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The King And Me
02:22
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THE KING AND ME
My life was heading for a worthless wreck
A total mess a What-The-Heck
Then I heard his voice and I came to believe
So it began the King and me.
I was on my knees and my heart was broke
Had the blues and had no hope
Then I heard the music from this old 45
And I came alive, The King and Me
His smooth voice soothed me so in the lonely nights
His fast moves thrilled me
Made everything alright
He swung that guitar lethal
Like a Gatling gun
He played music with his soul gave the kiss to rock'n'roll,
Took the blues and holler
And he made it fun
My life was heading for a worthless wreck
A total mess a What-The-Heck
Then I heard his voice and I came to believe
So it began the King and me
His smooth voice soothed me so through lonely nights
His fast moves thrilled me made everything alright
He swung that guitar lethal
Like a Gatling gun
He played music with his soul gave the kiss to rock'n'roll,
Took the blues and holler and he made it fun.
Took the blues and holler and he made it fun.
Took the blues and holler and he made it fun.
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Flat Bed Ford
02:56
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I told my mama I was gonna shoot some pool
She said "I never thought I'd raise a daughter as a fool"
The only thing you'll find in bars is bellies, bull and beer,
Don't shake your head child, listen here.
You won't find diamonds in a ten-cent store
But you will find trouble in a flat-bed Ford
In a flat-bed ford, a girl gets carried away
You'll go dancing in the starry night
And wake up with a fright in the heat of day.
Course I never listened to the words my momma spoke
By the time I remembered my heart was broke
By a man who gave me straw when he promised silk
But I ain't crying over no spilt milk
I took my chances, I cut my cord
And I found trouble in a flat-bed Ford
I've been to Louisiana, Talahassee, Pasadena, San Juan and
Santa Fe
Forget about luck when you see that truck a girl can get carried away
Yea mom was right when she said that night
You won't find diamonds in a ten-cent store
But you will find trouble in a flat-bed Ford
In a flat-bed ford, a girl gets carried away
You'll go dancing in the starry night
And wake up with a fright in the heat of day.
In a flat-bed Ford. In a flat-bed Ford.
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Too Scared To Run
03:47
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Well we've circled one another for an hour
And we've contemplated many future scenes
Like doing things to one another in the shower
Involving flesh and lips and soap and steam
But the place in which we sit is almost empty
And the waiter's stacking chairs upon the bar
And though we're saying nought we're thinking plenty
Like do we dare to find out what we really are
Too scared to run, too weak to stand too tough to fight
Let's me and you just call a truce and make love all night
When morning comes there's talk of goin steady
And clothes are strewn all across the floor
But though we're both aware there's nothing that we share
Somehow we never make it through that door
Too scared to run, too weak to stand too tough to fight
Let's me and you just call a truce and make love all night
In life you rarely meet the perfect partner
Or if you do the timing's never right
But it really doesn't matter if you both stay off the patter
Call a truce get really loose and love all night
Too scared to run, too weak to stand too tough to fight
Let's me and you just call a truce and make love all night
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Snakebite
03:15
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TELL YOU IN THIS WORLD TWO THINGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FATAL
ONE IS WOMAN ONE IS SNAKEBITE
ONE IS SITTIN AT MY TABLE
DO I HIT THE DECK A RUNNIN?
OR TRY AND TEST HER CUNNING?
DO I TRY TO RUN AND HIDE?
DO I TRY TO STAY AND FIGHT?
NO I DECIDE TO TRY AND LOVE AND RISK THE BITE
I'VE CROSSED THE MEKONG RIVER UNDER SHELLS AS BIG AS HOUSTON
I RODE THE NEW YORK SUBWAY AND STEERS JUST BUILT FOR BRUISIN
BUT I NEVER TOOK A RISK LIKE I'M THIS MINUTE CONTEMPLATIN
DO I TRY TO RUN AND HIDE?
DO I TRY TO STAY AND FIGHT?
