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CHRISTMAS DAY IN AUSTRALIA
The sun is sinking below the waves
As the fireworks explode over the headland The Southern Cross, it is low in the sky
As the surf pounds down on the sand
It’s Christmas Day in Australia
And I’m sweatin’ here on the beach Everything seems so very achievable Yet so far and so out of reach
She left me on the Queen’s birthday It’s been over three months hence That’s when I started drinking
And I haven’t been sober since
The kids are still playing cricket on the pitch As the surfers line up for that last break There’s couples kissing on the beach
And my heart is breaking in a brand new way
And the rich fucks look down from their balconies Of their ugly high rises where the poor once lived You’d think they’d have something to contribute But they’ve got nothing to give
And everyone is having a good time pretending That everything is gonna be all right
Cuz it’s Christmas Day in Australia And I’m sweatin’ here on the beach Everything seems so very achievable Yet so far and so out of reach
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DOPE SMOKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE AND TAKE OVER
Dope smokers of the world Unite and take over This world is too violent
Everybody needs to chill the fuck out (x2)
Dope smokers of the world unite and take over
If we were in charge there would be no more wars If we were in charge there would be no more wars
Dope smokers of the world unite and take over
The stock market it would crash Followed by industrial collapse Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Cuz all the things that are destroying the world
Are impossible to do when you’re stoned
You can’t operate heavy machinery when you’re stoned
So dope smokers of the world unite and take over (x3)
Can you tell me why it’s illegal?
I like to get high it makes me giggle
You look like you could use a giggle too
So hey Barack, Barack Obama
Let’s smoke a joint, some marijuana
Life won’t seem so complex
You’ll forget all about who to put on your secret drone kill list next (x2)
Cuz when you’re stoned you just want to sing a silly song So everybody won’t you sing along
La la la, la la la, la de da
La la la, la la la (x3) La de da
So dope smokers of the world unite and take over (x3)
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American Way
03:13
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AMERICAN WAY
Well, they tell ya, yeah they tell ya, that you gotta work hard They tell ya, yeah they tell ya, to believe in their god
They tell ya, yeah they tell ya, not to have no regard
Rip it up, exploit it, and you’ll get a reward
Don’t you worry baby, it’ll be okay (x2)
Don’t you worry baby, it’s just the American way
Well, they tell ya, yeah they tell ya, that it’s democracy
But you find out real soon that you ain’t got no say
Well the lesson, yeah the lesson, ‘bout how to get by
Is you’d better not fight, you’d better not try
You’d better, you’d better, just do what they say, Don’t think too much, and be sure to obey
Don’t you worry baby, it’ll be okay (x2)
Don’t you worry baby, it’s just the American way
Rip it up, exploit it, and have a nice day
Don’t think too much, and be sure to obey
Don’t you know baby, it’s the best we can be
I’ll exploit you before you can screw me
Don’t you worry baby, it’ll be okay (x2)
Don’t you worry baby, it’s just the American way
Well you learn, you learn, you learn early on
This life is hard, like a long slow burn
By the time, by the time, that you realize
That it’s all, it’s all, one enormous lie
It’s too late, it’s too late, it’s become your life
Livin’ a lie, it’s the price you pay
Don’t you know baby, it’s just the American way
Don’t you worry baby, it’ll be okay (x2)
Don’t you worry baby, it’s just the American way
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I Just Want You To Know
05:01
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I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW
Well the CIA and the Constitution
More money for the rich is the best solution
Profit is god and the pledge of allegiance
War on the poor with a savage vengeance
Well I had nothing to do with it
I for all my life fought against all of this
Sand Creek, Tulsa, Jonestown Guyana
Hard prison time for smokin' marijuana
Commodification and corporatization
The long slow death of a beautiful nation
There are millions and millions thinking this is so great
That we all live in a military state
Mindless consumption and endless competition
