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Melbourne
06:40
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Melbourne
Met her down in Melbourne, sometime ago
She was living fast, I was moving slow.
Met her at a hotel, owned by a woman in red,
She was in need of a doctor but she didn’t have the bread
Chorus
Before you leave, say goodbye,
Couldn’t go on living a lie
I think about every time I see the sky
So bye-bye baby, baby good bye
We made love in the morning and in the shadow of storms
You walls were peeling and your linen was torn.
We made love until the day you turned the key
You didn’t look back when you say goodbye to me
Chorus
Now it’s late in the evening and the guests have all gone
I’m thinking ‘bout you baby and I’m thinking that it’s wrong
I should sleep alone when winters in the trees
I should be breaking in your loving arms like waves upon the seas
Chorus x2
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My Music is Dead
03:54
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my music is daed
It took a bullet in the head
My drummers hands are still
It was against his will
my bass player's in jail
i can't afford his bail
My piano player is spent
The trumpet player is bent
The Fender twin is dead
The roady's off his head
The saxophone is broke
The mixers had a stroke
The thrill is gone
The roadshow has moved on
The promoters all left town
Their neon sign fell down
The punters stay at home
The singer stands alone
The riders drunk and gone
The band will not go on
Now young girl's like meat
Pulse in the juicy heat
They move in a trance
Of sweet ignorance
They will come undone
Like homer's Paragon
All that is made
Soon withers and fades
Like the set list on the floor
Ain't there anymore
I never cared until
I saw that mansion on the hill
credits
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All Blues Singers are Liars
Hey man I'm having an affair
With beautiful woman with strawberry blond hair
She's willing to do anything for me
Like bang me on the bed-stead she won't let me be
She work me in to a red hot fire
But I wanna warn you, blues singers are liars
I wanna tell you what you orta know
Her fabled moves make the juices flow
She never tires she goes on and on
With her tinkling fingers
And her tunnelling tongue
She do it in the kitchen by the rotary drier
Wanna warn you, blues singers are liars
she's a sexual criminal and jail is waiting
She's been found guilty of serial felting
She screams and comes when I call her on the phone
And commits atrocities while we're all alone
She do it with noises you name the position
To achieve world's best practice
Is our stated mission
We catalogue our sexual gluttony
It's our contribution to posterity
She pours hot fat on my flaming desire
I wanna warn you, blues singers are liars
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Certain Age
05:17
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Certain Age
When you get to a certain age
You gotta do things right,
You gotta go to work each day and come home sober each night
When you get to a certain age.
When you get to a certain age,
Ya gotta stop smoking that dope
Stop hanging around this dead-beat friends who've got no jobs no hope
When ya get to a certain age
When ya get to a certain age
Ya stop driving that hotted-up Ford
Ya gotta drive a family wagon with a sign, "baby on board"
When ya get to a certain age
When get to certain age
You gotta ignore that girl across the street
She might have long shiny legs and a body to make you weep
But she's young and optimistic and all so very sweet…(you paedophilic creep)
And your old and indifferent, you anin't no sexual athlete
Cause you've reached a flaccid age
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Gotta Serve Somebody
05:46
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Pre-TV
04:08
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I was born pre-tv…the rest of the song explains what that means...
lyrics
I was born, pre TV
Heard Elvis baby from my momma's knee
I was born pre-tv
Ain’t as young as I used to be,
But I can still see the wood from the trees
Even though I got emphysema and creaky knees
I was born pre TV
AIN’T AS YOUNG AS I USED TO BE
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You say you’re workin baby
Working late at night,
But you come home all messed up
and you ain’t walkin’ right
I’m gonna tell you one thing baby
That you ortta know
You gotta fly right baby
Or you gotta go.
I was born pre TV
Heard Elvis from my mama’s knee
Ain't as young as I used to be
repeat second verse
credits
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Rainy Night in Georgia
07:04
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11. |
I'm Ready
05:03
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Champagne and Reefer
06:30
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The Hornets Melbourne, Australia
The Hornets have been described by The Age Newspaper as Melbourne's best blues band. Featuring ARIA Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductees Jeff Burstin on guitar, Wayne Duncan on bass, together with ARIA winner Bruce Haymes on keyboards, Chris Tabon on drums and singer/song writer Craig Horne on guitar and vocals, the Hornets, with 6 acclaimed CD's to their name, have been buzzing for over 20 years. ... more
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