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Grinn

In the Afternoon
Grinn
Truck
Dirt is Good
Ethylene
Pioneer
Big Boss Town
Stereotype
Country Girl
Deep River
S.I.Y.B.
Walk for Miles (in the rain)

All About Flight

Accordion
Fragile
Open Up the Doors
Creakin' By
Chassis
Big Wheels
Natural
Movin'
Messed Up
Guildford Rd

In the Afternoon

Summer heat's caught the grass smell
Trapped it in a patch of sky
The sticker that's on the Ford out back
Is cracked and curled and dry

And it's oh, too long to be lonely
When there's a pretty woman in town
But I would if I could staple up wire
To enjoy this afternoon

Karen remembers the bakery
When she was a girl
Rolly's arms in the dough
When she was his world
Anne can't see but she sure can hear
As she still sees her brother's smile
After she lost all of her sight after the war

Chorus
Rolly rocks the neighbours all night long
Late into the afternoon
Spirit's gonna cry so he turns on Roy,...Lets him out to croon

Those little towns are all the same
After a while
The butcher the baker, the little school
And the general store

Didn't think he played guitar
Never knew he had a band
But he sure does love his music,
This I understand

Chorus
He take's the picture out
Leaves love in the frame
The dishes pile up
Like a he's leaving for a train
And no one knows what he feels
It could be me or you
Cranking up the stereo
In the afternoon

Grinn

Don't you touch them dollars they are mine
I've been down before, below the bottom line

Don't you reflect in that gleam
This is the sweat and blood of my dreams

But hey now is luck out or in?
Is it safe to grin? Is it safe to grin...?

Oh she looks so beautiful, and so fine
But competition's tough
You've got to have a line
Money in the bank, look like success
Drive the right car, to impress

But hey now, is love out or in?
Is it safe to grinn? Is it safe to grinn...?

Oh I'm lookin from the earth up to the sky
Life is so beautiful can't be a lie
The machinations of this bubble world
Can't smother all the innocence

So hey now... Is your life in a spin?
Is it safe to grin? Is it safe to grin...?

TRUCK

Truck Yeah...Truck

There's a truck driver man on that lonesome rd
He's made a deal with the wheel
Now He Can't let go

Truck driver man
Calls the blacktop his own
Up front for the moon and stars
Spotlight on his road

Drummin' of the tyres
Another million miles
And one more little
Tin-pot town to go

Truck...Yeah, Truck

There's a Dog on the bonnet
KW from USA
Wondering over that white line
Up and down here everyday

There's an old caravan
Way back in the dust
A mountain of steel covered in bugs

Drummin' of the tyres
Another million miles
And one more little
Tin-pot town to go

Truck...Yeah, Truck

Drivin the Nullabor
Perth to Sydney
Crossing the Nullabor
To the sea

Street lights and Macca's now
Real bed for a night
The devil's up and crashes into your life
Crashes in your life

Drummin' of the tyres
Another million miles
And one more little
Tin-pot town to go

Truck,
Truck
Truck Truck

Dirt is Good

It's a nice day... that is the weather
Because it looks like rain
And like smoke, the clouds they gather
To put out some pain

It's been a long time since I saw a sky
That Looked so black...
Now the dust is gonna blow away
And turn to mud... on this track

But dirt is good
Dirt is good
Caked in the sun on my tailgate
From when last it rained
Dirt is good

Now I go home and I'm satisfied
Because it's rained at last
Have a beer, watch it come down hard
And dream of grass

Pick my guitar up
Clean don't work this time
So I turn up the gain
Go the fridge grab another beer
Play along with the rain

Dirt is good
Dirt is good
Sing a song for
Individuality and make it scream !!
Dirt is good
Dirt is good

Yeah it's this chocolate earth-cake,
Mamma, that feeds us thru time
As rain washes away the blues we feel inside

Now the healers do their thing
And the growers do theirs
As the sky keeps
Dropping diamonds in this brown dirt

Yeah That fresh clearwater runs into the ground
You know the dirt can't be alone
So we hail to the sky to again
to pull the plugs on our home

Dirt is good
Dirt is good
Don't clean it off the Mercedes
Like you know you should

Dirt is good
Dirt is good
Don't clean it off your tailgate
Till it rains

Dirt is good
Dirt is good
Leave it caked on your tailgate
Until it rains... Dirt is good !!!

