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The Wildest Thing
03:24
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Cutting through the crowd you were shining like a star
Watched you dancing on the tables, stealing drinks over the bar
You sang to Wilson Pickett. You knew every single song
When they kicked you out for smoking you told me I should tag along
‘Cause you were only gonna be in town tonight
You were the wildest thing I’d ever seen
You sailed through night and day with me
In and out of weeks and every moment in between
You were the wildest thing I’d ever seen
I didn’t give a second thought to ditching all my friends
So we could break into the pool by climbing right over the fence
I tried to shift my eyeline when you stripped off all your clothes
Then you laughed and called me bashful and then you pulled me in so close
You said your name was Sarah, but you lied
You were the wildest thing I’d ever seen
You sailed through night and day with me
In and out of weeks and every moment in between
You were the wildest thing I’d ever seen
Oh, please don’t go
I’ll eat you up I love you so
You were the wildest thing I’d ever seen
You sailed through night and day with me
In and out of weeks and every moment in between
You were the wildest thing I’d ever seen
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King Of The Room
04:01
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Damn you talk real quick and what’s with your jaw?
Tell me what the hell did even come here for?
You’ve got all the charm of an unshuffled deck
With your red wine mouth and your lack of respect
Hey I’m sick of listening to you
You keep talking that loud, I’ll do something ‘bout it soon
Stop carrying on like you’re the king of the room
Hey I’m sick of listening to you
Won’t you shut your mouth ‘til the band is through
Yeah who made you the king of the room?
Your queen of the night perched upon your lap
From here I can see her nose run like a tap
Now don’t get me wrong, ‘cause I enjoy a good time
But your so damn loud I missed the melody line
I asked you once. I asked you twice
If I have to ask again, I won’t be so nice
Tell me friend, what gives you the right?
‘Cause we all paid a price to see the band tonight
Say goodnight to the king of the room
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Cassette In The Tapedeck
03:55
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800 hundred dollars and a bottle of gin
Couldn’t tell where the rust stopped and the paint would begin
You brought it home bronze but you swore it was gold
A true 1970 sight to behold
Well the stick shift was supposed to read 8
But that pool ball said 6 which was great
My hand out the window, my head in the clouds
Cassette in the tape deck the music up loud
My feet on the dashboard the wind in our hair
When I close my eyes and I still picture me there
In the passenger chair
Surf wax and sand stuck in every crack
No trace of a seatbelt. It was hell in the back
My sister would crouch when you’d drop us at school
But I was a kid, so I thought it was cool
I’d learn to drive it somewhere down the line
Then by 18 that car would be mine
I came home from school, the car wasn’t there
Mum said you sold it and I cursed you I swear
‘Cause a Cortina Ghia, well it just ain’t the same
As an LC Torana with a slightly warped frame
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I’m an old man
You can tell by my hands
How they’ve taken a beating
From years spent in bands
As a young man
Thought I’d travel the world
Picking out riffs
And picking up girls
But what I really need
No ifs, no doubts and no maybes
Yeah, what this old man needs
Is his old lady
I’m an old man
You can tell by my face
How I turn up my nose
At the songs in this place
As a young man
I’d dance until dawn
To whatever the DJ
Would keep putting on
I’m an old man
You can tell by the way
I lay down beside you
At the end of each day
As a young man
Well, I never dreamed
I’d find someone like you
And you’d fall for me
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You got my motor running, burning like acetylene
But it could be all the vodka that they cut with kerosene
Memorised to watch you dance from by the cash machine
With your raven-coloured hair and your eyes of mossy green
There’s something rare and beautiful on my mind
You’re up there in the magic, bathed in smoke and neon lights
You’re my whole world one song at a time
I’m watching something rare and beautiful tonight
Despite common consensus you are anything but dumb
You’ve got everyone that’s in here wrapped around your little thumb
And we’re handing over all of our disposable income
So pour some sugar on me ‘cause I think that I’m in love
There’s something rare and beautiful on my mind
You’re up there in the magic, bathed in smoke and neon lights
You’re my whole world one song at a time
I’m watching something rare and beautiful tonight
You took my hand to take me upstairs
You grabbed my hand said “Come along”
And as we started climbing those stairs
You whispered “It’s 50 dollars for a song”
There’s something rare and beautiful on my mind
You’re up there in the magic, bathed in smoke and neon lights
You’re my whole world one song at a time
I’m watching something rare and beautiful tonight
I’m watching something rare and beautiful tonight
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Little Church
03:07
