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True Believers
05:19
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I remember the suburbs
I remember the roads
I remember the way they cut you down
And I remember you speaking
The way you said they were wrong
You said there was work yet to be done
You were exonerated
I was only fourteen
Staring at your reflection
Stirring up something deep
Cut apart like a pendant
That we hung from the gates
What was still worth defending
What was left in its place
Country roads, stormy weather
With the ones you love
And the ones that never let you fall apart - this is a song for the true believers
City lights in a lucky country
Where you don’t think twice and you take it for granted
That you’ll drink all night and you’ll say you’re a true believer
And maybe you still believed it
And maybe you didn’t care
The way the people received it
Like it was already dead
And you never amounted
To the man I admired
But I never encountered
Somebody so inspired
And now I see your reflection
And I hear your refrain
And what was once so familiar
Never quite feels the same
And its hard to remember
Now I work every day
When you’re left with the feeling
And it won’t go away
Country roads, stormy weather with the
Ones you love and the ones that never let you
Fall apart - this is a song for the true believers
City lights on the Tropic of Cancer
If you lose your way
Baby we can go dancing
Cos it sure ain't easy
But they say you're a true believer
I’m living in the country
Stormy weather
You better believe it that it’s now or never
City lights
Shining brighter than before
You better watch out kid or they’ll settle that score
Country roads
Stormy weather
Maybe you and me should stick together
Everybody’s talking
About how they’re gonna leave
Everybody’s talking bout’ the true believers
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Anyone But You
04:56
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Anyone but you
Would let me walk away
Would see the way we bruise
The way we lost ourselves
It’s anybody’s game
I was prepared to lose
To anyone but you
Eyes so blue you could drown inside
Walking through the evening like a burning pyre
I was outclassed and outdone
Light me up and let me burn to white
Let me lie away into the dead of night
I’m only driftwood I’m only drifting
Virtue’s broken wing
Kept me from the things that made it real
I gave up the right
To keep your love inside
I could be true - to anyone but you
Breakneck speed on the ocean road
Try to get to Nelson fore’ you realise I’m gone
But I’m gone babe well I’m gone
Get a little weed and drink a bottle of wine
Baby no-ones gonna help you once they run out of time
And they’re busy - we’re all getting busy
Ask me how to sing
Ask me everything I never learned
Cast your stones in sin
Cast me as the villain it’s all true
For anyone but you
Take your things and give up your tears
Nothing's getting better til' you get out of here
And I’m praying, that you’ll stay
Pack your bags and forget the dreams
Buy a ticket somewhere on the cover of a magazine
It's that easy, it's that easy
Throw out rolls of film
Give away the things you own and leave
Sell your car for scrap
Call your little sister say you’re not sure if you’re coming back it's easy to do
For anyone but you
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Home To You
04:07
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I lost all of my instinct
In the heat of the day
I sold my inhibitions
Just to pay to see them broken down
Cos summer’s the season of long legs and beautiful people
I’m awake with the fever of all my lost evenings in dreams
I’m caught out in a rip babe
And I’m far from the shore
I’m swimming out to your ship love
Like a moth drawn to a flame
Well you’re watching me drown
And I’m over my head, all this churning emotion - I’m out of my depth
Honey dive in and save me
I need you now
I want to breathe
Your skin
I want to feel
You around me
Cos when I'm coming home to you
And the streetlights running to the beat of the drum
And I'm coming home to you
Well it's a story that's as old as the stones
When I'm home with you
To see that look in your eyes that I know so well
Oh when I'm home with you
Nothing's ever gonna be the same
Black burning my feet girl
When I follow you down
White lines are relief now
But I’m only halfway there
When the highway’s a fever the sand’s no relief and the water is cool and inviting
At least let me drown the waves of your tenderness and care
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My Town
03:54
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I didn’t think you would feel it
We left when you were still young
Of all the things you remembered
Of all the things that you’ve learned
You’re uncle’s house by the city
The road that leads to the bay
The day we walked to the church and saw
Your great grandmother’s grave
And I remember the feeling
From long before you were born
Something I missed on the East coast
The way you know you’re at home
Down the streets after midnight
The yellow lights set the stage
There’s the alleyway you’re daddy used to walk down
To sing your mother sweet serenades
I’ve been round
I’ve been all around
I’ve been around
But it’s my hometown
Something about summer evenings
That last you all through the year
Sometimes our memories are cloudy
