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It's alright
08:45
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Let’s walk awhile, as the sun settles down
And the stars set up their trapeze while the moon acts the clown.
Let the night bring it’s darkness, as dawn brings light
Ah, there’s a story that tells us everything’s going to be alright
It’s going to be alright
Journey with me, through this small river town
Where like anywhere in this world, trouble can be found
See, it’s found that couple on the step there, man’s crying like a babe
Can’t hear a word, but I know what she’s saying
It’s alright
By the closed down movie theatre, girls are feeling blue
Talking to the boys under the street light, who don’t know what to do
But Suzie’s back there in the shadows, with her Billy tonight
They’re dancing to their heartbeats, he’s holding her tight (saying)
It’s alright
At the Red Rose Café, a child’s learning how to stand
Mother’s smiling like it’s Christmas, holding out her hands
He takes a little step, tumbles and he falls
Feels his world is ending till he hears his momma call
It’s alright
If you find yourself, losing to the blues
Just find a friend who can hold onto you and say
It’s alright
If troubles out there maybe calling you by name
You’re doubting yourself, seems nothing’s the same (remember)
It’s only when you stop believing, that nothing will change
You see the blues are just the fuel, it’s love that’s the flame
Every thing’s alright
Out by the Roadhouse, trucks are lying quiet
Drivers smoking cigarettes through a long hot night
Frankie’s sitting by the window, seeking what she needs
The Highway of Heartache demands more than just a little speed
Back in town at the hotel talking, with the main street crew
Johnny’s going crazy with the midnight news
That his Frankie’s back in town, she’s got a new tattoo
Ah, that girl’s jumpy as a monkey, but God, he loves her true
At the Cenotaph old Jack pauses, salutes and stands
Swaying in the breeze with a bottle of Micky Williams in his hand
Oh, it’s a long march home, up the old Camp Hill
Each step of the way he remembers those boys still
At Kokoda he found words were worth more than gold
If they helped a man in trouble journey in from the cold
He says Christ is in the wind and Buddha’s in the trees
Yet people search all over, trying to be free
Now the sun’s coming up on this corrugated dusty western town
They’re waiting at the gate, for the man to come down
Been no rain here, for twelve months or more
Folks do a lot of talking, at the General Store
Tomorrow never comes, it’s always been that way
We wake up in the morning find another today
To dance the dance of love as we circle our old sun
Helping each other as best we can and doing what needs to be done
Happiness and sorrow, joy and pain
Call it what you want, it’s all the same
Fears got many disguises, sometimes even dressed as love
So be careful who you point to, if push comes to shove
Now the children are waking, running out to play
Doing their work, in this other today
The moon’s smile is fading, the trapeze is put away
As a voice from the east whispers, ah, listen to it say...
It’s alright...
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Falling Rain Blues
03:59
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The radio says it’s dry, may be a drought coming on
The radio says it’s dry, may be a drought coming on
But it’s been raining all over this town since you’ve been gone
Oh, that rain, that rain it’s falling all over town
People praying for rain, I just hold out my hand
People praying for rain, I just hold out my hand
Since I needed you and you went off with that spike-driving man
Oh, that rain, that rain it’s falling all over town
I went down to the railway station, watch the trains roll by
I went down to the railway station, watch the trains roll by
When I thought of you woman, could not help but hang my head and cry
Oh, that rain, that rain it’s falling all over town
Going to buy me a ticket, one-way ticket from this town
Going to buy me a ticket, one-way ticket from this town
I’m going to where the sun shines and the rain ain’t always tumbling down
Oh, that rain, that rain it’s falling all over town
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Silver Nitrate Serenade
08:55
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I hear from your friends in the safety of night
That you’re living with a man with a past
And from what they can tell, he’s been treating you,
Well, he’s not doing any damage to your heart.
You walked upon that tightrope babe
With a courage that put me to shame
When I left you on the avenue
I couldn’t even call out your name
I couldn’t even mention your name
From the Stony Desert to a burning heart
You travelled all those days
In conditions extreme, from poverty to obscenity
You always found your way
An’ I hope that it’s true what they tell me of you
That you’re riding a straight and true course
For I remember well how you would tell me
Your dreams of the silver horse
Your dreams of the silver horse
Some nights alone in this old café, on this street where the rain always lies
The juke box machine plays Italian evergreens, and I smoke cigarettes till I’m high
The strong black coffee shoots my nerves, full of tin foil and memories and rust
And a mind almost spent checks it’s change for the rent, and the price of a moment of trust
The price of a moment of trust
Ride upon your silver horse
Ride him to the sky
Ride upon your silver horse
May you never ever cry
May you never ever cry
In the fog filtered scenes of this disjointed night, conversations pass for time
And the erratic beat of the people I meet, comes echoing through my mind
A cold wind shifts from the harbour shore, as I follow my memory lines
They’re leading to you as they so often do, like clues to the scene of the crime
Like clues to the scene of some crime
And those foreign sounds fill the empty streets, to the click clack of the pool table blues
And the café’s yellow light is mocked by the night, along with my memories of you
Of your laser light eyes shooting, always aimed at the stars
And your time-machine mind leaving me far behind, picking tunes on this old guitar
Picking tunes on this old guitar
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When the memories are still lingering, from your previous desires
Loves like an open window, when the buildings on fire
The flames are getting closer, and there’s only one way down
No way you can know the distance, from your heart to the ground
Now that’s called an option, in the negative sense
It’s falling into love, out of self-defence
Oh when the wind is still howling and your sails are all torn
And you’re taking too much water and your crew is mostly gone
You can batten down the hatches you can bend down to your knees
Or you can let loose the lifeboat onto the rocking rolling sea
Now that’s called an option, in the negative sense
It’s like falling into love, out of self-defence
Times can be cruel, peoples’ smiles often lie
Situations unfamiliar, comforts hard to come by
Simple circumstances, work in ways unknown
You’ve got to live your life forwards, on your strange way back home
Life’s full of options, in the negative sense
One’s falling in love, out of self-defence
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5. |
Hard Times
03:28
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Hard-times in the country
Hard times in the town
There’s hard times in this heart of mine girl,
Since you’re not around
I’ve been a long time travelling
Seen the sights, heard the sounds
But the longest distance is right here girl,
Now that you’re not around
And I hope you’re being true
To the one who is loving you
And I hope he’s being kind
I hope there’s not too many hard-times
Your tongue curling through lonely nights
Saying “take your love where it’s found”
But there’s only war here a’ raging ragged,
Since you’re not around
Costumed memories, but-time runs naked
Candle flames burning down
I see that life is more than the moment,
Now that you’re not around.
