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1. |
Songs & Stories (Chat)
01:32
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2. |
Myself Again (Live)
03:40
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Myself Again
She got something in her shoe
But she can’t stop
Too much for her to do
And it’s so hard
Trying to remember
All the details of the emails
That she should've sent but hasn't written
Presentation’s due at ten
But it’s not done
And it won’t be done by then
And so she joked
(or maybe she was serious)
She’d just wing it likes she always does
And hope nobody’s concentrating
But as she left her desk that day
Sure they heard her say
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
Be my … be myself again
Do do do do do do ... da da ...
They seemed to be all right
Got on okay
Maybe they just didn't fight
In a public place
But she was always yearning
Till the moment when she wandered off
On restless legs that wouldn't settle
And as she closed the door that day
Sure he heard her say
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
Be my … time to be myself again
By my … time to be by myself again
Do do do do do do ... da da ...
She wasn't ever really sure
Exactly what she’s looking for
Who knows what she’ll find?
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
I've got a feeling that it’s time to be myself again
I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling
She got something in her shoe but she can't stop
She got something in her shoe but she can't stop
She got something in her shoe but she can’t stop
Do do do do do do ... da da ...
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3. |
The Monty Car (Chat)
01:36
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One O'Clock (Live)
03:35
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One O'Clock
It’s always one o’clock
When I start the car
It’s always one o’clock
When it’s time to go
It’s always just a little bit later
Than I expected it to be
Maybe that says something about me
It’s always one o’clock
Grinding through the gears
It’s always one o’clock
Driving home to you
It’s always just a little bit after
What I told you it would be
Baby you know plenty about me
You know that I’m …
Always late
Always late
Always have been
Always will be, I suppose ...
It’s always one o’clock
Stumbling up the drive
It’s always one o’clock
Fumbling at the door
And like always I’m
Surprised when I find
That you've been waiting up for me
Baby you should really get some sleep
You know that I’m …
Always late
Always late
Always have been
Always will be, I suppose
You know that I’m always late
Always late
Time’s like money
I don’t know where it goes
Time’s like money, honey
I don’t know where it goes
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5. |
Burned in Effigy (Chat)
00:41
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My Heart (Live)
03:38
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My Heart
Effigy’s just one of
Many places I've been burned
I left my love there somewhere
But it never was returned
My heart was on my sleeve
When she took me to the cleaners
They even got the stain out
With some shots of Mr Meanor's*
But that’s all right
It’s okay
’cos I didn't really need it anyway
Well that’s all right
It’s okay
’cos I never really used it anyway
My heart
My heart
Once upon another time,
Back when I had my shirt
She rolled my heart in honey
Then she stomped it in the dirt
I asked her why she treated me
So good and then so bad
She smiled and said that
It was just this hobby that she had
But that’s all right
It’s okay
’cos I didn't really need it anyway
Well that’s all right
It’s okay ’cos I never really used it anyway
My heart
My heart
My heart
My heart
My heart
My heart
Every now and sometimes
When I think I’d like it back
My memory repeats for me
Her signature attack
She’d throw down the gauntlet
And when I bent to retrieve it
Her knee would meet my mouth
Encouraging my teeth to leave it
But that’s all right
It’s okay
’cos I didn't really need them anyway
Well that’s all right
It’s okay ’cos I never really used them anyway
My heart
My heart …
* Mr Meanor's Patent Tonic and Stain Remover
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8. |
Regrettown (Live)
03:30
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Regrettown
Coming back to Regrettown
Might not have been my smartest move
Looking back on it now
Don’t know what I was tryin' to prove
But the Want Ads were so enticing
And I missed my favourite beer
Settling back into Regrettown
I can see your house from here
I can see your house from here
Shouldn't be too surprised
How little things have changed
It’s only been a dozen years
Since I went away
All the same familiar faces
Trapped in the same old fears
Cobwebs grow in Regrettown
I can see your house from here
I can see your house from here
The place we hooked up
has burned down
The one where we disengaged
is still goin' strong
And I find I’m kinda glad
it’s not the other way around
’cos even the waffles in Frankie’s Diner
don’t taste like home …
Getting out of Regrettown
Take Frankie’s menu as a souvenir
Glancing back in the mirror
I can see your house from here
I can see your house disappear
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9. |
Share House (Chat)
00:36
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10. |
Derek (Live)
03:08
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Derek
I keep getting phone calls and letters
People knocking at my door
Can you pass on a message?
Tell him that we called?
