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Polly
05:46
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they're fabricating stars down on that boulevard
all lypo and plastic a generation of trademark tragics
and all independent thought has been paid for and bought
a handful of shiny beads glitter coated and polypropylened
runaway runaway runaway
pre programed auto pilot well how do you do
welcome to the future baby you do look good in blue
there's a pill for your anxiety and a needle for your pain
there's a powder for your depression and alcohol to keep you sane
runaway runaway runaway
now it seems we have forgotten what it's like to be free
spend all of our time tending that money tree
well that money tree is rotten to it's roots and I don't think she'll make it
so what will you do when you can no longer fake it
runaway runaway runaway
runaway runaway runaway
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2. |
Take a Bow
02:35
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I'm lazin on the balcony with nothin on my mind.
Blue sky rolls on endlessly it's easy to unwind.
Strollin down the beach my heart is quiet and still.
Desperately it wants to reach any feeling, and thrill.
So I cry for you, are you crying too?
No point trying to pretend.
It's all over now, love got lost somehow,
Take a bow, it's the end.
My aching, broken heart all full of regret.
Can't yet begin to start to try to forget.
Lost you along the way and now the deed is done.
Nothing I can do or say, your war is won.
So I cry for you, are you crying too?
No point trying to pretend.
It's all over now, love got lost somehow
Take a bow, it's the end.
So take a bow
It's your moment now
It's all yours my friend.
These ties are torn
This is a love unborn
Welcome to the end
Welcome to the end
So I'm lazin on the balcony
With nothin on my mind
Blue sky rolls on endlessly
It's easy to unwind.
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3. |
Pot and Kettle
04:05
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Said the rock to the hard place do you think you can crush this man
Said the hard place to the rock well I'm pretty sure we can
Said the rock to the hard place now you stay right where you are
I'll roll right over him before he runs to far
Stuck in the middle once again
Trapped in that place where I can't win
Seems I'm always making the worst out of a good situation
No matter what I try to do no matter what I try to do
Said the frying pan to the fire now would you like a turn
Said the fire to the pan well I'll shortly make him burn
Said the frying pan to the fire now if I burn his feet
He's gonna jump right out of here and fall into your great heat
Stuck in the middle once again
Trapped in that place where I can't win
Seems I'm always making the worst out of a good situation
No matter what I try to do no matter what I try to do
Said the devil to the deep blue sea do you think you can drown this man
Said the deep blue sea to the devil well surely that's the plan
Said the devil to the deep blue sea if you drag him into your depths
I'll torment his soul so much that he'll never catch his breath
Stuck in the middle once again
Trapped in that place where I can't win
Seems I'm always making the worst out of a good situation
No matter what I try to do no matter what I try to do
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4. |
Dirty Heaven
06:45
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two bells past midnight the witching hour is come
dark desires running wild like a bullet from a gun
this city does not sleep in this city you'll find angels weep
broken wings are standard fare lay your money down and buy a pair
jaded laughter from broken widows shattered glass like so many fallen stars
guilty pleasures flood your senses neon lights a seedy bars
this city does not sleep in this city you'll find angels weep
broken wings are standard fare lay your money down and buy a pair
all your prayers returned to sender
god's left town that great pretender
got no snake oil left to sell you
he's run out
there's an alice on every corner selling magic tickets to her carpet ride
there's a spider in every doorway calling welcome to my parlour won't you step inside
this city does not sleep in this city you'll find angels weep
broken wings are standard fare lay your money down and buy a pair
all your prayers returned to sender
god's left town that great pretender
got no snake oil left to sell you
he's run out
all your prayers returned to sender
god's left town that great pretender
got no snake oil left to sell you
he's run out
twelve bells past midnight now the witching hour is gone
dark desires have run their wild like bullets from a gun
this city does not sleep in this city you'll find angels weep
broken wings are standard fare lay your money down and buy a pair
all your prayers returned to sender
god's left town that great pretender
got no snake oil left to sell you
he's run out
all your prayers returned to sender
god's left town that great pretender
got no snake oil left to sell you
he's run out
he's run out
he's run out
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5. |
Midnight Rendevous
03:40
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Fancy pictures in a magazine
There were teenage wishes and bedroom dreams
Your favorite band pinned up on the wall
Clapped out escort your first car well it never got you very far
but hey that was half the fun
Time moves slowly when you're young when you're young
but it makes up ground quickly as the years roll on
the years roll on the years roll on
they roll on and on
nine to five and rotating shifts
that all important shopping list
family nights instead of the local bar
monthly payments on the family home
there's a credit purchase on your new iphone
warranties are kept in the second drawer
Time moves slowly when you're young when you're young
but it makes up ground quickly as the years roll on
the years roll on the years roll on
they roll on and on
midlife crisis has come and gone
now your body dances to a different song
it's the midnight toilet rendezvous
grey hair well it's on the attack and every time you move something else cracks
all your close they're going out of style
Time moves slowly when you're young when you're young
but it makes up ground quickly as the years roll on
the years roll on the years roll on
they roll on and on
Fancy pictures in a magazine
There were teenage wishes and bedroom dreams
Your favorite band pinned up on the wall
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6. |
Epic Consumption Blues
04:28
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well I'm definitely not certain, but I'm reasonably sure..
