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My Kind of Scene `Powderfinger`

My Kind of Scene Tell me where I'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job for everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad lean to the side

Not My Kinda Scene `Powderfinger`

tell me where i'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad so lean to the side whisper it quiet the end is in

Vladimir `Powderfinger`

Vladimir I am the lizard queen Uniform of taffeta and diamond rings In here I see all kinds Even tiny drunken Muscovite Mouths locked tight With a native man seeking shelter for the night I

(Return of) The Electric Horseman `Powderfinger`

(Return of) The Electric Horseman In my head inside my dreams Under my hand as no one's seen Bent to the will of the others Strange kind of day to discover That all seasons fail and recover So

Up & Down & Back Again `Powderfinger`

and rescue me from in the water deep careful now don't loose your aim the road ahead is clear again I haven't found it yet you drift away so slow in the ebb and flow so I landed on my

Celebrity Head `Powderfinger`

Celebrity Head at quarter to nine my plus one decides to make her arrival I’ll say what I like at the end of the night for social survival I’ll cut you to size then apologize and make an impassioned

POWDERFINGER `Neil Young`

POWDERFINGER Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John, 'Cause it don't look like they're

Powderfinger `Cowboy Junkies`

don't look like they're here to deliver the mail And it's less than a mile away I hope they didn't come to stay It's got numbers on the side and a gun, and it's making big waves Daddy's gone, my

Walking Stick `Powderfinger`

Walking Stick Spoon Fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he used And I wont say a word You’ve sewn me

These Days `Powderfinger`

These Days it's coming round again the slowly creeping hand of time and its command soon enough it comes and settles in its place its shadow in my face puts pressure in my day

Tail `Powderfinger`

Tail I'll take the lead you’ll follow me Come and relevie the friends that I keep They’re sick of me Small minded creed blisters and weeps Swallow the shit that jealousy feeds Choke

Bless My Soul `Powderfinger`

Push me right over And hold me down under the waves If I'm out breath maybe I'll recognise my mistakes Coz nothing I've done yeah Is worthy of showing to you It's just meaningless bullshit And promises

Over My Head `Powderfinger`

Over My Head a combination of the two worst ideas you might have well don't complain you just concede, there's nothing left for you (it's) sad to think that its all gone over my head I like to

Stumblin' `Powderfinger`

I got to feeling low for making light of whatever you said The pain went straight to my head chopping me up turning me to morose You've got a thing or two coming soon so I'll get out of your way Beat

Waiting for the Sun `Powderfinger`

Waiting for the Sun this will be an uncertain time for us my love I can hear the echo of your voice in my head singing my love I can see your face there in my hands my love I have been

Sink Low `Powderfinger`

Sink Low It sure is guiet around here The phone never rings anymore So I'll wallow in silence And nail my soul to the floor ‘Cause I'm angry and jealous And sick and tired of untruth

Roll Right By You `Powderfinger`

Your gentle pace it provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us Lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe Do you have the information to decide whether you really care C'mon you

Sunsets `Powderfinger`

should have followed you and beat down your door Maybe it's gonna be breaking you every time you fall But to shower you with pity will do you no good at all Slow burn watching the world turn from my

Catadel `Powderfinger`

Catadel Parton pushed vows aside Parents blest shine with pride Lay child down force inside I play on my position of trust Leave the child to self distruct Child ashamed silent oath

This Syrup to Exchange `Powderfinger`

Syrup to Exchange It’s early rise His teeth are firm And cleanse with hands to hunt and hope The sun divieds Imagine leaves A shelter while I sleep There are many years To cloud my

Don't Wanna Be Left Out `Powderfinger`

I creep around slowly and receive from the TV signals about my life I've no dedication to my medication I'm otherwise occupied An ambitious plan to bring attention to myself A cerebral hitman permeates

Grave Concern `Powderfinger`

Grave Concern Somebody screaming that the end is nigh Never seen nobody with hopes so high Uneasy feeling creeping up on me Justify a weary trinity And I can hardly contain my joy Let

Process This `Powderfinger`

off Give me something more that I can hold Pull me back in from the cold, yeah Got to get on top yeah Get on top yeah Gotta get on, get on top yeah Get on top yeah Caught in a crossfired aim Skin full of

Bridle You `Powderfinger`

Bridle You Strip me down Wash me white Leave the sparks in my eyes Novelty Wearing thin Overload of thruth and advice Narrow minds Move hollow mouths To taste the foot that

JC `Powderfinger`

JC Oh Jesus christ, what name do you go by now For time is passing with the wind blows new decrees Canned for life your used by date is faded And followers of you now watch tv What could i do

Living Type `Powderfinger`

Living Type And you'll be there to break my fall To reassure my doubts and faults And all your fables will ring true They are the lies you lean on too There's love on your breath I'd better not

Don't Panic `Powderfinger`

at the cracks 'Til it all falls in on me Big fat payback bleeding like a smokestack I'm running We got a dud pump speed bump burning like a fuel dump I'm coming Don't panic So come and join my

My Happiness `Powderfinger`

My Happiness I see your shadow on the street now I hear you push through the rusty gate click up your heals on the concrete waiting for a knock coming way to late it seems an age since

Powderfinger (Live) `Neil Young, Crazy Horse`

Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou So the Powers That Be left me here to do the thinkin' And I just turned twenty-two I was wonderin

Pockets `Powderfinger`

By now you know that I never arrived I was too tired to move I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse But I'm tired of them too Little pockets of air in the atmosphere Make it easy to breathe So