You pay a high price for being born American
Well I had nothing to do with it
I for all my life fought against all of this
I just want you to know (x4)
That I had nothing to do with it
I for all my life fought against all of this
Nobody knew it was just the beginnin'
Did you hear the news they shot John Lennon
I just want you to know (x4)
Well I had nothing not a goddamn thing to do with it
I for all my life fought against this shit
I just want you to know (x4)
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BURN DOWN THE HIGH SCHOOL
Well they went to the high school and they burned it down
They took that gasoline and spread it all around
They lit a match and watched it burn down to the ground
Yeah they burned it down, down to the ground, did not make a sound
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la, ooh la la la
Well there will not be any calculus class
Don't need to worry about no mid term to pass
No one will get busted for smoking grass
Cuz they burned it down, down to the ground, did not make a sound Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, Ooh la la la (x2)
There will be no ranking of the students today
No one will flunk, no one will get an A
No rewards for those who don't like to think but love to obey
Cuz they burned it down, down to the ground, did not make a sound Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la la (x2)
Cuz they burned it down, down to the ground, did not make a sound Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la a (x2)
There will be no government class today
No more lessons about how great is the U-S of A
There will be no brains washed away
There will be no jocks out in the hallway
Cuz they burned it down, down to the ground, did not make a sound Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la la (x3)
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Fly Away
04:59
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FLY AWAY
Ships at sea
Darkest Night
Darker day
Fly, fly away
You held me close
Looked in my eyes I can’t let go
Fly, fly away
World gone wrong
We are so alone
Tears are now our song
Fly, fly away
Darlin’ stay with me
I can’t face the day
Please hold me
And fly, fly away
No color in my sky
Light gone from my eyes
Like I’ve already died
I don’t know why
Fly, fly away
Don’t want to be reminded of
What I could never rise above
There just is not enough love
Fly, fly away (x 2)
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Song For Kori
05:14
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SONG FOR KORI
His daughter’s name it was Kori
She was all of seven years old
The best part of her every day
Was when her daddy got home from work and they would play
He taught her how to read and how to ride a bike
He taught her how to throw a fastball
Then one day the doctor said her daddy was very sick
Nick held her in his arms til his arms got too weak
Now Nick he was a truck driver
He got too weak to push in that big clutch or turn that big wheel
He lost all his benefits when the company fired him
It was then that his life became a living hell
Nick was sick, he could not work
The bills came in, he could not pay
The court, it was gonna come and take Kori
Nick looked at his daughter and thought there’s got to be another way
Now if a daughter loses her daddy
His social security benefits the government will provide
Aw, but they don’t give nothing if he’s too sick to work but still breathin’
Only way they’ll give it is if her daddy died
Nick did the dishes, stocked the kitchen
He made sure the house was neat and clean
He left a note saying, I love you Kori
They found him hanging from the rafter beams
There’s many nations in this world
Some are rich and some are poor
But here in the richest nation ever
A man is worth more to his daughter dead than alive
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JESUS IS COMIN’ IN A RAT TURD
There was this one night, I got really stoned
Thought it’d be good idea, go to my local bar
Get to know the locals, get to know the locals
Thought it’d be a good idea to get to know the locals
There was this one guy, he was from Kentucky
He seemed pretty interesting, he started talking, talking about Jesus
He said that Jesus, that Jesus is comin’/ Jesus is comin’
He’s comin’ in the rapture, Jesus is comin’, he’s comin’ in the rapture Jesus is comin’ in the rapture
But that’s not what I heard, he had a really thick hillbilly accent
Couldn’t hardly understand a fuckin’ word he said
This is what I heard, I swear to god this is what he said
It sounded like this: Jesus comin’ in a rat turd!