His pile of bills
Spills onto the floor
But all that I can tell them is
Derek doesn't live here any more
We haven’t spoken in ages
He left late last year
No idea where he’s staying
Somewhere else but here
I think that Jenny
Got a postcard from Nepal
But Derek doesn't live here …
Haven’t seen him for months
and I don’t know where he’s gone
But the rest of his stuff
is clogging up the hall
And I wish that he’d come back again
’cos Mr Mittens is costing me a fortune
On the weekend in the city
I met his mother in the mall
She said, “I think that you knew Derek”
Then I saw her face just fall
Didn't talk about the details
Guess the memory’s too raw
But Derek doesn't live here
He doesn't live here
Derek doesn't live here any more
(Mr Mittens misses you but he’s gonna be ok ...)
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11. |
The Missing Band (Chat)
01:00
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Under New Management
He been staring at the screen
’til the numbers don’t mean
Anything
Any more
And he been listening to the clock
Waiting for the final 'tock'
Sending him
Out the door
Well there’s rumours of war in the boardroom
But he just doesn't care any more
’cos it’s the same old, same old
It’s the same old, same old
And who can tell that we’re
Under new management?
Was just the start of her career
But somehow she’s still here
Seven years
Slipped away
Another client on the phone
But she’s thinking of home
Struggling to
Concentrate
Well there’s rumours of war in the boardroom
But she just doesn't care any more
’cos it’s the same old, same old
The same old, same old
And who can tell that we’re
Under new management?
Yeah it’s the same old, same old
It’s the same old, same old
No way to tell that we’re
Under new management
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It’s All Wrong
It’s all wrong
And I tell you
Disassociation’s got me reeling
It’s all wrong
As we go through
The motions of emotions without feeling
Maybe you’re hurt
How would I know?
’cos you’re not really here
And I don’t know where you've gone
It’s all wrong
It seems now
My company’s become unappealing
It’s all wrong
Yeah I've seen how
In intimate embrace you watch the ceiling
Maybe I’ll stay
Maybe I’ll go
Well would you really care?
Would you notice that I’d gone?
Can you tell me why
You turn away?
’cos it’s all wrong ...
It’s all wrong ...
Running late
For dinner at your parents’ place
I’m pacing in the passage
While you’re fixing up your face
When I see the reflection
Of my bitter self-obsession
In the mess of your mascara ...
It’s all right
It’s ok
Honey, I don’t know just how we got here
It’s all wrong
But I want to
Find a way to navigate this nightmare
Can you tell me why
You turn away?
Is there something
I can do or say?
’cos it’s all ...
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14. |
It's All Wrong (Live)
03:14
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It’s All Wrong
It’s all wrong
And I tell you
Disassociation’s got me reeling
It’s all wrong
As we go through
The motions of emotions without feeling
Maybe you’re hurt
But how would I know?
’Cos you’re not really here
And I don’t know where you've gone
It’s all wrong
And it seems now
My company’s become unappealing
It’s all wrong
Yeah I've seen how
In intimate embrace you watch the ceiling
Maybe I’ll stay
Maybe I’ll go
Well would you really care?
Would you notice that I’d gone?
Can you tell me why
You turn away?
'cos it's all wrong ...
It's all wrong ...
Running late
for dinner at your parents' place
I'm pacing in the passage
while you're fixing up your face
When I see the reflection
of my bitter self-obsession
In the mess of your mascara ...
It's all right
It's ok
Honey, I don't know just how we got here
It's all wrong
But I want to
Find a way to navigate this nightmare
Can you tell me why
You turn away?
Is there something
I can do or say?
'cos it's all ...
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15. |
The Best Gig Ever (Chat)
01:17
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16. |
This Time (Live)
02:56
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This Time
I saw you meet him at the bus stop
The way you used to meet me
Okay, okay, I know it’s over
I have to just let it be
Good thing … that’s easy for me
Deep breath … count 1, 2, 3, 4 … 73
I’m not gonna let it get to me
Not gonna let it
I’m not gonna let it get to me
This time
I’m stuck here idle at the stop lights
Willing them to turn green
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stand sitting watching
The lovely romantic scene
But I … just ... can’t turn away
Deep breath … count 1, 2, 3, 4 … 108
I’m not gonna let it get to me
Not gonna let it
I’m not gonna let it get to me
This time
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 …]
The idiot behind is beeping
Hurling abuse at me
And then of course I stall the engine
Hope that you didn't see
As I … tear off down the road
Deep down … I know … I gotta let go
I’m not gonna let it get to me
Not gonna let it
I’m not gonna let it get to me
Next time …
I’m not gonna let it get to me
Not gonna let it
I’m not gonna let it get to me
Next time …
Maybe next time …
Maybe …
Maybe …
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Cousin Quinn (Chat)
01:08
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All Around The Room
Babies floating all around the room
Disconnected, adrift like balloons
Always wondered if one of them was you
I remember how bright colours hid the clouds
Your heart fell off your sleeve
And wandered through the crowd
Your eyes and ears were open wide
And all you seemed to want
Was just a quiet place outside
Babies floating all around the room
Disconnected, adrift like balloons
Always wondered if one of them was you
I remember muted colours creeping in
How China changed your palette
As it seeped inside your skin
Your eyes were sometimes screwed up tight
And all you seemed to want
Was just a quiet place inside
Somewhere you could hide ...