Seems that we're addicted to needing and wanting more.
Time, money, success, shiny objects and pretty things.
All the stuff a good productive life's supposed to bring...
Well walk me through these blues.
Walk me right out of my shoes.
In all this gain there's so much more we lose.
In these epic consumption blues.
Even when I'm alone and it's quiet and still.
There's a gaping hole that I simply must fill.
What is this never-ending needful madness?
Are we suffering from incurable sadness?
Walk me through these blues.
Walk me right out of my shoes.
In all this gain there's so much more we lose.
In these epic consumption blues...
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, burn baby burn.
The bastards are building bullshit.
The cockwombles collect concern.
Will us wankers wise up?
When will us losers learn?
The earth doesn't need humanity to turn.
So take a real good look around.
Everything you could want or need is easily found.
So what is it we're searching for?
As we sit here needing, wanting more more more!
Walk me through these blues.
Walk me right out of my shoes.
In all this gain there's so much more we lose.
In these epic consumption blues..
In your hot pink stiletto Jimmy choos.
That match quite perfectly with your nose job bruise.
And as advertised on the evening news...
So tell me which catalogue lifestyle are you gonna choose?
In these epic consumption blues....
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7. |
Pocket Rocket
03:56
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she got firery blue eyes that long straight blond hair you know I like it
yea he likes it
she's got a supple dancers frame it drive this boy you know I want
yea he wants it
my five foot one and three quarter pocket rocket
she's got gold on her fingers sparkles in her earrings you know there's music when she walks in the room
in the room
she like bright and shiny things she makes me dance she makes me sing well she's the muse to my heart she rocks it
yea she rocks it
my five foot one and three quarter pocket rocket
my five foot one and three quarter pocket rocket
for nearly thirty years I go weak at the knees every time that she looks my way
and I cannot deny anything that she desires if she wants it
yea she wants it
my five foot one and three quarter pocket rocket
when she opens up her mouth she may surprise those around with her straight talking sharp shooting honest opinion
but if you get her on the rum then look out you'll have some fun cause she's a fast dancing free spirit wild gypsy child
she's my five foot one and three quarter pocket rocket
my five foot one and three quarter pocket rocket
my five foot one and three quarter pocket rocket
my five foot one and three quarter
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8. |
Wild and Free
04:26
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She was born wild and free
A gypsy spirit, like a wave upon the sea.
That's how she's always been.
Lived her life wild and free.
She never fit her hometown
Wasn't in her just to settle down
She said "that place is not for me, gonna blow this scene,
See the world, cos I'm wild and free"
"See me dancing in the rain
I will not be tamed"
When you ask the reason why,
She'll look at you and smile
And then scream, " cos I'm wild and free"
When she told them of her dreams, they said
"You're crazy girl, they'll never become real"
But she believed, she held on strong,
Cos she was wild and free...
And she did not care
For the whispered comments,
Or those half hidden stares..
She said "I'm no shadow stranger,
I'm just wild and free"
See me dancing in the rain
I will not be tamed.
When you ask the reason why,
She'll look at you and smile and then scream ,"I'm wild and free.."
