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By Your Side
02:34
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By Your Side
By your side I’ll be
By your side I will stay
You have made me see
And lit up my darkest day
In the midnight hour
When I feel I almost died
You took my hand, let me by your side
By your side I'm safe
By your side there's no pain
I don't need to escape
From the ramblings of my brain
In the darkest night
When I hung my head and cried
You took my hand, let me by your side
Solo
By your side I feel
By your side you lead me home
To a place that's real
Out of my danger zone
Gave me peace of mind
When I crumble deep inside
You took my hand, let me by your side
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Vanish Into Thin Air
03:47
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Vanish Into Thin Air
Early in the morning before the break of dawn
She left me confused like I never was born
She been acting kinda weird for a couple of days
Not a word was uttered that she’d run away
Where did you go, why did you vanish into air
Vanish into thin air
She packed up her belongings in the dead of night
Did it when I was, out like a light
Grabbed her bags and suitcase, then she hit the road
Didn’t leave no explanation or her reason to go
Where did you go, why did you vanish into air
Vanish into thin air
I’ll never know what happened or, where she went
Or what the situation was that caused this event
She didn’t even leave a note to tell me why
I woke up in the morning and she’d gone bye bye
She even left pile of dishes heading up to the sky
And the lawn out back’s approaching 10 feet high
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No More
04:28
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No More
They could be lies, it could be truth
No-one supplies the living proof
We’re all supposed to trust what’s on the news
It’s full of bias every day feeding us with games to play
Never knowing where to seek the truth
The media it contradicts
And fills our minds with all its tricks
Confusion of what now we have in store
Manipulating are the games
From people we don’t know their names
Tell me Is it all worth dying for
No promises, no more losses
No more dying now
No more smoke screens, from your machine
No, more - stop it somehow.
You’re playing us against ourselves
Making life a living hell
Confusing us with all your thought-out lies
We’re told we’re crazy to believe
And forcing us to deceive
Our brothers now you say we should despise
You’ve bought the TV and the press
Now we’re in this total mess
Causing chaos and we’ll pay the cost
How many more should all die
Or over tortured bodies cry
For all the lives now that they have lost
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Take Your Medication
03:51
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Take Your Medication
Take your medication, take your medication,
take your medication, Heaven knows
Take your medication, take your medication
Straight down the hatch it goes
Swallow a lie that will set you free
Swallow a lie that we all agree
Swallow a lie that will sell your soul
Swallow a lie that will swallow you whole
CH
Swallow a lie when you swallow that dream
Swallow a lie you relate to that meme
Swallow a lie for the easy road
Swallow that lie and lighten your load
CH
Swallow a lie that will take you there
Swallow the lie where the truth don’t dare
Swallow a lie like you’ve been denied
Swallow a lie: Are you satisfied?
CH x2
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Allergic To Love
02:58
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Allergic To Love
Oh well my smile ain’t workin’
None of my lines ain’t workin’
My confidence is shot
I must be jinxed from up above
All I can think of is I must be allergic to love
Can’t get no conversation
In theis whole damn nation
Every time I say a word
They look at me like I’m absurd
All I can think of is I must be allergic to love
I think I lost what little I had
A long long time ago
What caused this mess is anybody’s guess
I’ll never ever know
Solo
I bought a book on lovin’
I bought the video
I got the dvd and blueray
I watch the whole damn thing every day
All I can think of is I must be allergic to love
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Cool Cool Water
Washing my blue heart
Washing it clean
Washing the blue down the stream
Washing my blue heart
Till there’s no sign
Of the stain she left behind
Chorus
Cool Cool water
Fresh from the hills
Fresh from the mountain stream
Cool Cool water
I need to chill
I need to let off some steam
Blue is the colour
Of what’s going down
What’s going down to the sea
Blue is the colour
The colour that drowns
The blue of the yesterday’s me!