Ethylene

It's just her long hair
Keeps pulling me in
Like a willow tree whipping in the wind
Old man let her go, can't understand him there
Now she's come back home ,workin' for a while here

I'm on her court and these trucks are blowin' by
She's comin', straight to my head showin' at my eyes

She's just a legend.
A three pointed star
The Spirit of ecstasy on a Rolls Royce car

Three coins in a muddy river
Or burning rubber
She don't smile at me
Like I'm her brother

She bends down at my door- now I can see
She just hangs on to that pump and lets it bleed

Ethylene- she's the measure of my dream
Ethylene smells like trouble, like ethylene

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Pioneer

Livin' in a humpy, just my soul for company
Cold wind is blowin' thru, guess I'll have roo for tea

No time for messing 'round gotta work all day
No time for hangin out, no time to play

Some times I wander round in the bush all day
What has my life become, how did it get this way?

And then the night sky takes my breath away
Look at me I'm a pioneer living in the clay

Maybe I would wonder 'bout the love I left behind
In the village of my home
Or the generations with their lives all cast in stone
Blue skies from grey - why should I moan?

We rolled the bush flat down
And sowed our seed
Kids grew and went away
Left their families

Been reading in the paper
About the war
There's a ship that's sailing soon
Soon Sol'll be coming home

I can show him the new country
That was bush for so long

The dam we dug just last year
And my brand new dog

There'll be dances on Saturday nights
And all of us on the truck (Issie in the front )
There'll be a big party
Maybe it'll bring some rain and luck,

Bring some rain and luck

I'm a pioneer
Yeah I'm a pioneer

Wouldn't mind a violin or a radio
Or a fast horse from Angelo's

See I'm a Pioneer
Yeah a Pioneer

Livin in a humpy, just my soul for company

I'm goin to big boss town
One way's goin back the other's on a slide down
Can't cut no vinyl they're burning cd's,
Rock is on the delta, on the net it's free

Still I'm on the road, to Big Boss Town

Could be round the corner, might be 'round the bend,
There's moat around the City, gotta find a friend
Or there's that shack in the bush
Dog in a drum
Counting all the night stars just for some fun

Yeah there's blues on the road to Big Boss town

But I'm standing on a stump, way out in the bush, cockatoo kangaroo
Pub and a shop,
Well what have we here a larrikin with a grin
Grinning from ear to ear
And a river that won't run

I'm painting this old house, trying to make it shine
A silk purse of a piggy's ear or water into wine
Trying to decide, should I ride or run,
How much money do I need, the devil gave me none

And am I gonna get to
Big Boss Town

But I'm standing on a stump, way out in the bush, cockatoo kangaroo
Pub and a shop,
Well what have we here a larrikin with a grin
Grinning from ear to ear
And a river that won't run

There's a bus leaving soon,
Road train going south
Big Boss Town? Where's that boy
Open up your mouth
She's just a little bit bossy in those little towns
Just a little bit bossy in that big town

Outro

Maybe it's a haze or it's just a pile of dust
No-one cares about us?
Goin' to BBT gonna get there soon
Gonna miss you

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Stereotype

Like a lizard on the lounge
Waiting for a song
I'm reading the paper what's going on
I do the things that I believe, not follow
Like a woolly sheep up some mountain path forever

On your own for a while,
Feels so good to be free
Lose yourself and get it back
Get your head up off your knees
Mono's nice it's ok, till you push the button all the way
Stereo sounds just right

I'm not rich, but I'm alive
And you can't call me a stereotype

I play a little rock and blues
Not too much of the blue suede shoes
On my stereo at night
Jimi Hendrix, Johnny Winter
Sade in the summer
Leonard Cohen at divorce

I'm not rich, but I'm alive
And you can't call me a stereotype

I like those big fat funky sounds
When you get the big knob around
And that rattle from in the kitchen
But when my wolves of winter
Come out off the street for dinner

All I'll be treating them is a Stir FRY !!

