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You’re here today, then gone tomorrow
The silent eye, of this world will follow
You, you’re caught between my arms and the moon
Over the earth, over the ocean
I need to sleep, in your sweet motion
I’ve been told
Your silver linings worth its weight in gold
I’m not crying,
I’m just dissolving in your gentle rain, again
Oh, look up!
I swear that I could see your face but then
It’s just a cloud, to carry us away
We drift apart, spun together,
Rest awhile, under your weather
Blue - caught between tomorrow and too soon
You’re just the cloud
To carry us away, oh
You’re just the cloud
To carry us away, oh
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Wireless Hill
04:24
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The world was still
Still a child
When I took you home to
Old River Town
Down by the banks of her slow, slow water
I washed the red dust clean away
If only I could cry
for the lonely years, I took from you
Way up on Wireless Hill
So way up here on
Wireless Hill
I can see the river rolling still
A journey out towards
The open sea
I wish that ship would bring you back to me
A journey safe and sound
Until we're all, homeward-bound
Back to Wireless Hill
Ooooo la la la la
Here comes that blackened feeling
Ooooo la la la la
There goes the only life I know
Ooooo la la la la
We may be well past needing
Ooooo la la la la
Any more love to grow
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3. |
Float like a Feather
03:34
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You float like a feather on the wind
Soft and discarded
Dreaming of the sky
With no time to watch you fall
We only know the truth
When it fades away and dies
You hung on to your dreams too long
Oh, it must be cruel
To never wake again
But every bird must sing its song, and every song
Will resolve in the end
To be sung
Like a feather on the wind
A gentle cloud passed over me
But the sun could always see
See right through me
And the Gods of rock and roll are beat
They’re out on their feet
But still wear the same old boots.
With the sadness, of a mother
Crying like a baby all alone
Never knowing, one way or another
What her children have become
When there’s darkness to be conquered
You won’t have the time to choose
Like a feather on the wind
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4. |
Under New York Skies
02:56
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Oh, blow me down
To those warm avenues
I hear the subway
You were almost in tune
Slow echoes out your name
Cool water in your veins
Oh, Will I
See you
Under the New York skies
Again? Oh
They’ve opened a room at the Stanhope Hotel
Where you rattled those snakes
And rang every bell
I hear you got the blues
For 20-dollar shoes
I’m going to,
Sit down under the New York skies again, oh
Will I see you
Under the New York skies
Again? Oh, Oh…...
Big Sky
Big Sky
Wipe away your clouds and let me fly
The night is just a graveyard for the light
But I am not afraid to see
What you made of me
That’s just like you
You’ve always got me looking up
At the big sky
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Big Sky
03:56
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The birds took every song I knew
Took my love and offered it to you
Took my one desire
And rearranged me
Just like new
So, tune it in, your radio, hear those ancient sounds
They’re beaming in, from twilight towers, they’re all around
From outer space, from worlds afar
Hear the old century's newest stars …Big Sky
Big Sky
I look to you to help me believe again
Some things you can only do with rain
But clouds are silver lined
Depending who you ask
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6. |
Backyard Blues
04:18
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The winter trees look lonely now
Waiting for the spring
The autumn birds left early
For another place to sing
I dropped the clock and all lost time
No need to be alarmed
Your pets have all been losing sleep
At the country farm
Now I am alone, despite my charms
I’m sure you got the news
With the backyard blues
Your eyes are wet just like cement
Could fix me with a stare
I asked just where the future went
You laughed and said under there
I’m good to go
Despite the wear
Despite those hidden clues
With these backyard blues
I could make your doorbell ring
In these worn-out shoes
Oh, the backyard blues
All night drinking up the moon
If it, it don’t kill me soon
The backyard blues
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Hold Me Tight
04:28
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Hold me tight
Let the ground become your ocean
When the world is raining tricks
It will take a fool to know one
So never be the thief
Never take more than you hope for
When love is your reward
You’ll only want for nothing
Time has told us why it’s waiting still
It’s all about the journey, in the end
When I saw you, standing
Small and silent on the platform
Would you wait, by the exit forever
In a green peacoat
With pockets of hope
You know my love could return
No silent night, no holy nights
No guiding star, from your brightest lights
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8. |
I Suppose
05:22
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We walked alone
Along those “Empty Streets”
Oh, had me tripping
Over both my left feet
I had all the answers
You had all the looks
We chased each other around
Like the lost words from open books
The night was gone
And a summer's rain dissolved
That time, I saw you smile
And a wave is a wave is a wave
It’s here and then it rolls away
Are we all just, Stories now?
I would have prayed
If I could get off my knees
Was I so blind? Or
Did I just refuse to see?
All rise, all rise
All rise and see
The tide’s got your name
And now it’s coming after me
Oh! If you got high
Like we used to get so high
Maybe we would pass each other
Once in a while
I knew all along
One of us would fold
But then again
We were only it
For the win
I could have been me
I could have been you
I could have been anyone
I suppose
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9. |
Still Falling Down
04:28
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I was holding on to a picture
Dedicated to the only fool I know
I guess I should have seen the signs
Laughing everyday
But I never got the joke
Yes, I’m still falling down
There’s no need for alarm
I do this all the time
The neighbours say I look alright
Pass me on the street at night
Like I’m never alone
We know the truth of it all
No light no shade
Just a bed to be made
When the curtains fall
Find the dust on my grave
We’re all made from the same
Light shines from above
Time to imagine the days
How we believe them to be
I hear the stillness of the night
Through the windows so soft
They might whisper “enough”
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A Pair of Cups
02:52
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There’s a space
Where you laid your head
Where we made the bed
We were gonna move into
A pair of cups
and a plate for two
And a blanket for the cats
Well I guess it turned out blue
Just like a dream
We’re gonna slide away
A silent prayer
I lost the words to say
That we were fading
Away like a summer
When the raindrops won’t stay
So long
Oh, how I know
As soon as it’s over
I’m gonna miss you
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The Golden Rail Melbourne, Australia
The Golden Rail are relatively new by name but have a musical backstory stretching all the way to Perth in the sunny, indie 1980's. As direct participants (or side players) in The Palisades, The Rainyard, Header, Summer Suns, DM3 and more recently The Jangle Band, the group are keen to reflect and reinforce their own musical background and history through even more music! ... more
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