Cool Cool water
Fresh from the hills
Fresh from the mountain stream
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The Blues Should Take A Holiday
I’d like to take my blues and lay ‘em on down to rest
But there ain’t no use, they’re here to put me to the test
My heart is heavy my soul can’t stand the pain
When I’m feelin’ good, the blues come back to start again
I’m tired of cryin’ the pain won’t go away
I feel like dyin’ the blues should take a holiday
I feel so low I, got the shakes deep down inside
The blues have won, I’m on the run there’s nowhere to hide
There’s no escape, the blues are right here to stay
There’s no debate, the blues should take a holiday
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The Thrill Ain’t Never Gone
I was born in ‘59, at five years old I had the sign
That I would be ramblin’ all my days
From a caravan in Cardigan, that was where my life began
Before we flew from Wales to Adelaide
I hit the road in ’65, to only where the strong survive
A boiling shed with sandals on my feet
I went to school an immigrant, I did it tough and then we went
Across the country in the scorching heat
Seven days it took to drive, across to Perth the other side
No hotel room, no air-conditioning
Dirt road camping every night, feeling every insect bite
I grew up knowing that the road was king
In ’72, long ago, on my transistor radio
I got the rock and roll bug day and night
I tuned right in, listened hard, I got an old beat-up guitar
A piece of junk, ten bucks would see me right
At 12 years old I shared my bed, with my new friend, my fingers bled
I never quit I just kept playing hard
No other friend I had in sight, nothing else seemed quite right
Other than to play my old guitar
At age 16 I joined a band, playing all the one-night stands
I cut my teeth on sleazy rockin’ dives
I had a job I didn’t like; I kept on playing every night
The morning had me working bleary-eyed
My garage boss said I had to choose, between fitting tyres, playin’ the blues
I told that fella quickly where to go
Feeling highly liberated, I was broke but still celebrated
My motto stronger - on with the show
A V8 Chevy in my drive, broken down but still alive
I loved that car and my guitar for sure
I fixed the brakes, the carburettor, it never seemed to get much better
But I kept that baby on the road for more
Broken cars and broken vans, I made it through to other lands
From Sydney, Melbourne on to London Town
Gearboxes, tyres and engines, brakes, I’ve wrecked them all on several makes
I’m now an expert just on breaking down
I’m travellin’ round this big old world, playing with the guys and girls
Who kept my inspiration topped right up
A travellin’ gypsy I might be, I’ll roam from town to town you’ll see me somewhere on the road, I’ll never stop
With BB, Buddy, Rory too, I’ve had the chance to play the blues
Johnny Winter, Ray Charles and so on
Some of these have passed away, without them I’d have never played
All I know is the thrill ain’t never gone
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12,000 Miles From Home
04:52
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12,000 Miles From Home
Back in 2019 when the world was still clean
I packed up my guitar to go and play
Down to the southern hemisphere, where I thought the skies were clear
But the smoke through the air blew me away
I couldn’t have seen it coming, couldn’t have seen it coming
As I drove round Adelaide town, Red skies as the sun goin’ down
Out the door I ran, jumped into my van
The western highway calling my name
Across the desert heat, glued me to my seat
Wasn’t expecting the air to be the same
By the time I got to Melbourne, thought that I was Hell bound
I was greeted with that smoke in the sky
From 100 miles away, the whole city had turned grey
I thought that I was surely gonna die
I couldn’t have seen it coming, couldn’t have seen it coming
As I drove round Melbourne town, Red skies as the sun goin’ down
The weather then changed, the skies turned to rain
But the dust in the air turned rain to mud
Battling through the storm, my wiper blades had torn
Had to navigate slowly through the flood
Travellin’ up the Hume, trnya get to my room
In Canberra where my next gig was held
The outskirts were on fire, flames were growing higher
As I pulled into town about to melt
I couldn’t have seen it coming, couldn’t have seen it coming
As I drove round Canberra town, Red skies as the sun goin’ down
The show still went on, then down to Wollongong
The next day I was back on the road
All the trees were black, but I kept on down that track
I thought the place was gonna explode
Sydney Harbour called, so down the road I trawled
All the gigs according to plan
This one long episode shows the life on the road
As a one-man blues-rockin’ band
I couldn’t have seen it coming, couldn’t have seen it coming
As I drove round Sydney town, Red skies as the sun goin’ down
A tropical storm, hit just after dawn
On my way back to Melbourne for more
But as I got to town there were talks of locking down
Threatening the rest of my Australian tour
So back to Adelaide, with all my dues well paid
With 24 hours to spare
Then all the borders closed, scrapping all remaining shows
But 57 out of 60 was fair
I couldn’t have seen it coming, couldn’t have seen it coming
The world shut down, on my own
I couldn’t have seen it coming, couldn’t have seen it coming
12,000 miles from home
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The Perfect Day To Sing The Blues
I got a heart full of anguish, a mind full of self-destruct
My head’s in confusion, I’m a man down on his luck
I got a dark cloud above me as I walk around in worn-out shoes
The voice inside my head says it’s the perfect day to sing the blues
I got a heavy in my chest that just won’t go away
Got a heart full of sadness, a pile of dues I gotta pay
I got an aching in my bones, that I’m trying so hard to lose
The voice inside my head says it’s the perfect day to sing the blues
I got a state of paranoia, feelings that I can’t control
I got the devil’s grip inside me reaching deep into my soul
It’s ripping me to pieces; I don’t know what to do
The voice inside my head says it’s the perfect day to sing the blues
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