Babies floating all around the room
Disconnected, adrift like balloons
Always wondered if one of them was you
And we missed you at the gallery
That day you caught the train
We missed you and we’re missing you …
What else is there to say?
Babies floating all around the room
Disconnected, adrift like balloons
Always wondered if one of them was you
Babies floating all around the room
Disconnected, adrift from the womb
Always wondered if one of them was you
Can’t help thinking maybe that was true
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Just A Minute Or Two
Another pair of feet go past me on the city street
And I’m sitting and I’m singing to the knees as they go by
I sing to shopping bags, to briefcases and black umbrellas
And every now and then someone will look me in the eye
But I won’t get on your case
If you don’t cross mine with silver
And between us anyway
I’m sure we’d agree gold would be better
I know … those shoes are made for walking … and
I know … there’s so much that you've got to
Do do do do do do …
Take one … look at this here glorious day … and
Come on … stay for just a minute or two
Do do do do do do …
Well you should hear the band
That’s rocking out inside my head
Maybe you might pick them up if you listen in real close
Bass is pumping and guitars are getting funky
I hope you catch a little of that rhythm before you go
I won’t get on your case
If you don’t cross mine with silver
But unfortunately
My EFTPOS machine is at the repairer
I know … those shoes are made for walking … and
I know … there’s so much that you've got to
Do do do do do do …
Take one … look at this here glorious day … and
Come on … stay for just a minute or two
It’s not just about the money
Although I never would reject any generosity
This is one way to connect the dots between us
Still trying to change the world one song at a time
So if I see your feet go past me on the city street
I’ll sit and I’ll sing to your knees as they go by
I sing to shopping bags, to briefcases and black umbrellas
And I won’t object if you look me in the eye
I won’t get on your case
If you don’t cross mine with silver
But seriously
Notes are okay if you fold them up small
I know … those shoes are made for walking … and
I know … there’s so much that you've got to
Do do do do do do …
Take one … look at this here glorious day … and
Come on … stay for just a minute or minute or
I know … those shoes are made for walking … and
I know … there’s so much that you've got to
Do do do do do do …
Take one … look at this here glorious day … and
Come on … stay for just a minute or two
Do do do do do do …
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21. |
30 Years of Songs (Chat)
01:45
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22. |
Fish (Live)
03:39
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Fish
A fish with colours that dance in the painter’s eye
Saw a fish with patterns that make the dressmaker sigh
This fish, been swimming along, alongside of me
This fish … it turned and, gazing quizzically,
Said, ‘This is my tail, these are my fins
Just doin' the best, the best that I can’
‘Tell me what you’re lookin' at
Tell me what you’re lookin'
Ain't no secret mystery
I’m just a fish’
Met a woman with a welcoming laugh and a twinkling eye
A woman with a generous heart but I don’t know why
This woman, been living along, alongside of me
This woman … one day she turned and, gazing quizzically,
Said, ‘This is my heart, these are my hands
Just doin' the best, the best that I can’
‘Tell me what you’re lookin' at
Tell me what you’re lookin' for
Ain't no secret mystery
I’m just a woman’
But I know
She’s a fish
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24. |
My Baby (Live)
02:51
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My Baby
My baby, she don’t sleep
It’s enough to make a grown man weep
My baby keep me up all night
Come on, baby, won’t you treat me right
My baby, she don’t sleep
Seven days really makes one weak
My baby wants to play all night
Come on, baby, won’t you treat me right
It’s not that I don’t love her
No, she’s a beautiful child
And I would never leave her
I just wish she’d let me get some rest for a while
My baby, she don’t sleep
It’s enough to make a grown man weep
My baby keep me up all night
Come on, baby, won’t you treat me right
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Fergus Maximus Adelaide, Australia
Fergus Maximus is that guy with his headphones on long after the playlist has finished, completely oblivious because there’s always music in his head anyway. Ferg's unapologetic pop songs encompass all the important things: love, loss, mistakes, surprises and people’s astonishing capacity to miscommunicate. In these songs and stories you'll find some extraordinary snapshots from an ordinary life. ... more
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