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Just mad
04:03
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VI
I'm going crazy it's happening again
Things going wrong in this world
My usual face is a calm one
Just taking each day as it unfolds
Pre-chorus
Sometimes it's too hard to articulate, without sounding like I'm just complaining
To put it all into coherent words, it's like running when it's raining
Chorus
Mad about the world, mad at the lies
Mad about things, a smile my disguise
Mad about work, mad about life
Mad about things, just mad, just mad
V2
Round and round and around we go
Circling the drain of stable
Everything ventured and nothing was gained
And now I'm just mad
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2. |
Out of here
03:11
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3. |
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Verse 1
How’d we get here, so far from North? Air is thickening to a fog.
What I know now can’t be taught, don’t you sweat the small stuff let it go.
Don’t sweat, don’t you sweat it. Don’t you sweat the small stuff.
Verse 2
Can’t see two feet in front of me, rage is burning got to calm the beast.
Got to do it, do it now, get up on your feet and move on down.
Don’t sweat, don’t you sweat it. Don’t you sweat the small stuff.
Verse 3
Don’t be influenced in your decision. With incentive change your situation.
Branching out where you can find some happiness and some peace of mind.
Don’t sweat, don’t you sweat it. Don’t you sweat the small stuff.
Don’t you sweat the small stuff, don’t you sweat it. Don’t you sweat the small stuff, don’t you sweat it. It won’t lead you home.
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4. |
Cooler than kung fu
03:24
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5. |
May
03:51
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V1
In the month of May, she seems to fade away
She wants to get out, but her outlook is grey
(da da da da da, da da da da, etc.)
In the month of May, she seems to fade away
She wants to get out, but her outlook is grey
Pre-chorus
She's crying in the dust and noone knows she's there
Her heart is just a mess, she wants to confess
Sunrise on the ocean and she overlooks the quay
She can see the good in all the bad, her fears begin to be
Chorus
(you know your fears will be)
Just a memory, you know your fears will be
(you know your fears will be)
Just a memory
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6. |
Sit back
04:21
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V1
Brothers and sister, lives are infected
With famine, disaster, hatred and bloodhed
Innocent people, battered and broken
Who could blame them for wanting safety and the right of freedom
Desperate and cornered with only one option
To flee from your home and seek out asylum
Run through the night with just the clothes on your back
Praying to God that the dogs don't attack
Chorus
Sit back, sit back, sit back, sit back and stare
You just sit back
Sit back, sit back, sit back, sit back and stare
You just sit back
V2
The scale of this problem, is hard to imagine
We all wanna help but don't take up action
So you curse and you swear from your chair
And you just, you just sit back and stare
Pre-chorus
You just sit and stare (it's a tragedy)
You don't even care (it's a tragedy)
You just sit and stare (it's a tragedy)
You don't even care
Chorus
Sit back, sit back, sit back, sit back and stare
You just sit back
Sit back, sit back, sit back, sit back and stare
You just sit back
You just sit and stare (it's a tragedy)
You don't even care (it's a tragedy)
You just sit and stare (it's a tragedy)
You don't even care
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7. |
Look around
02:58
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Verse 1
How many times do you look in look in the mirror?
See the dark lines, see the dark cracks
How many times do you smooth them all out?
You get lost in your little world
(LOOK)
Critically deep inside yourself, maturity is a forgotten art
It's what you do no matter who you are.
Eternal adolescence ain't a virtue
A penalty, it's a penalty
Chorus
Look around, look around, look around, look around
(take a look around, take a look around)
Look around, look around, look around, look around
Verse 2
Stand up on your own two feet boy, take a deep breath how tall you are
There's a million shades of grey but some things are black and white
See the colours of the glorious rainbow, of possibilities and of songs unsung
The emptiness inside you ain't important as the cover or the colour of your brush
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8. |
Impossible to tell
04:16
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Verse 1
Pounding rhythm of loneliness, you have the baton
And you're twirling it, without noticing
You've enraptured the strongest people, but not me
Because I'm cut from a different rock
Chorus
Father to brother, mother to father, you are the wound without a weapon
Years of concussion into raw silence, widening ever outward
Father to brother, mother to father, I am the tune without a lure
Automatic preconceptions, impossible to tell - for sure.
Verse 2
In absentia your presence, you are not the words
But the music, of the back-beat to my world
Pain of defiance, one last flurry of kisses
Before I submerge in the foam, at the line of the surf
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9. |
Would they be proud?
04:34
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Verse 1
They just did not realise, what Charlie saw through his eyes
Needlessly suffering, over who gets to drink
Freedom riders, 'vagelising truth in every town
Stood at the gate to the pool mob, said you can't keep us down
Chorus
Would they be proud? Would they be proud?
Would they be proud of what we've become
Would they be proud?
Give them reasons to be proud of us
Verse 2
We don't always recognise, hatred wraps our hearts in cloud
Lowitja saw the promise of souls and her people stood up proud
Go back to where you belong, said the man in the big white coat
You can't destroy this dream she said my hope will grow and surpass your clout
Verse 3
That terra nullius ain’t yours, said Eddie in the garden
Painted in the souls of the Murrays, is a lease that never ends
You didn’t ask us to enter our land
You didn’t ask about the lines in the sand
You didn’t ask us so we’re gonna demand
You can’t deny us so we’re making our stand!
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10. |
Don't do it
03:37
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Verse 1
There are people who will say
Anything to get their way
And if they don't choose to stay
I won't beg them to
There are people who will do
Anything to get to you
And if they won't change their views
I won't beg them to
Pre-chorus
We can be hit by a book, can be struck by a look
So I'm directing my thoughts
Don't do it.....
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The Colourphonics Adelaide, Australia
The Colourphonics exist to entertain those who like their music live and alive. Album tracks are doomed to the past as a predilection for unplanned musical excursions means history will not be repeated here, son. In the words of the Frank Zappa, “You can't always write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say, so sometimes you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whipped cream.” ... more
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