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The Requiem
00:28
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Party Dates
02:14
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Went down to Melbourne town
My fortune for to find
Met my mates for party dates
I almost lost my mind
Then I met a little gal
Who came from the Emerald Isle
My tongue was tied, my mouth went dry
Captivated by her smile
Ohhhh
This one’s for my friends
Ohhhh
This one’s for my friends
I guess you figured out by now
This story has no end
Now we’re down in Hepburn town.
And eddie has a friend
painted little birdies
are hanging on the wall
Living down in Hepburn town
We’re waiting for the rain to fall
Ohhhh
This one’s for my friends
Ohhhh
This one’s for my friends
Had to write another verse
When Yoerik came along
He’s the king of the armoured bears
And now he’s in this song
Wolfie’s got a brother now
Eddie’s got two friends
I guess you’ll have to call this song
The song that never ends
Ohhh
The song that never ends
Ohhh
This one’s for my friends
Ohhh
The song that never ends
Ohhh
This one’s for my friends
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Holy Guacamole
02:15
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You say you want to build a wall
To keep them all away
But every wall is bound to fall
No matter what you say
Make a map
Draw a line
Borders here and there
To keep you in
Keep us out
You know it’s just not fair.
Tear down the walls
So when we want to saddle up
Go out for a ride
Take a trip
To see our friends
Who live on the other side
You stop us at the border
And say we can’t go in
But in the end
We know for sure
People always win
Tear down the walls
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Parasol
03:14
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An Indian chief in a second line band.
Took me ‘round the corner to the Gris Gris man.
He reached down deep in his mojo bag,
And the he gave me something I’d never had before…
Chorus
I was walking in the rain down in New Orleans.
I saw the craziest thing I ever seen.
A purple alligator with a pink parasol.
That’s not all, no that’s not all.
A voodoo queen she was dressed in green,
She took me out dancing on the Dixieland scene.
She said it’s gonna rain, but it won’t rain long.
Then we started singing that funky soul song.
I was walking in the rain down in New Orleans.
I saw the craziest thing I ever seen.
A purple alligator with a pink parasol.
That’s not all, no that’s not all.
A tuba playing man with a big brass band
Came to me with a brand new plan.
He said ‘Let’s drink in the streets all night long’
Dancing to the beat of that funky soul sound
I was walking in the rain down in New Orleans.
I saw the craziest thing I ever seen.
A purple alligator with a pink parasol.
That’s not all, no that’s not all
I was tripping in the rain down in New Orleans.
It was the craziest thing I ever been.
A purple alligator with a pink parasol.
That’s not all, no that’s not all
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Drunken Interlude
00:19
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I want to get inside your head
Believed in every word that you said
All your words turn in to lies
Sitting back, it’s no surprise
I want to get inside your head
I want to get inside your head
I want to get inside your head
Drunken phone calls
Stuff you said
Someone tell me something soon
Someday I’ll be over you
I want to get inside your head
I want to get inside your head
So waltz with me
on Johnston Street at midnight
It really doesn’t matter what the tune
As headlights come and go,
Spinning round so slow
Waltz with me at midnight
I want to get inside your head
I want to get inside your head
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Limbo
02:45
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Seen some crime
Done some time
Trapped in a world I don’t understand
Pull me near
Full of fear
I’d bend over backwards for you
And the things that we do
When the bar’s getting low
Music gets louder
The words start to flow
And the things that we do
When the bar’s getting low
There’s too much tension
The dance starts to slow
Who do you know?
How low can you go?
Living your life in limbo
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Wasted Sundays
02:16
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You were only little
When you were made to go
To that building on the hill
With the old man in strange clothes
He spoke about a man
Who died for your sins
Rose again in three days
And then he disappeared
So where is your God?
Where has she gone?
All you do is pray
But you never belong
Shout to the sky
But nobody hears
So many wasted Sundays… so many years
As you grew older
You’d question why you’d go
To that building every Sunday
With that old man in strange clothes
Told to have faith
All would be revealed
How can you believe?
How do you really feel?
Ideas from books are thrown
Ideologies passed around
But no evidence or truth
Can ever be found
So where is your God?
Where has she gone?
All you do is pray
But you never belong
Shout to the sky
But nobody hears
So many wasted Sundays over so many years
So where is your God?
Where has she gone?
All you do is pray
But you never belong
Shout to the sky
But nobody hears
So many wasted Sundays… so many years
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12. |
My Pal
03:18
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The Resignators Melbourne, Australia
The Resignators, from Victoria, Australia, are a seven headed brash and boisterous ska punk monster, featuring blistering guitar, thumping bass, melodious keyboards, driving drums and a military like horn section, ready to attack, putting a bomb under the relatively easy, feel-good vibes that are often spun in the genre, with their punk-inflected ska. ... more
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