Sorry boy but this one is dead”
I went back to those flats a week later
To talk to the caretaker
About the boy who she said
Had gone to meet his maker
She said his brothers came down from the country the other day
To clear all his things away
They put all he owned in the boot of a car
And then they drove away
Help me she cried my friend has died
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9. |
Tamworth '03
03:39
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We drove a thousand miles in a heatwave
To the Tamworth Country Music Festival
I saw a thousand dead Kangaroos
Dead sheep dead goats and emus
We rolled in late in the evening
so we lined up for something to eat
Then we lined up for something to drink
And lined up for somewhere to sleep
Then we lined up for somewhere to shit
Then we lined up for somewhere to shower
And we made our way over to Peel street
Smelling like a flower
And they had
Blues bands, folk bands jazz bands and country bands
All playing at the same time
Solo duo trio and family groups
All of them turned up to nine
You know there’s a digital effects rack
That makes you sound like the man in black
I gave two dollars to a kid playing spoons
And I left with my head in ruins
I staggered back to the campground
And rolled out to sleep on the ground
An innocent musician in a living hell
A dreadful cacophony of sound
And even though the road is baking
And home is a long way down the track
That’s the road I’m taking
And I’m never going back
And they had
Blues bands folk bands jazz bands and country bands
All playing at the same time
Solo duo trio and family groups
All of them turned up to nine
They had drunken cowboys pissing themselves
before they got to the bar
And heaven knows how many machines
playing Karioke guitar
Country road take me home
To the place I belong
Country road take me home
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Don Morrison Adelaide, Australia
“Don Morrison is a larger than life character who is smaller than he should be in terms of fame and success. He could have been Paul Kelly, or John Mellencamp, or Bruce Springsteen, and to some loyal followers he is in the same category as these well known troubadours. Circumstances have prevented Don from achieving similar levels of fame, but he is a local treasure none the less." ... more
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