She was born wild and free
A gypsy spirit, like wave upon the sea
That's how she's always been,
Lived her life, wild and free
Wild and free
Wild and free
Wild and free
Yeah she was wild and free
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9. |
A Place Where
04:28
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I am so sad and you're not here.
So I close my eyes and fight back a tear.
When you come home you're not even there.
So I sit alone beside you in the chair.
We're going to a place where there's no one home.
Both together, we're both alone
We want to swim like fishes, or float like leaves, but we're just sinking like a stone.
You are so far away from me it aches.
I am moving through the pieces as it breaks.
When we hold each other our arms are so cold.
Our love is surely growing wearier and old.
We've moved into that place where there's no one home.
Still together, and still alone.
We couldn't swim like fishes, or float like leaves,
We just grew colder to the bone, all alone...
In that place where.. where we're all alone.
Yeah that place where... We call home.
So you're standing with your back turned, your bags at the door.
I'm staring out the window, not crying anymore.
Abandoned plans, and clammy hands and sorries that aren't real.
And those empty gestures and the numbness that I feel...
So I've moved out of that place where there's no one home.
I'm finding new places to roam.
Gonna sit and watch those fishes, catch some floating leaves..
My sighs, my sorrows, are mine to own, and mine alone...
In that place where... Where I'm all alone.
Yeah that place where... I call home.
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10. |
Time Flys
06:18
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Rats in a race
Lines on your face
Everything is in place
There's still time
Cars are going by
There's things we need to try
A big blue sky
We've got time
Rough and tumble
Life's a jumble
Everyone is a clown
Spinning clockwise
Oh how time flies
Round and round.
The sun is going down
There's no one else around
Can't hear a single sound
What's the time?
Yeah the water's flowing fast
There's ghosts of the past
Does anything last
For all time?
Rough and tumble
Life's a jumble
Everyone is a clown
Spinning clockwise,
Oh how time flies
Round and round
And round
Time flies
Time flies
Time flies
The clock is tickin by
So many reasons why
Too soon it's goodbye
Do we have time?
Rough and tumble
Life's a jumble
Everyone is a clown
Spinning clockwise
Oh how time flies
Round and round
And round and round
And round
Time flies
Time flies
Time flies
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11. |
Champagne Kisses (Live)
05:05
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The champagne glass was empty.
Red lipstick stained the rim.
Emerald eyes shining bright
Although the lights were dim.
She sat there in the darkened room
In a low cut sequinned dress
All designed just to seduce him
Then get him to confess
She saw the door move slowly open
Out of the corner of her eye
Then she said "well hey Joe, whadda you know, it's time to sigh"
Blues vinyl records spinnin round the stylus
Wailin 'bout ex lovers and how they defile us.
The body was discovered
Wrapped within a velvet curtain
The corpse, a mangled blood red hot mess
How long it was lying there, well
Nobody was certain.
And who dunnit, really was anyone's guess.
Her champagne kisses tasted sweet, as they ran across his lips.
Her hands cradling his face, his nails dug into her hips.
He fell back, heavily, in the chair.
All spinnin head and dizzy.
She reached for a length of rope and started getting busy.
Tying off the final knot, she breathed a little sigh.
Then she said " well hey Joe, whadda ya know, it's time to die"
Blues vinyl record on the radio. No matter which direction, there's only one way to go...
The body was discovered
Wrapped within a velvet curtain.
The corpse, a mangled blood red hot mess.
How long it was lying there well,
Nobody was certain.
And who dunnit, really was anyones guess.
She's waiting at the station
A suitcase at her heel
The champagne glass was tucked inside
Her secret not revealed.
The boys in blue come runnin in,
Will justice prevail?
And though her bloody fingerprints were clean,
She was handcuffed to the rail.
And as the train rolled down the track
A little tear she cried.
And then she said "well hey Joe,
Whadda ya know,
It's time to say
Goodbye.
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FOOLS GOLD are an original band four piece band from Far North Queensland. Singer/songwriters Stephen Maguire (rhythm) and Heather Armstrong (bass) began working together 5 yrs ago, the foolishness has grown with the addition of Corby Green (lead) and Paula Swanson (drums). Eclectic original, yet somehow familiar songs are delivered with amazing harmonies, rocking guitar riffs and sweet drum beats ... more
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