I said oh my goodness that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard
I never ever thought it could be so incredible, that Jesus is so humble
Jesus is so beautiful, Jesus is in everything, every living thing
He’s even in a rat turd, Jesus is comin’, he’s comin’ in a rat turd (repeated a lot)
That’s when I realized, that’s not what he said
He got so angry, so very very angry
His mouth was foamin', his face was all red
His neck was already red cuz he was a redneck from Kentucky
He pulled out a gun, put it against my head
I thought I was gonna have to go up to heaven and explain to Jesus How I was talkin’ shit, sayin’ he’s comin’, sayin’ he’s comin’
He’s comin’ in a rat turd, Jesus is comin’, he’s comin’ in a rat turd
I’d say Jesus you’re so humble, Jesus you’re so beautiful
Jesus you're in everything, every living thing
You’re even in a rat turd, Jesus is comin’,
He’s comin’ in a rat turd (repeated a lot)
Chill the fuck out dude you’re Jesus Christ
Jesus is comin’, He’s comin’ in a rat turd (repeated a lot)
Jesus is comin’ in a rat turd
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MY DADDY DIED WHEN I WAS NINE YEARS OLD
My daddy died when I was nine years old
I cried at his funeral
Hawk appeared in the window
My daddy died when I was nine years old
Here in the darkening sky
As we sit by the riverside
Feel the herons flying by
Here in the darkening sky
I cannot stay this night
I must leave before first light
Before I do please save my life
I cannot stay this night
My daddy died when I was nine years old
I cried at his funeral
Hawk appeared in the window
My daddy died when I was nine years old
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10. |
You Said
03:28
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YOU SAID
You said, you said, take me as I am
You said, you said, come here and take hold of my hand
Please don't let go of my hand
Well I won't let go but I think you are crazy
But I love you, I so love you baby
And if I love you even though you are crazy
I must really really really love you (x2)
I must really really fucking love you
You said, you said, I'm not going anywhere
You said, you said, I will always be here
For you, I will always be here
We said, we said, forever and a day
We said, we said, nothing would get in our way
We let everything get in our way
It got in the way because you are crazy
But I love you, I so love you baby
And if I love you even though you are crazy
I must really really really love you (x2)
I must really really fucking love you
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Hole In The Ground
04:56
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HOLE IN THE GROUND
They say to work, buy shit, then die
They get that glazed over look though when you politely ask them why
Profit, oh profit, it’s a mighty funny god
I hope when they die, they get their just reward
Coal in the stocking it used to be a joke
But there goes the future loaded onto them big ol’ coal boats
Well I can’t help thinkin’ bout how many coal mining holes
It would take to fit all them politicians & corporate C-E-O’s
Bury ‘em deep, sequestered in the ground
Don’t worry, they tell me it’s safe
Just pump the clean air on down
Which is more than they’d ever do for us
If it was up to them I reckon they would bury us
If you think i’m exaggerating, take a good look around
Ask them Awabaka people about them holes in the ground
Funny thing is, we’re supposed to like living this way
Rip it up, exploit it, its all one big party
Well I think that you know just what to say
Let me hear you shout it out: fuck off, no way
Whooh-hoo, I guess it must be up to me
Let’s all go out tonight to the Hunter Valley
I know where there are some mighty big coal minin’ holes
Be sure and invite a politician along and a corporate C-E-O
It ain’t easy to swallow, it sure gets me down
Our kids they ain’t nothin’ compared to a hole in the ground
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FOUR DAYS DRIVE TO CHIAPAS
There’s a full moon rising over the water
And I watch it from where we made love last night
I look at it and I wonder, why this world just isn’t right
Why this world just isn’t right
By this time tomorrow we could be sleeping in the dessert And the next day cross the Rio Grande
I’m scared and I don’t know if I can make it
Oh baby, please, take hold of my hand
Oh baby, please, take hold of my hand
I can call my boss and give him a message
Saying, you ain’t my boss any more
Won’t you please do me just one last favor
Won’t you please send my last paycheck to Mexico
Well it’s four days drive to Chiapas
And I can be packed and ready by noon
It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment
And now, tonight I know
Now there are no more shadows
Now there are no more lies
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Blind Uncle Harry Bloomington, Indiana
Blind Uncle Harry is the stage name for Chris 'Harry' Doran a critically acclaimed singer songwriter based in Bloomington, Indiana. He took the name Blind Uncle Harry from his actual great Uncle Harry, who was indeed blind and was a fiddle player. Harry specializes in hillbilly hippie shreddin' folk rock, featuring raucous live shows with audience sing alongs and extended solos. ... more
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