But we both wish she was here
There’s broken glass on the pavement
Shining like the milky way
You’re much too young to remember
But it was ten years ago to the day
I’ve been round
I’ve been all around
I’ve been around
But it’s my hometown
You got her voice and you got her grace
The way your eyes light up to the radio
The way we used to sing you songs
I gave you the Rolling Stones but she gave you Nina Simone
I’ve been round
I’ve been all around
I’ve been around
But it’s my hometown
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Diesel And Whiskey
03:30
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I should have known
We’d come to this
I never thought we’d last this long
You were wrong
I was young
I never felt like that before
You’ll drink
And I’ll drive
We’re both just looking for a sign
There’s white lines
Green lights
You can shout and I can leave my woes behind
On the long long road
That we always seem to follow
There’s a place thats waiting to be found
And we might be hurting and we might be proud but baby
Diesel and whiskey make the world go round
Diesel and whiskey make the world go round
I was quicker
When I drank liquor
I funny I was strong
You couldn’t fall
With your back against the wall
You were good enough to tell me I was wrong
Four wheels
They let you feel
They let you see the open road
While you wept
I kept every
Every picture every memory that we made together
On the long long road
That we always seem to follow
There’s a place thats waiting to be found
And we might be hurting and we might be proud but baby
Diesel and whiskey make the world go round
Diesel and whiskey make the world go round
Jim Beam makes you mean
And cigarettes they make you calm
A big chassi and four wheels might make you happy
If you fix that old transmission you can lose your inhibitions cos
Third gear
Brings a tear
Burned out in winter rain
Wake up and take your best shot baby
Mornings were the best you got, nothings gonna let you on the
On the long long road
That we always seem to follow
There’s a place thats waiting to be found
And we might be hurting and we might be proud but baby
Diesel and whiskey make the world go round
Diesel and whiskey make the world go round
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6. |
Shaking It
04:01
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She cut her hair off and she wouldn’t take her medicine
She caught me staring and she told me she was innocent
And maybe we were both too young to really understand
And maybe I just let the freedom get the upper hand
She used to tell me that her life was like a photograph
The way that everything could make her cry and make her laugh
We used to walk along the main street as the lights went on
I was afraid to ask her whether anything was wrong
Oh baby
You can’t imagine how it makes me feel
Oh baby,
My hands are shaking
You got me taking it all
She kept a record of the things that used to make her feel
The times she meant it and the times she only laughed for show
She used to talk about the things that made her want to leave
And her discomfort was the only thing that made it real
Oh baby
You can’t imagine how it makes me feel
Oh baby,
My hands are shaking
You got me taking it all
Now there’s a theory that we’re all just playing make believe
That every feeling every memory’s just a crazy dream
But it’s as real as anything I’ve ever felt before
Its just a feeling but I’ve never ever been so sure
Oh baby
You can’t imagine how it makes me feel
Oh baby,
My hands are shaking
You got me taking it all
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Hey little darlin won’t you tell me bout lightning
Tell me bout the time you were only thirteen
And you drove your daddy’s car to the shore just to see it light up
Tell me bout the time you believed in ghosts
And the way that your grandmother crossed herself
Your little brother was scared so you stood by the door and kept watch
Oh pretty baby won’t you keep on turning
Oh pretty baby let me keep on earning
This old hearts got a whole lotta love to give
I’ve been thinking bout the way we talk
How we never say nothing that would sound like love
How you stare at the floor when I hold your hand in mine
Oh its a dream I can always remember
Oh its a fire that keeps burning and burning
Over and over again, over and over again
I believe, I believe in what’s gone wrong
Hey its the promise that we made that summer
When you spent three weeks at the house on the corner
And we rode through the streets to the the jetty necking bottles of wine
Hey you remember that your daddy got mad
When he found the cigarettes at the bottom of your bag
And you wouldn’t say nothing and no you wouldn’t say nothing at all
Hey we were drinking in the beachside carpark
And maybe I was thinking that you really were the one
And this old heart had a whole lotta love to give
Cos I’ve been dreamin bout your silhouette
On the sand in the dark with the moon at your back
And the night we swam in the dark with the milky way
Oh its a dream I can always remember
Oh its a fire that keeps burning and burning
Over and over again, over and over again
I believe, I believe in what’s gone wrong
Hey little darlin been a long time coming
And we’ve both been broken and we’ve both been running
But gimme one shot and I’ll give you everything I got left
