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Vulcan Street Blues
05:18
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All, all of my life.
I've tried so hard to do what's right.
Loving restrictions, oh they held me way to tight.
I liked the taste of freedom, so I took a bight.
And I led all of the fools, and I let all of the fools try and tell me what to do.
But they could not understand what I just knew,
There aint no point in listening to hypocrites like you.
So if I wanna wear my clothes real tight, if I wanna be with a man tonight,
the way I comb my hair or tie my shoes has nothing to do with you.
Well I was living in this backward country town
where the rumours run like rivers, carried down.
Where you can smile and you would only receive a frown and
you could scream the truth but no one hears a sound.
If I wanna wear my clothes real tight, if I wanna be with a man tonight,
the way I comb my hair or tie my shoes has nothing to do with you.
And so I spend all of my time
writing down my thoughts and words in rhyme.
When individuality's a crime,
there's no way that I am going to tow the line.
If I wanna wear my clothes real tight, if I wanna hold a man tonight,
the way I comb my hair or tie my shoes has nothing to do with you.
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2. |
Drunk on a Sunday
03:14
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Thoughts of the weekend are pounding inside of my head as I try to swallow the rest.
Hiding my mind from those who might know me as I am.
I'm trying to push them away. I'm drunk on a Sunday.
Drunk on a Sunday. I'm drunk on a Sunday.
Outside is raining with tears of depression. An angry cloud screaming abuse at the sky.
Inside the devil addiction is calling. I think of the people in churches that pray, while I'm drunk on a Sunday.
Drunk on a Sunday. I'm drunk on a Sunday.
My friends have all left me defeated by morning, crashed all around with their bodies so wrecked. With nothing to do, nowhere to go and not much to say, we'll get drunk on a Sunday.
And Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday and Saturday, drunk on a Sunday.
Drunk on a Sunday.
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Broken
05:18
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For so long I've been a pawn in the game that fate has played with me. I want to be the strongest Queen. I'm weaker than I've ever been.
I'm falling out of sight away from my own eyes. I can not see what lays below and feel my senses die.
In my dreams a darkened place and I'm broken . In my mind, i fall from grace and I'm broken. I'm broken. In pieces on the ground.
For so long I just held on and I screamed but no one heard me cry.
The ancient rope that gave me hope is beginning to untie. And I am falling out of sight away from this I'll fly. The reflection fades, the mirror breaks and shards are twisting in my side.
Reality a darkened place and I'm broken. Mortality, I fall from grace and I'm broken. I'm broken. I'm broken, in pieces on the ground.
For so long it turned out wrong but this time it will be alright. I'll just let it pass. No questions asked. I've lost the strength to fight. And I have fallen out of sight away from my own eyes. Now that I can see I lay below, my fate I can't deny.
Reality a darkened place and I'm broken. Mortality, I fall from grace and I'm broken. I'm broken. I'm broken, in pieces on the ground. No one heard a sound. But I lay broken now. I am broken in pieces on the ground.
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4. |
It'll All Be Okay
05:17
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Seems to be that there's too many questions.
Seems to be there's too many lies.
How can one find the right sign for the right directions.
You'll keep getting lost if you keep on asking why.
And it seems that sometimes when your'e blind it all comes to a stand still.
Holding on, you're hoping to see.
But you can't see that far, you don't know if it's all down hill.
Well I tried to be brave and I fell. Well at least now I'm free.
And it's so hard, it's so hard to understand. And it's so hard, it's so hard to comprehend that it could work out in the end.
It seems to me that there's way too much anger.
Seems to be there's too much deceit.
For some reason love is not enough to satisfy the hunger.
They're looking for more and the hunger has turned into greed.
Tell me the stories that remain untold. Let the mysteries unfold, 'causeI don't wanna wait 'til I'm old.
And I don't wanna need, I just need to want and I don't wanna blame but it wasn't my fault. And I'm sorry, I'm sorry but I think you owe me a few apologies.