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Runaway Train
03:54
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She lives up on Crown Street, Surry Hills
Goes up on speed comes, down on pills
Like a runaway train, running out of track
And she prays God, help me make it back
A heart torn to shreds, down on Hurricane Lane
She left him there with a bucket, full of rain
Like a runaway train running out of track
And he prays God help me make it back
In the trench the whistle blew, sunrise at Gallipoli
Two seconds later with a bullet in his guts he’s on his knees
Like a runaway train running out of track
He prayed God help me make it back
He was preaching by the sea, of Galilee
Healing those souls till they hung him, on a tree
Like a runaway train running out of track
He cried God help me make it back
People behind in front below, and above
Some running from fear, some from love
Like runaway trains running out of track
Praying God help us make it back
Every step’s a journey or, so it seems
Till you realise you’re never left where you’ve always been
But like runaway trains running out of track
We cry God help us make it back
Like a runaway train running out of track
Like a runaway train running out of track
Like a runaway train.
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The Penny Whistle Lament
06:37
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In the penny whistle sounds of three a.m.
Like smoke my mind is drifting
Across the broken dreams to another time
When we sailed those songs out on a sea of wine
When we talked in circles, bent out of shape
And walked like men on the face of the moon
Hanging silent in a starry sky
Watching the Universe passing by
And the street light shadows cut like razors
When you hear the night wind calling
I see you’re at home, a stranger alone now
Where the midnight stars, are always falling
In terms of consequences
I guess you crossed just one too many fences
Eased out of one into another troubled time
Always floating out those songs, then drowning them in wine
The lonesome crossroads
Were always disappearing in the distance
And like the dust that some old holden lifts out west
Blowing free across this land our dreams are still drifting
The penny whistle sings of soft defeat
As I see your vacant eyes reflected in these darkened streets
And neon lights are flickering in rhyme
To those songs so long ago now all drowned in wine
And the street light shadows cut like razors
When you hear the night wind calling
I see you’re at home, a stranger alone now
Where the midnight stars, are always falling
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8. |
That's the Way It Goes
02:46
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You pick guitar, you write your songs
You play them hard and the night is long
Turn around and that woman’s gone
That’s the way it goes
Empty doorway the wind is sighing
A kitchen table’s sometimes just for crying
No one’s selling and you’re not buying
That’s the way it goes
It’s city heartaches and country blues
You don’t wager, you don’t lose
But either way you still got to choose, that’s the way it goes.
Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you grieve
People telling you what to believe
Always something tugging at your sleeve,
Always something tugging, at your sleeve.
Live your life one day at a time
You’ll find the chords; you’ll find the rhymes
It’s not in front, it’s not behind
That’s the way it goes
Do the best that you can
Be true to love and your fellow man
Always try to lend a helping hand
That’s the way it goes.
It’s city heartaches and country blues
You don’t wager, you don’t lose
But either way you still got to choose, that’s the way it goes.
Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you grieve
People telling you what to believe
Always something tugging at your sleeve,
Always something tugging, at your sleeve.
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9. |
Hold On
02:49
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If you find that you’re alone tonight
Seems no way to get back home tonight
Well hold on
If demons call you sweet names tonight
Don’t you play their hurtful games tonight
Hold on
Don’t you fear
All you need is near
Don’t you turn away
Trust yourself and
Learn to stay
And hold on
Take your blessings as they’re found tonight
Keep your feet right on the ground tonight
Hold on
As you ask, you will receive tonight
Trust the things that you believe tonight
And hold on
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Spike Flynn Sydney, Australia
From a review of Spike's previous CD -
"Just this Side of Here is an album that restores your faith in ‘one man, one
guitar’ sets, and shows that the best of them – and this is one of those – still have much to say and much worth hearing."
Jeremy Searle, Americana UK.
Spike grew up in a small country town in the Central West of New South Wales, Australia and his songs often reflect this theme .
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