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Down in the Hollow
03:36
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Down in the Hollow
I came from the wrong
Side of the track
If you try to cross over
You just bounce right back
Down in the hollow (rpt).
Wasted too many years
Hooning in hot cars
Haunting dead end alleys
Trawling seedy bars
Down in the hollow (rpt).
Cho:
You can kick, you can fight
You can scream with all your might
But you won’t change a thing
If it’s rotten inside
Down in the hollow (rpt).
You can scratch, you can bite
You can preach wrong and right
But you won’t change a thing
If it’s rotten inside
Down in the hollow (rpt).
So I jumped a road train
In the pitch black dark
Through brambles, barbed wire
And a chain of broken hearts
Down in the hollow (rpt).
Goin’ over the horizon
To scrape off the mud
Walk talk and free
Unstained by blood
Down in the hollow (rpt)
(alt) Rollin’ down the track
Between gold and mud
Between north and south
Between wine and blood
Down in the hollow (rpt)
Cho
Bri:
If you can’t cross the track
Run along and turn your back
(rpt)
(Now) I’m/we’re on the road to freedom
You better get out of the way, hey
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The Bunker
04:39
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The Bunker
Sittin’ underground
In my concrete bunker
Sheltered from the weather
Hiding from the storm
Hunkered down
Like a rat in the darkness
To survive the fallout
Of the life before.
Cho: Down in the bunker
A damp dark hole
Down in the bunker
It’s freezing cold (black as coal)
Deep in the heart
you’re never meant to go
Where phantoms and demons
Consume your soul.
Climb to the surface
Gotta get some food
Mingle with the other rats out there
For all the latest news
Duckin’ ‘n weaving’
To the nearest shop
For bottles of dirty water
And tins of any old thing they’ve got.
Bri: That’s my home
That’s my life
Got no other choice
If you wanna survive
It’s not what I signed up for
The day I was born
But that’s the lot you’re left with
When everything else is gone.
Some pray to Allah
Some pray to God
Seems everybody knows someone
To share to load
But all I believed in
Has gone up in flames
It’s a cold cold universe
That’s tricklin’ through my veins.
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Where My Passion Sleeps
03:55
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Where My Passion Sleeps
If you’re searching for signs of life
You’ll hang your head in disappointment
If you’re searching for signs of money
You’ll shake your head in despair
If you hope to indulge in scintillating conversation
Then you’d best go and chat to the wise guy over there.
CHO
And/just let my passion sleep where it’s dark and deep
Behind the key where I keep the key
Where the wild wolves howl and the wild cats growl
And an old man scowls beneath a burning tree.
If you want someone to take to dinner and a movie
And you want him then to bring you home untouched on time
If you want your man to jump at your command for you
Then take a look around, I ain’t the one standing in line.
But if you’re sure you understand
What you let yourself in for with a passionate man
Take my hand, come with me
To the gate and turn then key
To where my passion sleeps …
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She's the Cat
02:46
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She’s the Cat
She steps onto the street
Prowling like a cat
Spots a mighty fine mouse
Says I’ll have me some of that
Creeps up while he’s snoozing
And a-sunning on a stair
Pounces, swallows, spits out
A ball of knotted hair.
CHO
She’s the cat
I’m the rat
I got the boot
She got the mat.
Yeah (rpt).
(You see) I used to be the top dog
She was proud to be my bride
Till I grew old and she grew bored
No longer satisfied
She took me to the cleaners
Now I get my treats
Rummagin’ through garbage bins
Up and down the street.
BRI
Yeah the pigs all believed her
As she scratched, purred and lied
They grabbed me by the collar
And tossed me outside
Now I live day to day
From sympathy and scraps
Among the other homeless men
Just like dirty rats.
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Think I’ll think for myself
Politicians rub their rubbish in my face
Corporations crowd out my private space
Shock jocks cram their crap in my ears
I just gotta find some kinda way outta here.
CHO
Think I’ll think for myself
... They ain’t doin so well
Think I’ll think for myself
... Doing their big hard sell
Think I think I’ll think for myself
... To get you under their spell
Think I’ll think for myself
... Yeah they can all go to hell.
Networks spew trash on your shiny little screen
Salesmen peddle dross and pathetic little dreams
Churchmen downright dirty right behind your back
They’ve all gone bad, gone mad, they’re maniacs.
CHO
BRI
Yeah it’s been a while since I sat down to really think things through
It’s so much easier babe to let ‘em do it all for you
But they take away your voice, then steal your heart and soul
Before you know it man you’ve lost all control
Before you know it you’re disappearing down a hole.
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When the Heatwave Hits
02:52
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The Heatwave
When the heatwave hits
I’ll be safe and sound
Buried and forgotten
Deep underground.
When the heatwave hits
Our children will sweat
With luck they’ll survive
But it’s no sure bet.
CHO
When the heatwave hits
And it all falls to bits (rpt).
When the heatwave hits
Forests will burn
Wildlife will disappear
And never return.
When the heatwave hits
None will stand in its way
No church or office tower
Will last out the day.