I'm not rich, but I'm alive
And you can't call me a stereotype

Country Girl

I couldn't dance till I met you honey
Now I've done a step or two you took all my money

I see you standing in the Co-op Doorway
The drive-in Sat'day , footy Sunday

Drivin' back home you get to think about love
Think about love

Gotta keep it on the inside
Stay on the road
Stop on the hill for a while

Watch that pretty rainbow,
Colour the sky

I keep lookin' out this
Dirty window
Down the road

Drivin' back home you get to think about love
Think about love

The sun is red
And my eyes they try
A fix on the horizon

I lie in bed
Is it love or lust
That appears in my eye

Waiting for that country girl
Waiting for that country girl

Drivin' back home you get to think about love
Think about love

She's broken down on the side of the road
Or she's turned around
And gone back home

Back to the city
To the smell of coffee
And new shoes, new shoes
Watching the sun set over the sea
Listening to someone else's story

While I'm lying in Dally

Waiting for that country girl
Waiting for that country girl

While I'm lying in Dally

Well there's twenty five hills and fifteen gates
And a creek or two but it shouldn't really matter
She's a country girl

Deep River

Climbin' up to a rock by the road
There's a song in my head

About not being so faithful
But to love the one you're with

The sky it is empty
Except for all the crows
They're flying not soaring ,
Where the eagles go

It's a long way it's along way to go
Deep River

You make your way down south,
In your brand new wheels
A good friend with you
To make it real

You can see the reflection in her smile
An artist's deduction that you've known for a while
It's a long way; it's a long way to go

She works on the moment but she steals you away
Drifting thru green valleys, tidy on bends
All the sheds and houses and those little dairy farms
Have gone to the timber and the vignerons

It's a long way to Deep River
It's along way to go

They had tobacco fields it was smoking then
Had a lotta people and I s'pose a lot of friends
Dances on weekends and parties at night
And the river rolled right thru the moonlight

It's a long way it's a long way to go

Deep River Deep River

S. I. Y. B.

When the snake comes in the night,
Love and poison get to fight

When there ain't no burning sun
You wanna a sweet dream, where it's nice and warm ,
But it just won't come

Now he's made it thru the chickens and the apple pies
He's made it to your head, like he did the other NIGHT

He's a dark suit with a plan
He wriggles on the banks of your dry land

He's lying at the foot of your,
Six feet of love wrapped up in your
Just lying there that snake in your bed

Now he's bummed around the shed all day
Slippin' and sliding in the hay

He's holding back on me I know
What does he mean I loved her so

Now he knows about them cheating lies
Subterfuge and porky pies

I'd get a dollar out of a mine
To make some boots out of his hide

But He's lying at the foot of your,
Six feet of love wrapped up in your head
Just lying there that snake in your bed

Forget about the windows and the chiming spoons
Forget about the soap rat racing to the moon

He's lying waiting for you again
Just like the first time
Still it's only a dream

Now take a look around now
Your bed's on the ground
The window is still and
There's no chiming sounds

The highway is busy it's tractors and it's loads
The sun is shining now
Soon you must go

Chorus

Walk for Miles (In the rain)

Oh that perfume smell,
bark is wet
The ground as well

kero tin / bare ground
bones of life scattered round

Walking in the rain
I'm Walking in the rain
I could walk for miles

The broken glass is blue
From the years of sun
Burning through

Time gives the world a turn
Not to screw it up
but respect our earth

Walking in the rain
I'm Walking in the rain
I could walk for miles

Naked on my skin
It opens up my soul
Breaks through a dusty world

I could walk for miles

Walking in the rain
I'm walking in the rain
I could walk for miles

Accordion

Don't wanna play, that accordion
Just can't play to sing my song,
Don't wanna play that accordion,
Puff and squeeze, all night long
Well those, squeaky keys,
ain't gotta hold on me,
that accordion

Just don't want no,
Damn accordion, gonna burn it,
on the Hill,
Run it over like a blind man,
poke it stick it on the wall
Well those squeaky keys
ain't got a hold on me
that accordion

Don't wanna play, that accordion
Just gotta have an axe that likes to cry,
Coz I'll wring it's neck till the cow's come home,
turn my amp up till it dies
Well those squeaky keys, ain't gonna set me free,
That accordian, that accordion

Don't wanna play, that accordion
Just can't play to sing my song,
Don't wanna play that accordion,
Puff and squeeze, all night long
Well those, squeaky keys,
ain't gotta hold on me,
That accordion, that accordion, that accordion, that accordion

Fragile

Someone left, the gate wide open again,
Cocks out, he's chasing around the hen,
Eagle's high up in his home, above all men,
And the turkeys are out, at night the fox cubs howl,
Seems like there, ain't no love in the whole wide world, Amen

