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Busses and Borders
05:03
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Hold up the bus, hold up the bus
I’m getting on
I slept on through, I must’ve pressed snooze on my alarm
A wild time, a wild time I had Up in Toronto
A street car via Roncesvalles took me to the local felt just like Melbourne
We were stopped at the border in Buffalo
Had to get through customs and border patrol, I was shitting myself though I’d done nothing wrong, When I made it on the Greyhound many weren’t let back on, ah people weren’t let back on.
I was visiting my sister, she was studying her masters Down at NYU
On the lower Eastside yeah we partied all night
But we pulled on through
Busses and borders and final calls
Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping one day that we’ll find a way home that we’ll find our way home
I ran into a filmmaker at Central Park,
he was riding on a skateboard
I said if you help share the drive I’ll take you cross country
in this big old Ford
Wasn’t barely 2 hours and we got pulled over by the state highway patrol
you see we had no license plates, just
two bearded boys in a brand new vehicle we explained that we were the relocaters of this RV camping van
with 14 days to move it to LA just so you understand
that night we should’ve slept.....
in a Walmart parking lot
but instead we drove down south, down a dark dead end swamp
The flood light woke us he was yelling with a gun, he said this is private property get off it son
Busses and borders and final calls
Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping one day that we’ll find a way home yeah we’ll find our way home
Hey sis?
remember that big old circus tent rave party
back in Berlin?
Oh I lost my credit card in a toilet cubicle
it just slid away from me
the bouncers threw me out but I found my bicycle
I tried to dink a ballerina home
I overestimated my ability to balance
She scraped her leg and screamed this has ruined my recital
Busses and borders and final calls
Your sons and daughters trying not to fall Sending us off out there on our own hoping one day that we’ll find a way home yeah we’ll find our way home
yeah we’ll find our way home
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Porch Chime
07:15
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Take me to market, sell me by noon
All of your troubles will be over soon, with a
Morning breeze on a front porch chime sing,
I never heard a more beautiful ring
Ah ohh ah ooh
I feel all the others have a story to tell
They’ve been through troubles and living in hell
But me I love my folks, a girl and a dog
We made our way through the quarantine fog
Ah ooh ah ooh
Lock em all out, barricade ourselves in
Hope you’ve got flippers and know how to swim
Ten thousand miles to the land of the free
Home of the brave, they got all the vaccine that you want
All you want
They got all that you want, all that you want.
The floor boards are sticky but I don’t mind
the curtains are torn I pretend that I’m blind
I listen to the birds and other clichés
Am I a desperate bastard son trying to fill up a page and move on
I’m just trying to move on
trying to move on
An old friend rang me on a telephone, which I
hadn’t paid service since the world was shut off
he said:
“there’s always a snake you’ll be tempted to chase
you’ll never catch it ‘less you run your own race
head on, run it head on, yeah head on
They say this is meant to be at the centre of it all
for country music but it’s all been a blur
one long year making gardens and tea
I bought a drill and hammer yes I got (real) handy
Ah oooh ah ooh, Ah oooh ah ooh
I drank Manhattans in the freezing cold
I stood there and watched the sky unfold with
thunder and lightning and twisters, how fun
we got to go now baby, we gotta run
Ah ooh, baby we got a run
Ahhhhh Ah
When we left the homeland, the fires were still burning
We were doing shows to raise ‘ them some coin
we had Mr Plant as our VIP guest in the green room
Now we can’t top that, hey, what’s the point?
Ah ooh ah ooh
There was but a time when the world was as one
doing what we can to save each other
but it quickly changed in all different ways
some rolled out a cure, while others still wait
to go home, we wait to go home
Yeah wait to go home, Oh Oh wait to go home
Found myself a crowd of one
a red hornet on a fly screen with his big stingers on
He said: “ Play me something, something I know
one I can sing all the way home
Ah oho ohhh , all the way home
While this goes on,
It all still goes on
I learned how to grow my own food in the ground
built a fence in our yard to keep everyone out
the hands that I have, have never been so clean
this stuff strips off skin just like kerosene
Ah oho ohhh, ah oho ohhh
Zoom in from space, turn your video on
No driving to the workplace the office is gone
It’s a new way of living and I can’t complain
except one day I dream I’ll travel again…..and go
home, I wanna go home, home, I wanna go home, home, I wanna go home…
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Just take love, for example
We could make it anything we want
Just take love, for example
I could lose everything I got
Just take me, as I am
I want you to call me your man
If you can,
if you can
Just take time, and cook it up
Just take time, and cook it up with me
Just take the power out and leave it lay there
And time will stand still for me and you
Just take me, as I am
I wan’t you to call me your man
If you can, if you can
Just take hate, and throw it away
And if you can’t throw just let it be
Just leave hate at the bottom of an ocean
And float on the surface so you can see
Just take me, as I am
I wan’t you to call me your man
If you can,
if you can
If you can
Just take love, for example
There’s no better way to feel free
You could say you soared on the wings of an eagle
But that there might be hard to believe
Just take me, as I am
I wan’t you to call me your man
If you can,
if you can,
If you can
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Open The Gates
04:20
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I’ve been away longer than before
Scared I don’t drop my ‘R’s anymore
Cause I want to be understood where I am
Though my visa states I am an alien
I miss my old friends
I miss my mum and dad
but here’s to my sister who carries a child
I’ll meet him one day… when they open the gates
Everyone’s finding a new way of life
weddings rescheduled time after time
I’ve not seen a mouth move for nine months or more
but I still understand you that’s what eyes are for
I miss my old friends
I miss my mum and dad
And here’s to my sister who carries a child
I’ll meet him one day… when they open the gates
I don’t think I’ve changed as much as they say
The neighbour grabs my hair and says I love all the greys
Is it passive aggressive or is it just me?
I’ve been putting off the pills and talk therapy
I miss my old friends
I miss my mom and dad
but here’s to my sister who carries a child
I’ll meet him one day… when they open the gates
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Toy Gun
03:36
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I shot a rifle,
On grandpa’s farm, when i was young The trigger was hard to pull,
and the kick back, it bruised my arm
When I turned 30 I went to Las Vegas
To a machine gun shooting range
I was just so shocked at how easy it was to shoot
100 bullets on a target page
It just felt like a toy
I thought toys were for fun?
Not for destroying the life of no one
They say it’s just a few bad apples
Not the fault of no gun
But I ask how many would we lose if we just fought without thumbs?
And no I’m not trying to sound funny
I know these things come down to power and money
And I know that I’m foreign and not from around here
Should I just shut up and go drink my beer
And what about your father son trips hunting deer
And I know its hard to relax when your country’s built on fear
while back home there ain’t got no more left
There was one big shooting back in 96
where they threw em on a pile and melted them down to steel, Oh Mr. Howard gave him a real good trade-in deal
when I float the idea to folks in America
they say (try to) take them away, you’ll create hysteria
it’s written in stone it’s our right to bear arms
to protect our own from the evil and harm in this world
It just felt like a toy and
I thought toys were for fun
Not for destroying the life of no one
They say it’s just a few bad apples
Not the fault of no gun
But how many would we save if we just fought with our thumbs
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Jordie Lane Melbourne, Australia
Jordie Lane is a critically acclaimed singer/songwriter from Melbourne, Australia
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