Cho
BRI
Yeah when the heatwave hits
Your ships will all come in
And the answer my dear friend
will be blowin’ in your face
In the hot hot wind.
Inst
When the heatwave hits (chant)
When the heatwave hits
Will your conscience be clear
Will you have done enough
Or was it all too dear?
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Whipping Boy
03:20
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Whipping Boy (ph13...)
I’ve been called a criminal
A dog, a filthy pig
A dirty rotten scoundrel
But I don’t give a fig.
Call me any name you think will shame
I’ll take it with a grin without a care
Cos all of your huffing and a puffin’s
Makin’ me money outta thin foul air.
CHA
I’m here for you now
So call me anything you want
And I will hear you out
You can call me anything you hate
CHO
Call the whipping boy
Don’t hesitate
Call the whipping boy
It’s never too late
Call the whipping boy
Just dial the number on your screen
And pay the going rate.
I’ve been called an unbeliever
A Muslim and a Jew
A Catholic and a Protestant
To name just a few.
A stinking homo and an ugly whore
A spastic and a crazy freak
So get it all off your chest now buddy
Before you blow a fuse or spring a leak.
END
You can call me black
Or call me white
Yellow, brown or red
So long as it makes you feel alright
And you don’t abuse some passerby
And you let your family sleep at night
Then I’ve done my job and we’ll survive.
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Barbarians at the gate
We thought this citadel was impregnable
That democratic rule was inevitable
That bullies and baddies would all see the light
We were safe and sound, the future was bright.
Cho
Pack your bags babe we gotta leave tonight
Take just what you need, gotta travel fast and light
Hurry up honey don’t be late
The Barbarians are already at the gate (rpt).
The end of history has come and gone
Terrorists have launched their ultimate bomb
While communists and dictators increased their reach
The free world blinked and our borders were breached.
The dream of free and democratic rule
Makes such an easy target for every evil fool
How can you win against their dirty lies
They treat truth and beauty as scraps for flies.
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9. |
Look Out
02:40
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Look Out
Look out mama
For your little boy
He’s a lost little drummer
Makes a lotta noise
He’s demanding ‘n needy
Hungry ‘n greedy
But you gotta love him
Got no other choice
He’ll sulk and he’ll hide
All the hurt up inside
You gotta dig and cajole
the layers apart
Haul him outta the hole
get a grip on his heart
So look out mama.
Look out papa
For your little man
Just wants to be like you
Tryin’ hard as he can
He might stumble and cry
Might not understand why
Just be close by
N give him a hand
He might pound on your door
Probably bleed on your floor
He’s just burning n churning
n falling apart
While learning to get
a good grip on his heart
So look out papa.
Look out sisters n brothers
For your fellow souls
Be kind to each other
As we rock and we roll
We just wanna survive
We all just wanna thrive
And live peacefully
And let the love unfold
Without pain without fear
Without hunger and tears
Living fair living free
Make the big start
To share the big dream
with a grip on our heart
So look out sisters n brothers.
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All I Got Is Me
03:44
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All I Got Is Me
It’s all too easy to go too far
Stumbling around in the pitch black dark
Running from those creaks and cries and groans
Feels like I’m going mad
Or was there something in the drink I had
I just wish all those ghosts would leave me alone.
I was never a believer
Always thought this can’t be real
It’s just a simple trick designed to fool simple men
Oh I scoffed and laughed and jeered
While others gasped/prayed and clapped and cheered
As smoke and mirrors appeared in front of them.
The world is full of magic
From the moment of your birth
Until you ask the questions
That bring you down to earth
CHO 1
So leave me here all by myself
I’ve got everything I need, I’m coping well
Just leave me here, flying free
With all I’ve got, all I got, all I got is me.
Waking up still feels the same
Exactly like it did yesterday
Except an uneasy sense that something’s missing
And when I fall asleep at night
I tell myself everything’s alright
But there’s an emptiness inside that keeps me guessing.
You filled my heart with magic
And brought me back to life
Since you left the spell has lifted
I’m struggling to survive
CHO 2
Don’t leave me here all by myself
I know I need you now, there’s no one else
Don’t leave me here, adrift at sea
Where all I’ve got, all I got, all I got is me.
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Start Runnin'
04:23
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Start Runnin’
I’m on the wrong side
of the law
going the wrong way
just like before
don’t try to fix me
it’s a waste of time
don’t try to understand
just leave me behind.
CHO
I’ve done the very best I can
now I’m runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
And tried to be a better man
now I’m runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
Away from everything I am
Yeah I’m runnin ’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
So baby just let go of my hand
(fin So baby just hold onto my hand)
and start runnin’ start runnin’.
Got out of the wrong side
of my bed
got the wrong attitude
buzzing round my head
So on days like these
You best leave me alone
And stay far far away
From the danger zone.
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ebuskers Brisbane, Australia
EBuskers is a one man band, helped out by friends and passers by from time to time. 'They' write and record their own songs, playing them in the alleyways of the internet, so you're welcome to stop by and have a listen any time you like.
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