Everything, turns to broken glass,
Out on the highway from the past,
What a man can do, he does,
And what he knows he trusts
And what he don't is in the dust,
Seems like there ain't no love in the whole wide world, Amen

Gonna build a big house, one day,
Hundred rooms, for everyone to stay,
Bridge and a bar, for the pain,
Now the birds are alone, only got ashes, for a home,
Seems like there ain't no love in the whole wide world, Amen

Ain't no love in the whole wide world, Amen
Ain't no love in the whole wide world, Amen

Open Up the Doors

I've got a fresh page and a back road,
And a will for surviving,
I cross the creek in the summer,
It won't let me cross any other,
Old folks at home, sitting quietly,
Spend their time, watching the sun going down,
I'm gonna stand up, on your bible,
leave all those things standing in the aisle

Open up the doors, see the chrome shining,
Meet your match every day,
No-more looking through the knot hole,
Get a trade-in on your bottle,
Get out past that flyscreen door

Open up the doors let the world, blow you away,
Watch that empty can roll down the the hill,
All the signs have been delivered,
Speeches been shredded,
Come on, step down off your pedestal

Open up the doors let the moon, shine in on your floor,
Show the stars out there to your little boy,
Keep your ears open for the cry, pray that your love it won't die
His little heart is in your hands,

Open up the doors, is there anyone at home,
Maybe they've gone down the road just to,
Be alone
Open up the doors, and crush that heart of stone,
Can't leave it there, Can't leave it there anymore...

Creakin' By

Livin' on a highway,
Like a straight of sixty miles,
The golden wheatfields, waving to the sky,
When the sun gets over, you know it's hot and dry
There ain't no breeze around here, just dust and flies
As life goes creakin' by

The merino bar is empty,
They're all sittin' in the shade
Waitin' for the train to come, to take the wheat away,
There's nothing they don't know,
If it's news it gets around,
As everybody's story goes,
From town to town.
As life goes creakin' by

There goes a superliner, pulling eighty tonne,
A far cry from the day, when horses were the one,
The wheat was in the bag, loaded all by men
Stacked on a wagon five by ten,
As life goes, creakin' by

Now hear the turbo whistle, as big wheels shake the ground,
Going through fifteen gears, rollin' into town,
Still the sky is empty and the bush is still,
Nothing's gonna change around here,
It never will,
As life goes, creakin' by

Chassis

What a chassis, I wish she was mine,
Standing on the corner, by the railway line
She makes the lights go red and the bells ring
When her motor starts, she begins to sing,

Down on the farm, she idles high,
Lookin' in the windows, she's teasing and flirting,
SHE'S ALL JIVE, SHE'S ALL JIVE, SHE'S ALL JIVE

His neck spins around, there's smoke in the air,
Grandad's a rocked a bit far, he's out of his chair,
She goes crusin' by with her headlights on,
You see her once, you see her twice, can't forget her form,

All the school boy's dream of a drive,
Looking in her windows, she's teasing and flirting,
SHE'S ALL JIVE, SHE'S ALL JIVE, SHE'S ALL JIVE

Well out on the highway, you could die,
Coz the ox is slow and the owl is wise,
With four bolt mains, and a cam that's wild,
Still she's teasing and flirting,
She's all jive,
Late night's drinking beer, greased to the eyes
As long as she's running,
SHE'S ALL JIVE, SHE'S ALL JIVE, SHE'S ALL JIVE

When she howls she moans from deep inside,
forget the picnic, and the sunday drive,
You'll get no rid from her, she's got the money,
and the curves,
Can't see for dust, she's out of sight,
She's not really there, she's all jive,
SHE'S ALL JIVE, SHE'S ALL JIVE, SHE'S ALL JIVE

Big Wheels

Big wheels goin' round in my head,
Some are feelings
Some are thoughts I've had
They can't leave me alone,
Gotta keep me down under their tread

I know what could be without those big wheels in my head

Big wheels always on a roll,
Pushin' round to be in control
they're diggin' up my ground
keep on planting weeds in my bed

I know what could be without those big wheels in my head

Can't go down and stand by the road,
lost all ambition
Seen the signs on the wall
Sprayed and written
can't get away from them
ah, them big wheels
Them big wheels

