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I don't understand how anything works
No I don't understand at all
When I've looked at the world in pieces
When I've searched for the model and make
No i can't find where the key fits
It's bent out of original shape
I don't understand how anything works
No I don't understand at all
Like why would we follow religions?
Why don't we just follow love?
Who says there's hell underneath us
Who says there's heaven above?
Well how come the rich are getting richer
When there's so many poor sleeping rough?
And how come in school they don't teach us
Nothing that matters that much?
I don't understand how anything works
No I don't understand at all
If I can't get me some answers then
How will I even know
Am I asking the right questions?
Have I been living or dying slow?
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Abigail
05:14
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Teenage infatuation, my secret one
We'd hide underneath the covers til' the morning comes
Lately i've thought about her and where did she go
After those magazines and those old tv shows
Abigail, darlin' where'd you disappear to?
Yeah I've thought of you all through the years oh Abigail
I wonder if she's living this city life
Yes I think i've seen her ride the Sandringham line
Or maybe she's spending all her days alone
Out in the country side where wild flowers grow
Abigail, darlin' where'd you disappear to?
Yeah I've thought of you all through the years oh you know
Hey it's been a long while babe
Now where you've been all my life?
Let's call it a night babe
Before we go on our own ways
We can turn down the lights
Some nights I dream of her and sometimes I don't
Sometimes it's a party line and we're not alone
And i've kept those memories for all of this time
Now they help me warm away these cold winter nights
Abigail, darlin' where'd you disappear to?
Yeah I've thought of you all through the years oh
Abigail, did the rain come down to meet you?
Did you sail far away over the sea?
Oh' Abigail
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Get Your Shit Together
03:57
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When I was young my mum and dad said son before you go to bed
You gotta brush your teeth and say your nightly prayers
I’d ask the lord for racing cars and fancy clothes and sweet guitars
Then tuck myself in tight and rest my head
And then I got older I went to school but I didn’t study much- I didn’t like the rules
I just hung out with all the cool kids everyday
We’d drink some beer out on the street and talk to girls and smoke some weed
And when I got home my mum and dad would say
You gotta get your shit together or you’re in for stormy weather
You gotta get a little plan right from the start
You gotta get your shit together right now-it’s now or never
Or everything you are will fall apart
Then I grew up and lost my way I held up the local IGA
The police came and locked me up in jail
The judge he gave me 7 years, mama wiped away daddy's tears
In both their minds well that was the last nail
But I learned to read and write and cook
I studied hard, read every book, they let me out in 5 on good behaviour
I got a job down on the coast, cooking bacon eggs and toast
And started saving for a rainy day
You gotta get your shit together or you’re in for stormy weather
You gotta get a little plan right from the start
You gotta get your shit together right now-it’s now or never
Or everything you know will fall apart
Well I bought me that old racing car, these fancy clothes, this here guitar
And I say things now like "another day-another dollar"
And I’m learning how to play the game I know there ain’t no easy way
But everyday I stand a little taller
So if you find you ain’t no good and people say you’re as dumb as wood
And nothing ever seems to work your way
Give yourself a second look, take a leaf out of this book
Go stand up to the mirror and say
You gotta get your shit together or you’re in for stormy weather
You gotta get a little plan right from the start
You gotta get your shit together right now-it’s now or never
Or everything you are will fall apart
You gotta get your shit together or you’re in for stormy weather
You gotta’ hook up that old horse before the cart
Or everything you know will fall apart
Or everything you are will fall apart
Yeah every fucking thing will fall apart
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Never Gonna Make It
03:01
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If we don’t go now we’re never gonna’ make it home
If we don’t know how we shouldn’t be here alone
If we don’t get it right,
This whole thing babe we’re gonna’ blow our disguise,
It’s late, we’ll get all wound up, ignore the line
If we both turn around we could just sleep it off
Put the wine and beer down maybe we’ve had enough
Then we won’t have to lie, we know
This all won’t mess up our heads
But I don’t wanna’ sleep if you don’t wanna’ keep
I know you gotta’ leave but I don’t wanna’ say goodnight
If we don’t calm down we’re never gonna’ make it
Turn it off somehow and reel it in for the night
If we don’t go our own ways we’ll
Just follow all the same old mistakes
But I don’t wanna’ sleep if you don’t wanna’ keep
I know you gotta’ leave but I don’t wanna’ say goodbye
If we don’t go now we’re never gonna’ make it home
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Ghosts of This Town
03:54
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Neon lights the city streets
I step through another scene
And slide on down the alleyways
All the way home
I'm haunted by silhouettes
And voices in my head
Sometimes they call on me
When I'm all alone, they say
Once you're up close to the heart
Every now and then you fell them around
Out kicking up the dirt and the dust
Out walking with the ghosts of this town
A woman lights a cigarette
Her hands curled over it
A bluebird on her wrist
And blue eyes full of stars
She says love's just a memory
She keeps hid and out of reach
She talks all night to every empty seat at the bar she says
Once you get up close to the heart
Every now and then you see them around
Out kicking up the dirt and the dust
Out walking with the ghosts of this town
Over my shoulder
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An old time country singing man
An old guitar he knows like the back of his hand
They said he'd gone doing what he liked
Travelling the road and 'til the day he died
You'd never heard him on the radio
And ain't that a crying shame
Cos he sang about life and he sang about about sorrow
And you could hear the heartbreak in his vocal take
Yeah you could hear it all
And he sang about love like he'd been through the ringer
You could hear his heartstring growing tired and bend
In the death of the country singer
The people came from miles around
And flowers were piling up
With messages and photographs
They sang 'You'll never walk alone again'
Well ain't that a crying shame
His funeral motorcade, a long line of cars
And that winding road was calling him home
Home up to the stars
They said you'll find him in the words he sang
Sewn in between the lines
The light from his soul blinding and strong
Like sun in your eyes
The death of the country singer
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Murray Johnstone Melbourne, Australia
I don't understand how anything works
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