Let my guilt fade away. I'm leaving my past and I'm leaving my pain.
It will all be okay.
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5. |
Tickets For Two
06:00
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Teardrops on paper is all I can find, to begin to explain what I'm feeling inside.
Well I'm missing the taste and I'm missing the smell and I'm missing the sound of having you near and feeling your love all around.
And I can't see this emptiness ending too soon.
And I miss you so much baby tell me what have I gotta do.
'cause when I dream I dream of your kiss and it makes me feel blue.
And I want to buy tickets for two to the moon.
To be in your arms and to feel your sweet touch.
Even when we're together I just can't get enough.
We'd be so happy baby just you and I,
If only our love would enable us to fly.
And I can't see this emptiness ending too soon.
And I need you so much baby tell me what I'm supposed to do.
When I dream I dream of your kiss and it makes me feel blue.
And I want to buy tickets for two to the moon.
Leaving the rest of the world all behind,
and living on love baby we wouldn't mind.
Just to soar high in a big air balloon,
that would land us down gently upon the full moon.
And I can't see this emptiness ending too soon.
And I need you so much baby tell me what I've got to do.
When I dream I dream of your kiss and it makes me feel
I dream of your kiss and it makes me feel,
I dream of your kiss and it makes me feel blue.
And I want to buy tickets for two to the moon.
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6. |
The Riverside
04:37
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It's been a while since I've been home and in this warm summer breeze I was feeling alone, and it got me to thinking of hot river stones,
by the riverside.
I could smell casuarinas like they were right here, and took me just seconds to go back 10 years.
In my mind I caught a flash of your smile by the riverside.
Tell me how are you doing my beautiful friend?
I've missed you like hell, I wanna see you again
and I wanna come home to where I began.
Home to the riverside.
Yeah we'd climb down the mountain as the sun climbed the sky.
We were watching for snakes with our little girl eyes and we'd
hit the bank but the sand burned our feet, so we'd run to the water and dive on in deep.
Tell me where are you today my beautiful friend?
I miss you like hell, wanna see you again
and I wanna come home to where I began.
Home to the riverside. Take me home.
Well we were apples and oranges under the sun,
cheap cigarettes were our mischievous fun.
Bareback you'd ride and barefoot I'd run,
down by the riverside.
I see your mum and your dad with their arms open wide,
with the dog in the yard and the kids are inside,
and I'll sit on the front porch and I'll watch you ride,
by the riverside.
How are you doing my beautiful friend?
I've missed you like hell, I wanna see you again
and I wanna come home to where I began.
Take me home to the riverside. Take me home.
Home to the riverside.
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7. |
Stuck
04:20
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Stuck in my head.
I don't wanna be wanting but wanting is all that is stuck in my head.
Am I going to touch what I know will be burning? Am I going to push my deserves to the edge?
When you tempt me so gently, enough but I still hold the strength to resist.
And you bend me just slightly but don't turn around, 'cause we've been where we've been. We've been where we've been.
Just take my hand.
Do you know what I'm thinking?
If only the consequences didn't weigh up. Yeah well but in the end we'd only be hurting and I've learned before that it hurts to fuck up.
And you tempt me so gently, enough but I still hold the strength to resist.
And you've given me plenty but never enough to see this thing through. It's never enough.
Oh when you sit down beside me. And oh when you stay just that little too long. Oh when you reached your hand and you asked me to dance I got you stuck in my head. Just take my hand.
And you tempt me so gently, enough but I can't hold the strength to resist.
And you've given me plenty but never enough to see this thing through. It's never enough.
You're stuck in my head.
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8. |
Whispers
04:36
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Your whispers fall like kisses, like your lips against my skin.
Your words would bowl me over if you raised your voice to sing.
I can feel you breathing. You're the ocean to my ears.
There's comfort in your rhythm but there's sense in all my fears.
I can't change the world. I can't save the world. But I could save this girl. one day at a time.
I've done my best to listen but all I do is feel.
It makes it hard to tell between my dreams and what is real.