Can't see no broken lines,
the road keeps twisting around
I've got this feeling there's some new wheels in town
Gotta get away from them, ah them big wheels

Been on the road away from home,
Driven by suspicion
led away from them the gold and the mission
Gotta get away,
From them big wheels
Big wheels gotta get away from them
Big wheels gotta get away from them
Been driven away from home
Driven by suspicion
led away from them the gold and the mission

Gotta get away from them,
Ah them big wheels
Gotta get away from them
Ah them big wheels

Natural

I feel so natural, feel so blue,
I feel so natural, with you,
Just can't be anybody, no-one else will do,
I feel so natural with you,
Not a day goes by, remembering with a sigh
But it's been such a long time, another life, another life,

I feel so natural, feel so blue,
I feel so natural, with you,
Just can't be anybody, no-one else will do,
I feel so natural with you,
Not a day goes by, remembering with a sigh
But it's been such a long time, another life, another life,

I feel so natural, feel so blue,
I feel so natural, with you,
Natural...

Movin'

Stood on a doublegee and stuck it on the wall,
And just then you can to mind,
Cause it ain't hurtin' now, the pain is gone,
And I'm movin' down the line,

I've got some U.S. iron, that I've been waiting for,
I've got back most of my soul,
All I need is it to rain some more,
And I'm movin' down the line

But your roof iron's still slappin'
Paint's come off the wall,
And the dust's still hanging,
In the sky,
We'll watch it fall

Seems like a long time ago,
Wakin' up in that city,
Red motor cars and fancy clothes,
A baby to be born, just as pretty,

But your roof iron's still slappin'
Paint's come off the wall,
And the dust's still hanging
In the sky,
We'll watch it fall,

Now I'll let it go, to the wind,
And it can blow across them plains
Land in the desert, and leave again,
That old mill will feel the same,

But your roof iron's still slappin'
Paint's come off the wall,
And the dust's still hanging,
In the sky,
We'll watch it fall,

Thank god the wind still blows,
And you can't stop them babies,
and the feelings, oh, of flying,
Looking down at crazies,

But your roof iron's still slappin'
Paint's come off the wall,
And the dust's still hanging,
In the sky,
We'll watch it fall...

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Messed Up

Sittin' in the haystack, looking out in the yard,
Not feeling anything, it's just too hard,
Lookin' at clouds in the sky,
Don't even think to wonder why,
Here comes another drama,
All messed up, All messed up

Sun comes in the morning,
Sneaking over the hill,
And things are falling down,
and I see my brother Bill,
Lookin' at stars in the night,
With a tear in his eye,
Here comes another drama,
All messed up, All messed up,

Got out of school, feel in love,
Lost my heart, felt just like mud,
She just couldn't lose,
All I had was the blues,
Here comes another drama,
All messed up, All messed up

No-one can hear me now no-one will ever know,
As I tune my into the turned down radio,
It's got a crack in it's dial,
Too big to lift for a child,
Here comes another drama,
All messed up, All messed up

Guildford Rd

Broken down, on Guilford Rd,
With a broken heart, and an empty soul,
Ain't no love there, for a boy,
Maybe for a man, to enjoy,

Those ol' lovesick blues have got a hold on me,
Pullin' at my branches, shaking my tree,
Those ol' lovesick blues, wish they'd go away,
Come some other time,
But not... today,

You know I've got them
Big city blues,
And I can feel 'em down my shoes
And the air is full of fuel and lead,
And every corner's a pretty head,

Those ol' lovesick blues have got a hold on me,
Pullin' at my branches, shaking my tree,
Those ol' lovesick blues, wish they'd go away,
Come some other time,
But not... today,

I could be in a Penthouse now,
Making love on every hour,
Making love up, in the sky,
High above those neon city lights,

Those ol' lovesick blues have got a hold on me,
Pullin' at my branches, shaking my tree,
Those ol' lovesick blues, wish they'd go away,
Come some other time,
But not... today,

Don't need no lover with a stranger's smile,
Looks like I'll be waiting, for a while,
Guess I keep drivin' down that Guilford Rd,
Back to the bush, and those dusty roads,
And those, lovesick blues got a hold on me,
Pullin' at my branches, shaking my tree,
Those ol' lovesick blues, wish they'd go away

Come some other time
Come some other time,
Come some other time,
But not... today.

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