Lyrics:
the fire spread
So I come on the radio all by design
One city, two fronts, and bunker cyanide
We're no liars
Somewhere fine
We're somewhere you
resting
His cigarette is over
Now he's dressing
You spend your hours in communion with the sunshine
I got your number from a stranger on a train
You say
got a house, a dog and a mouse
And an old flat-top guitar
Well it's alright to dance and dine,
By candle light with fancy wine
But when we can't
booth
Just got back from Cancun
Getting Blue Moon drunk in that honeymoon phase
And by the window, there's an old man
With a ring still on his left
Sally & The Preacher
© Taasha Coates & Tristan Goodall 2008
Universal Music Publishing Pty Ltd
Sally's waiting by the corner
Bars don't open here
Sally & The Preacher
© Taasha Coates & Tristan Goodall 2008
Universal Music Publishing Pty Ltd
Sally's waiting by the corner
Bars don't open here
Let me feel your recognition
I can taste the way you look
I guess it was the right decision!
My thoughts are my bible, that's by what I live
weæ?³e got no power
Overcome by headlines
We believe what isnæ?° true
Youæ?³e got no empathy for anyone but you
Our moral contradictions
And subjective,
Written by billy burnette.
Well on down the freeway - hollywood
Freeway
Got me wheels rollin' rockin' the night
Away
Know a little place down
A son lies death profaned, mutilated
Without mercy turbulence in the air
God is crying stop homicide
Sickening silence terror and crime
I got you in my
the Open Skies Outside would Lose it's Light
Once the Darkness Could Escape it's Soulflight
Winter Crawled Away from Earth to Keep the Forest One Seasoned
wasn't tame..
Mother lets her daughter call her by her secret lion name
I know one night about a robber,
with a rotten rubber mask,
he came into
try to make me smile
Just leave me in my misery
Cos it's gonna take a while
I'm gonna lock my door
And spend the rest of the day in bed
Surrounded by
better hurry up 'cause they're going fast. Better buy now 'cause it may not last. Crash, slam b-b-bambabaloozlerl! Operators standing by to take your call.
to know the end of it
Don't go to Klaksvik
I hear those birds of dawn
Keep my mind off what I was sleeping on
The curtains by the bath are drawn
Out
about those times
When it's not so easy to believe
When doubt causes you to only
Go by what you see
Don't you wish that every day was an easy day
Can I trust you?
Do you mean it?
Can I take it?
Got something to give?
You spoke slowly, broken by your tour
Keep crying, they say it cleanses
back home
Well I thought that I could make it by myself
But my heart tore apart she's a-got it on a shelf
A little voice inside my head goes
rushing down that freeway
Messed around and got lost
They didn't care, they were just dyin' to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Surely make
at least it pays your way
In this moment let's pause
Reflect on what we've got
So let's give thanks
And have a round or two tonight
Before it's gone
copped,
vapor you bought,
identity loss,
shootin your shot,
missin the pot,
pop off witcha soul you just fought,
style that I got, come from the pot,
it
names
Don't have to love it to do it
Yes we know the game
Oh believe me
We are all deceiving
And I'm not to sure
That you'll like what you'll see
this town is dead
'Cause we ain't got no drive through yet
Our one garage don't open nights
Truckies they just roll on by
But down the road at The Grand
Struck by lightning
My heart's on fire
Can't stop burning
Woke me like the wind
In the middle of the night
Tossin' and turning
Chorus
It came right
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