I can't change the world. I can't save the world. But I could save this girl, one day at a time.
I can't save the world and I can't change everything, I know I've tried.
But if I could save this girl just one day at a time, one day at a time.
I'm packing up this heart for now, I'll stow it way up high,
Where your whispers and your kisses can't get in to make me cry.
I can't save the world. I can't change the world. But I could save this girl, one day at a time.
One day at a time.
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9. |
If You Were A Song
01:04
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Well if you were a song you'd be nursery rhymes,
sung to sooth children but dark and unkind in the truth underneath,
where the sorrow runs deep, with your melody sweet and your colours to hide what your words dare to speak, you'd be nursery rhymes, you'd be nursery rhymes.
And if she were a song she'd be country right through. Simple like you but honest and true. With her heart on her sleeve and her melody bleeding in tune with the sun and the moon, she'd be country right through. She'd be country right through.
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10. |
Little Yellow Envelopes
04:02
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Hey Mr Postman, where'd you go man? Seems you must have lost your way. See your supposed to bring the post to my house every other day.
My heart's as empty as this mailbox when you don't bring those words to me, from across the sea.
And I'm here waiting.
And it's so exciting when the phone rings, I think today could be the day. But disappointment has no ointment to make the aching go away.
I must be 'cause the lines are down, that's why he hasn't called me lately.
From across the sea.
And the silence is deafening with no chimes from his messaging. I guess he got a virus 'cause the email traffic's silent and I know, I know that he must miss me. My love from across the sea. From across the sea. From across the sea.
And I'm here praying, and I'm still waiting.
And I'm here praying, and I'm still waiting for your little yellow envelopes your words and pictures wrapped in hope, from across the sea.
I check, I pray, I wait, I hope for little yellow envelopes, from across the sea. From across the sea. Lover speak to me.
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11. |
Shipwreck
04:00
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You waited 'til silence broke the sound.
You never called my name before the lines went down.
You waited 'til everything went black.
You never looked my way before the lights went out.
Now I'm standing in the darkness and I don't know where you are.
I'm bailing out the water with a broken heart and I can't see the answers, i can't see the shore but I'll take my chances overboard.
You waited 'til the warning shots rang out.
You waited for the noise before you tried to shout.
And I'm standing on a shipwreck. I'm lost all out at sea. I'm bailing out the water for a faded memory. If I can't see the answers and I can't see the shore, I'll take my chances overboard. I'm going overboard.
It didn't take too long to figure out my mayday call was lost upon the waves, would never reach the shore. And you, you just sailed on bye. Could have helped me out but you down. Oh you would have let me drown.
Been sailing on a shipwreck, lost all out at sea. Bailing out the water for a faded memory. I can't see the answers and I can't see the shore but I'll take my chances overboard. I'm going overboard. This love is overboard. It's over now.
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12. |
Secret Whispers
04:41
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Your whispers fall like kisses, like your lips against my skin.
Your words would bowl me over if you raised your voice to sing.
I can feel you breathing. You're the ocean to my ears.
There's comfort in your rhythm but there's sense in all my fears.
I can't change the world. I can't save the world. But I could save this girl. one day at a time.
I've done my best to listen but all I do is feel.
It makes it hard to tell between my dreams and what is real.
I can't change the world. I can't save the world. But I could save this girl, one day at a time.
I can't save the world and I can't change everything, I know I've tried.
But if I could save this girl just one day at a time, one day at a time.
I'm packing up this heart for now, I'll stow it way up high,
Where your whispers and your kisses can't get in to make me cry.
I can't save the world. I can't change the world. But I could save this girl, one day at a time.
One day at a time.
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Jane Sage New South Wales, Australia
Raised in the small coastal town of Moruya, far south coast of NSW, Jane was influenced by sing alongs around the campfire and developed a passion for singing and songwriting at an early age. Her self taught and original style that can be generally described as acoustic folk rock, but take a listen and decide for yourself where you think this artist fits in the musical spectrum. ... more
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