NO I DECIDE TO TRY AND LOVE AND RISK THE BITE
I'M GONNA LOVE YOU TONIGHT
I'M GONNA LOVE YOU TONIGHT
I'M GONNA LOVE YOU TONIGHT
I'M GONNA LOVE YOU TONIGHT AND RISK THE BITE
I'VE BEEN BITTEN ONCE OR TWICE SO I SET A BAD EXAMPLE
THOUGH THE STING IS AWFUL NICE THE RULE IS FUNDAMENTAL
HIT THE DECK A RUNNIN DON'T TRY AND TEST HER CUNNING
DECIDE TO RUN AND HIDE
DECIDE TO STAY AND FIGHT
CAUSE ONLY FOOLS LIKE ME WILL RISK THE BITE
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In the twinkling of an eye, fire swept out place
I shoulda seen it coming should've recognised her face
Now I'm standing in the ruins, of what was once my pride
And the love I thought was mine has died
In the twinkling of an eye
We met at seventeen some accidental thing
You took me to a movie but we didn't watch the screen
And we walked the late streets hand in hand
And I held you to my side
And that is how we fell in love
In the twinkling of an eye
In the twinkling of an eye your whole life's written
In the merest flash of time every line forgotten
I thought we could last eternity
We were special you and I
But all that died
In the twinkling of an eye
In the twinkling of an eye fire swept our place
I shoulda seen it coming should've recognised her face
But I guess I was distracted and there were things that I'd neglected
And our unprotected loved just died
In the twinkling of an eye
In the twinkling of an eye your whole life's written
In the merest flash of time every line forgotten
I thought we could last eternity
We were special you and I
But all that died
In the twinkling of an eye
In the twinkling of an eye
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Love That Sound
04:23
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Sound the horn, shut the barn,
Now the sun's gone down,
Grab the car your ma and pa
Are heading into town,
There's a bar where they play guitar
We have a beer and leap around,
The banjo sings, the fiddle swings,
Oh,I how I love that sound,
I really love that sound,
I really love that sound,
I'm never ever ever down
Because I love that sound.
Iron that shirt, pleat that skirt,
Shine your dancing shoes,
We've worked all day, earned our pay
And now we're cutting loose
There's a bar where they play guitar
We have a beer and leap around
the banjo sings, the fiddle swings,
Oh,I how I love that sound,
I really love that sound,
I really love that sound,
I'm never ever ever down
Because I love that sound.
I love the fiddle when it makes that locomotive sound.
I love the banjo when it growls,
I love the guitar when it howls,
I love the band pass the hat around
And don't let 'em stop until the sun comes up
Because I love that sound.
I really love that sound,
I really love that sound,
I'm never ever ever down
Because I love that sound.
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I Don't Need You Now
01:39
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I don't need you now.
I got TV.
Don't need your sweet red lips
That only lie to me,
Won't miss your perfume neck
Or your angel's laugh,
I'm the CEO of my desire
And I don't need no staff.
Sure there's things I'll miss,
That midnight kiss,
That burns so deep down to my soul
And makes me lose control
But I don't need you now,
I've a telephone,
And friends to call just gonna wait a while till they get home
See I got TV
And some books to read
So don't flatter yourself girl
You're what I need,
Okay I'll miss your touch
And the way you shake your hair
But not that much,
No I don't care,
I won't miss your skin,
Cool beside me,
'Cause I think I mentioned I got friends
And I got TV.
I don't need you now,
I'll be fine alone,
‘cause I got a big TV
And a telephone.
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We're rude crude, home brewed, roll spit tobacco and chew boys
Just bad, mad lads in a bar with a jar and a pool cue
Low dollar, blue collar, laugh dance holler and handsome
Be your friend amen to the end extend it and then some
We're riggers and diggers and wheelers and dealers we're good guys
Love our hogs and our dogs and our cars and the stars in the night sky
And you know that you count on us
When the chips are down we make are the downs go up
We're rude crewed, home brewed, roll spit tobacco and chew boys.
We're the feet on the beat of a street near you,
The hands of the man who shapes and screws
Drives the van of the band to Kalamazoo
Five-star four-star three-star too
And if you ever need a helping hand
Or a little bit of understand
You'll find it in the space on the bar beside the jar between those
Rude crude, home brewed, roll spit tobacco and chew boys.
We're rude crude, home brewed, roll spit tobacco and chew boys
Just bad, mad lads in a bar with a jar and a pool cue
Low dollar, blue collar, laugh dance holler and handsome
Be your friend amen to the end extend it and then some
And rest assured that we will be deployed
In every bar from Wichita to Illinois
We're rude crewed, home brewed, roll spit tobacco and chew boys
Just rude crewed, home brewed, roll spit tobacco and chew boys.
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Don't Go
02:40
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I’ll be here for you
With a heart that’s true
Darling can’t you see
This ain’t no fantasy
We did it you and me
You have touched my soul
But now the bell has tolled
Together we inspired
But now I’m not required
It’s time to march alone
I’ll be here for you
With a heart that’s true
Darling can’t you see
We did it you and me
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Dave Warner Sydney, Australia
Bob Dylan declared Dave Warner his favourite Australian artist. In 1973 Warner formed Pus, Australia’s first punk
band.
He travelled to London in 1975 and developed a concept of original Australian music, `suburban rock’. Warner returned to Perth in 1976 and formed Dave Warner’s from the Suburbs an instant success. Warner continues to write and record music and is author of 20 books.
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