Hey little darlin its a song we’ve sung before
And we won’t stop singing for sure
Let me take your hand and I’ll take my chance again
Oh pretty baby let me keep on yearning
Oh pretty baby let me keep on burning
This old heart’s got a whole lotta love to give
Oh its a dream I can always remember
Oh its a fire that keeps burning and burning
Over and over again, over and over again
I believe, I believe in what’s gone wrong
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8. |
Tim Rogers Town
03:55
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There's a place, People go
It's the secret, That everyone knows
In the city, Down an alley
They're selling whiskey, Wearing tailored clothes
In the rain, Such a shame
Baby’s got the blues cos baby’s got the boots
On the 19, Or the 86
I’m heading North of the river, Maybe there we’ll be better
I worked all Sunday just to make enough money
To lose it on a passing trend
Can you tell I’m a musician by the way I wash these dishes
Cos its something I could never define in Tim Rogers town
There’s a street, make you weep
All of the of the things you never thought you could keep
There’s a man, it ain’t cheap
But its hundred year profession that was lost in the depression
Just for you, shining shoes
He’s been to Berlin, and he’ll tell you what he learned
About movies, Oh so groovy
You can listen if you want you can read it on the blocks
And I woke up Monday trying to find a little honey
In the bottom of a bottle of wine
You can pretend its getting warmer but I’m only getting older
I don’t think I’m sticking around in Tim Rogers Town
Na na na na
Can you look can you see
Baby’s picking outfits from the cover of a magazine
So obscene
All of the pink and the yellow; the 1973
See him walking - so smooth talking
He’s got the rockabilly suits and the prison tattoos
You can thank him you can praise him
He’s got you working for free for opportunity
I spent my money drinkin' long black coffee
Tryin’ to keep my feet on the ground
You can tell my Barista, when I go I’ll really miss
The way he never really gave me the time
In Tim Rogers town
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9. |
Would You Be Mine
04:10
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Well there’s a pinup girl by her elbow
So she’s never drinking alone
And a ship in full sail on her left arm
To remind her to never go home
And that fragment of poetry is fading
And the meaning was lost long ago
And the swallow that flies on her shoulder
For the times that she doesn’t belong
And her room’s at the back of the garden
And its cold as winter in New York
And her walls are adorned with temptation
And the shelves hide the cracks in the walls
And she remembers the names of great authors
And the words to her favourite songs
And in the early hours of the morning
We can still hear the trucks and the trains and the fights and the rails
And last night I was dreaming of Northcote
And the city from the top of the hill
And from a hotel room accross the country
Well you’re crying in that kitchenette still
And I dreamed of great wisdom and poetry
Of the things I could say if I tried
But you never could take satisfaction
You were always so wounded and proud
And she’s tender in all the wrong places
And she’s standing just a little too close
She’s unravelling ever so gently
But she’s hiding it better than most
And her calves are adorned with the images of birds
And her feet are the fish and the sea
And her past is a road that my fingers are walking
But this journey is only skin deep
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10. |
To The Man
07:10
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To the man
Of compromised ideals
With one hand on my shoulder
Tryin’ to tell me how to feel
There’s no way to be remembered
There’s no way to do it right
When you’re running on a memory
Of how you used to fight
Oh and how you used to show them
Used like a burned out wagon
The kind you see sitting on highways
The kind you remember from the old days
When you’re all out of patience
When you’re sick of sitting round
When it’s high time for my time
When its ride on or die
Won't you raise your sights above this fatal shore
Cos the feeling doesn't matter when you're gone
You were willing but the dream was not for sale
Your money's worthless now
Your money's worthless now
To the rain
that washes my red hands
Like the threat of early compromise
Like when he says he understands
When you’re burned out and bleeding
When you’ve seen it all before
When you’re tired beyond believing
When you’re angry and reformed
And it speaks of empty meaning
When you speak your mind at all
You can’t remember being forthright
You just remember getting old
And then you wake up one day
And the face that stares you down
Is the one in the mirror
Where all the lines meet in your eyes
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Max Savage and the False Idols Adelaide, Australia
Max Savage plays songs of heartache, loneliness and redemption with a polished brutality forged from years of touring the loneliest corners of the country. With almost three hundred shows under his belt from the last eighteen months; his is a sound of bitter regret and rock and roll swagger that belies his youth, talent and magnetic stage presence. ... more
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