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Heart with Rhythm
03:38
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She got that thigh shaking, that cinnamon baking
Come hither eyes, see your sadly mistaken
You give me the look
that's all that i took
You say you drop me a line,
Sadly I wrote you the book.
Shot it down
All that I ever really want from you is a heart with rhythm
and a beat that's true.
And yours is a beat that's true
I'm not for flag waving, scrimping or saving
Bumped into Bob he said "the times are a changing"
flew into town and then you knock the door down
Came in grinning now the fat bird's singing and the jewel's in your crown.
Shot it down
All that I ever really want from you is a heart with rhythm
and a beat that's true.
And yours is a beat that's true
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2. |
Not doing Anything
05:09
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Met my love on a sunny day
Took her hand flew her miles away
On our backs in the field as we lay looking high,
Watching the shapes in the summer sky
Met a man trying to sell his soul
Speaking tongues that he couldn’t control,
Played a tune on a lute that he stole
And we watched him for hours, and followed the notes as they drifted,
And when all settled down, the cloud on his crown had been lifted.
No I don’t feel that I’m doin anything today
A feathered friend brought a message my way,
At top of morning and slip of the day,
He said there’s wisdom in young hearts afraid and he gazed at the pure who followed the words that he whispered,
And when all said and done, the light in the eyes he’d gifted.
No I don’t feel that I’m doing anything today
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Never Gonna Die
03:45
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Didn’t want a great big scene but, I’m gonna get my way,
Take my rightful share and split the night,
Gonna blow this town away
Got more sense than I care to share you know so I won’t do that,
Keep my profile nice n low,
I think it works nicely like that.
I said You’re all motherfuckers, I’ve got a mansion, keys to the city.
calling my name i won’t cool my jets I’m 8 miles high
I failed to mention, the girls, so pretty.
Won’t cool my jets I’m 8 miles high and I’m never gonna die,
Not gonna die
Got my sights on better days, you know I’ll take my time,
Before your sideburns start to grey, I’ll be flanked by dollar signs.
Cos You’re all motherfuckers, I’ve got a mansion, keys to the city.
calling my name i won’t cool my jets I’m 8 miles high
I failed to mention, the girls, so pretty.
Won’t cool my jets I’m 8 miles high and I’m never gonna die,
Never gonna die
I got the keys to the city I’m 8 miles high, you’re all motherfuckers no I’m not gonna die
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4. |
On & On
05:50
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Oh I need a holiday,
Some country air, anywhere I’ll stay, I go slipping out
Driving round n droppin in and droppin out
Rainbow trails and pots of gold, gonna get my fill before I get too old,
I got a thinking man’s brow and time to get it solved.
And she says, I got a guy who’s hard to please, knots in his hair, holes in his jeans, won’t follow directions, the veins in my neck show I need release.
And he goes, I got a girl who’s hard to please, drops from her tongue, it’s not what she means,
She’s on a mission, to floor my condition, it’s not what I need.
And we go on and on and on
We go on and on
So I queried the man who advised me to stand by,
said your stuck with the blade that you live or you die by,
you carry that weight, puts the lines on your face, that what he said.
And it’s too much to mention, the pain is immense, I’ve got splinters in skin where I crawled at the fence, and the blood from my nails are leaving a trail for the dead.
Oh I need a holiday, some country air, anywhere I’ll stay, I got a thinking man’s brow and time to get it solved
& she said I got a guy who’s hard to please, knots in his hair, holes in his jeans, won’t follow direction, the veins in my neck show I need release.
And we go on and on and on and on
So I queried the man who advised me to stand by,
said your stuck with the blade that you live or you die by,
you carry that weight, puts the lines on your face, that what he said.
And it’s too much to mention, the pain is immense, I’ve got splinters in skin where I crawled at the fence, and the blood from my nails are leaving a trail for the dead.
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5. |
Colla
04:57
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Tillerman Pete Melbourne, Australia
With a unique sound that draws on elements of the blues, indie rock and folky fingerpicking, Tillerman Pete has developed a reputation for vibrant, passionate and versatile live shows. Filthy blues rock riffs for the foot stompers and harmonised heart string pullers for the gin drinkers. ... more
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