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You spilled some red wine on your white dress
It’s a fine day but it’s a big mess
Nobody’s seen the keys to the catering van
You’re holding it together just as long as you can
You hear your mum crying ‘cause the groom’s drunk
You got a hot streak of some bad luck
Your father couldn’t make it there to give you away
This isn’t how you pictured things unfolding today
It’s just you and the celebrant alone
In a little church three hours drive from home
Looking for your great grandma’s ring from her wedding back in ‘38
With your bare feet pressed against the stone
Of a little church three hours drive from home
Thinking to yourself I’ll be telling this story ‘til I’m 98
If I can make it through today
Something borrowed, something blue
Forget the old, begin the new
It’s just you and the celebrant alone
In a little church three hours drive from home
Looking at your great grandma’s ring from her wedding back in ‘38
With your bare feet pressed against the stone
Of a little church three hours drive from home
Thinking to yourself I’ll be laughing ‘bout this story ‘til I’m 98
If I can make it through today
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Goodnight Bluebird
04:00
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There’s an ocean of tables
There’s a buzz in the mic
I’m losing my voice again
‘Cause it’s Saturday night
There’s a riot in the kitchen
There’s a hum on the street
We’re settling in for the night
You’re clapping along with the beat
Goodnight bluebird
Goodnight bluebird
I see you in the corner singing every word
There’s a dream in the brickwork
There’s a tap in your toes
I can’t think of one night
Where I ain’t seen you at one of my shows
There’s a twist in the floorboards
There’s a drum in my chest
We’re settling in for the night
You’re wearing the hell out of that dress
Goodnight bluebird
Goodnight bluebird
I see you in the corner singing every word
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Measured and Wanting
03:42
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Stack me up against my brothers
And my sisters on the field
Show me pictures of the goalpost
Then curse me when I yield
You speak a different language
In the city by the sea
And that’s still intimidating
For a man who’s built like me
I’ve been measured, I’ve been wanting
For a hundred thousand days
But I was wrong
Everybody’s got their own page
And their searching for the lyrics to the song
Turned away without a reason
By the keepers of the gate
Holding tightly to the clipboard
That heralds all our fates
You turn another corner
Then you find you’re not alone
Man, there’s nothing like acceptance
To really rock you to the bone
I’ve been measured, I’ve been wanting
For a hundred thousand days
But I was wrong
Everybody runs their own race
So leave the pack and jog along
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I got dressed and fell in line
My mother’s hand held tight in mine
I walked her to the kitchen door
While all the fathers drank and swore
You were music to my ears
You were all my hopes and fears
Well I came back in time to see
I watched you slip away from me
I climbed into my brother’s car
He drove me past your favourite bar
When we passed the hospital
I thanked the lord for alcohol
I took my place next to your grave
I let the dirt fall through my hands
I let the dirt fall through my hands
You were music to my ears
You were all my hopes and fears
I think I cried enough to fill the sea
I watched you slip away from me
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The End Of The Rope
04:00
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Fill every silence with sound
Do your best to drown it all out
Swear in every language you know
Try your best to not let it show
Breathe until your lungs are too sore
Swim when you can’t see the shore
Call in the hope I’ll pick up
Believe strength in your blood
When you reach the end of the rope
Tie a knot and try to hang on
Scream every note that you sing
Do your best to find the hope that it brings
Lean on the folks you need most
Try your best to keep those ones close
Rise every time you fall down
Hold on to anyone who’s around
Yell just as loud as you can
Rip out the page and rewrite the plan
When you reach the end of the rope
Tie a knot and try to hang on
When you reach the edge of the road
Lift your head and try to walk on
When you reach the end of the rope
Tie a knot and try to hang on
When you reach the edge of the road
Lift your head and try to walk on
When your reach the start of the slope
Find your feet and try to climb on
When you reach the end of the rope
Tie a knot and try to hang on
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Nathan Seeckts Geelong, Australia
Seemingly hewn from Bellarine Peninsula basalt, Seeckts’ vocal is imbued with all the heart worn grit of Steve Earle, grounding songs that are alternately heaving, shivering and jangling with feeling. Whether punching out a heartland belter or immersed in a nostalgic reverie, Nathan Seeckts delivers immense humanity, compassion, and catharsis. ... more
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Jamie is hands down one of the greatest songwriters this country has ever produced. His debut LP is on constant rotation around my house. Easily one of my favourite records of all time.
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