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Kate Kelly `The Whitlams`

still around him Making their money Shooting postcards of him through the flies Close your eyes Kate And I'll sing you to sleep Close your eyes, your dreams will be sweet Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly I'm gonna

Kate `Sambassadeur`

We were going through the harbor going faster than the wind A perfect match between the man and the machine Underneath the surface, love's as cold and blue And you're saying this town is not made for

Kate `Ben Folds Five`

She plays wipeout on the drums the squirrels and the birds come Gather around to sing the guitar Oh I...have you got nothing to say When all words fail she speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks

Kate `Jay-Jay Johanson`

It's nice of you to call me When you know I'm out on tour I will be gone for months now And I've told you before Just a little patience And i'll soon be back again Oh Kate I have to go now Cause

Fondness Makes The Heart Grow Absent `The Whitlams`

I woke twice last night, walked to the window Looked down at the gravestones guarding St Patricks in the snow And I thought if that's where it all ends I should get home again with you When fondness

High Ground `The Whitlams`

You've got your favourite programmes The bird, the dog, two cats One of your babies will always Ring on the weekend for a chat A beautiful garden Too easily getting out of hand How can you concentrate

Ease Of The Midnight Visit `The Whitlams`

Show me a way to stop lovin you And I'll stop coming 'round Your flatmate in the front room, He thinks he may have found - The last of the teenage lovers Surprised by what I feel The last of the teenage

Royal In The Afternoon `The Whitlams`

I won't drink, I won't smoke Won't get home at a hundred o'clock Nobody goin' to satisfy me Except you and the baby and the colour TV I was always in my prime Now I'm falling over the line The boys are

Out The Back `The Whitlams`

I wake and the sun has returned Trees with their majesty back I walk down to the sea Yeah, I'll borrow some wax I can sit out here like a teabag No more exercise for me Now I've made it out the back Breathing

400 Miles From Darwin `The Whitlams`

We pay to shed a sombre tear in the darkness together here One among the hundreds, crying for the millions And when the house lights break the trance Only then unclasp our hands Compose ourselves

Beauty In Me `The Whitlams`

Cross-legged on the front lawn shes had a bad pill The lights of the city they can all go to hell Itll all come good if she can put in the hours She wants to get into film but its gonna take years

Melbourne `The Whitlams`

She paints pictures on the wall She eats all of the garden And has an aversion to conviction And she calls her dog "the bear" In love with this girl And with her town as well Walking 'round the

You Sound Like Louis Burdett `The Whitlams`

you sound like Louis Burdett And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?

Stay With Me `The Whitlams`

Youre watching the Sunday night movie Im looking at the gun-grey dawn way below me frozen quiet The line goes dead before Ive had my fill of words of reassurance That my home is still my home, its something

White Horses `The Whitlams`

All the white horses are dragged below the sea What goes on in there?

I Was Alive `The Whitlams`

The night I met you were a fucking disgrace Tripping over people falling flat on your face I thought Id dance with you cause you wouldnt remember A year ago now yeah that was the end of December Theres

Beautiful As You `The Whitlams`

Travelling the world from side to side From Pocket Mountain to the Apples eye Like a misanthrope on Halloween Im hiding Under a tapestry of stone hung from the sky But in all the oceans blur, the planes

Coming Over `The Whitlams`

Can you divide the meaning By the number of your words? The money in your pocket By the masters that you serve?

Thank You (for loving me at my worst) `The Whitlams`

I shouldn't have driven You shouldn't have driven - but we got there Had a good time, so we left the car And the cabby was from a war-zone We were glad he was driving us home I was gladder of some

Blow Up The Pokies `The Whitlams`

There was the stage, two red lights and a dodgy P.A.

Year Of The Rat `The Whitlams`

Creeping into town with all these changes in my head Funny how my old haunts all look new A taxi from the airport to the Paris end of King Ill drop my bags Ill see whos in My dirty streets My fabulous

Tonight `The Whitlams`

You can go to bed Wednesday youre a wanted man And wake up someone else Your oldest friends on the sweetest night Now even they cant help And you run to stay still You hope your heart explodes Your

Cries Too Hard `The Whitlams`

Torch the moon, burn the schools She wrote in red on her bedroom wall - "Nothing's pure", the paint runs to the floor She laughs too easily and cries too hard Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run How

Keep The Light On `The Whitlams`

We stumble into each others lives and we knock some things over Try not to make a sound Each time you reach out, a new shout or shine-on We run in and fall out, fumble around for the key Ill always

You Gotta Love This City `The Whitlams`

You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city Too sick for breakfast, the car wouldn't start The train was

My Floor Is Her Ceiling `The Whitlams`

Her floor's my ceiling I know what goes on He finishes her quickly And then he gets up to go She walks to the lounge room And puts on a tape Lights up an Alpine And settles in for the night

Been Away Too Long `The Whitlams`

Everything looks strange to me like a recurring dream I think I know what's coming, til it turns out wrong Ive been away, away too long I cant change where Ive been the bad Ive done and seen But my heart

Make The World Safe `The Whitlams`

I know they all want you With your Desdemona's eyes I'll keep you from danger Save you from prying eyes I can make the world safe for you Come and live over here I can make the world safe for

Start My Cellar Again `The Whitlams`

That was the longest weekend on record And Friday seems like a year ago There are broken glasses all over the place And you've gone home You know that I love you nearly every day Looks like I'm going to

Love Is Everywhere `The Whitlams`

Love is everywhere, I don't want to bend down and pick it up Love is everywhere, a shocking week but can Sunday bail me out Love is everywhere, I want to sit here and hear the sound of that thing