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Love At The Door
03:43
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When you’re feeling kinda seasick and your head spins round and round
And you don’t know where you’re going to – going up or going down?
When you’re falling from the ladder and the wolves are at the door
When your apple pie’s inviting you but you don’t want any more
Turn around and love is at the door
When you find you’re always losing things and your comb sticks in your hair
You forget which house belongs to you but you don’t seem to care
When your clothes don’t seem to fit you and your hand won’t fit the glove
I reach the same conclusion - I think you’re falling in love
Love love, what could I be thinking of?
Love, love – never seem to get enough.
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Kick At The Bricks
04:46
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15 years of being pushed around. Able to think, not allowed to speak
Doesn’t anybody know that you’re a woman now? There’s been no blood for the past few weeks
The in between years can be the hardest time. No one knows the anxiety
So confused. Is it such a crime, trying to rail against society?
My my, why’d you run away. My my, what you gonna do? My my, you’re feeling pushed away
Kick at the bricks and push right through. Smash a window and get on through
Now you’re on your own, so many bills to pay. Can’t find any work, just sit at home
Sun goes down, can’t face another day. Don’t want to be lonely, just want to be alone
You remember your bedroom – your toys and magazines. Dinner together, “pass the gravy please”
Gathered around the TV, hot chocolate and squeaky clean. It’s not so band when it’s a memory.
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A spud or two to put in the stew
Oh, there’s so much more you can do
Number them. Paint them. Colour them bright
Pierce them with string and hang from the light
Use them as earrings. Nibble them too
Mulch them together, turn them to glue
Kiss them goodnight – they’ll sleep in your shoe
Show them your garden. Lay them as bricks
Throw them at neighbours and poke them with sticks
You can use them as earrings. Put them round on your nose
Take them for bike rides. You can make them some clothes
Squash them with your fingers. Squash them with your toes
You can practice your Spanish. Make them your friend.
So many things – you know that it never ends
Teach them the tuba. Take them back to Peru
Wash them and peel them. So many things to do
A spud or two to put in your shoe. A spud or two, put them back in the stew
A spud or two, mix them back with some glue. A spud or two, it’s all you can do
A spud or two or three
One potato two potato three potato four.
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You're Cured
04:30
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I showed my heart to the doctor. He said I’m almost cured
But when I filled my prescription, I said “now, give me some more”
He said, “You’re only wasting. You’re only wasting
You’re only wasting and when you’re done you’re going to come back to my door”
I went back to the doctor. He said,
“There’s only one cure. You got to leave that woman of yours. She’ll leave you begging for more.”
I said, “She never asks for mothing. She’s only good to me.”
But the doctor said, “Now listen here, son, there’s one thing you got to do for me”
He said “You’re cured. Don’t come back no more.”
He slipped his hand in my pocket. He said, “This will cure the pain of love”
I got my hand and I reached inside, wrapped around it just like a glove.
I’m going straight back to you. I’ve got a gun right in my hand.
I’m going straight back to you, my darling. I’ve got a gun right in my hand.
You’re cured. Don’t come back no more
Yes, you’re cured. You ain’t sick no more.
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5. |
A Quiet Street
03:14
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6. |
Away To Play
04:29
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Bright eyes gazing up at me. Wide eyes, what do you see?
Aliens with silver studded boots. Spacemen living in dreams
Strangers tramping over their land. Noisy, talking in tongues
White noise. “Everybody clap your hands”. Danger! Watch out for your young
Away to play. Let’s stay another day, let’s go.
Break the barrier, music going to touch your soul
Mean well, but the attitude is wrong. Soft sell. “This is one of our songs”
Pointless. More important things to do. Tomorrow white fella gone.
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Tunnel Vision
04:49
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8. |
Inside Yourself
03:52
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You keep on reaching. What else can you do?
Success may be a disappointment to you
You think you’re living in society but in reality you’re just living inside yourself
Will you find salvation in a foreign land?
Can you find Haven in a grain of sand?
You keep on reaching for the highest star
But no matter where you go, there you are
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Crushed
03:29
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You can only be betrayed by someone you trust and you’ll always be afraid of turning to rust
Faith in a dream can keep you alive. Only faith in yourself will make you survive
Too close to the sun. Too close to the sun you are
Too close to the sun, you’ll melt like butter, crushed like flowers
Promises flow off tongues like rivers of gold
They can blind with their sparkle as the mystery unfolds
You must see with you heart, not with your eyes
Cos the man who can’t understand is the one who’ll advise
So take belief in your seriously. There is no other way
And you’ll cast away the eclipse that darkens your day.
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I got a bunch of steps for you to learn. I hope you do it tonight.
And there’s a difference you may discern if you do it right.
We’re feeling fine, we’re going to toe the line. The line of least existence
Feeling fine, we’re going to walk that line. The line of least existence
Now listen – you take a little piece of common sense. You twist it inside out
You grab one meaningless platitude. You break it, you shake it all about
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six , five, four, swallow the key that unlocks the door
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11. |
A Day Like Any Other
05:05
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Nothing has changed. Your history remains. You can’t wipe the stain of your memories
Birds will sing, lovers will swing, and it won’t mean a thing to so many
And as you return to the Earth, the land of your birth, you won’t be the first to discover
As they carry your bones to your new pinewood home, you’ll go there alone with no another
It was a day like any other, Just a day like any other. Like so many that went on before
The wind through the trees that calls of release. The soft summer breeze has no answer
The orchestra of bees, a ballet of leaves swirls round your feet like a dancer
As the show comes to a close, everybody knows it’s time to shuffle home in quietness
There are no cries for more. There’ll be no encore as the curtain slowly falls to silence
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12. |
Charlie's Good Tonight
04:42
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Best thing ever happened to me. Back in 1973. And it didn’t involve a girl
When I saw the Rolling Stones.
Even though without Brian Jones, it was the best thing in the world
Cos Charlie was good tonight
And he played them drums just right
Became a fan. Got obsessed. Bought the t-shirts and the rest. Never enough
He wrote me a letter thanking me for sending a copy of my cd
Boy, was I chuffed
And Charlie is good tonight and he play that snare nice and tight
Charlie is good tonight and everything is going to be all right
So it came as quite a shock. The man who’d roll when he’d rock
It cracked my heart
And now there ain’t no Charlie Watts and I miss what I haven’t got.
Who I loved from the start
But Charlie is good tonight. He gonna play them drums just right
Charlie is good tonight and everything is going to be all right
But Charlie is good tonight. He gonna play them drums nice and tight
Charlie is good tonight and everything is going to be all right
Charlie’s good tonight isn’t he?
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Phil Bennett Perth, Australia
Singer, songwriter, keyboardist etc Discography:
Piece de Resistance - Resistants
Self-titled -
Helicopters
Great Moments In Aviation – Helicopters
Never Seen Eyes – Phil Bennett
Kiss The Feet – Love bites -
Eyewitness – Love bites
Stories From The South – Love bites
Walking Through Cobwebs – Pillbox
Quack – Indigo Duck
Live at the Blues Club – Indigo Duck
Queuing For Everest – Norgay Tension
... more
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