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Minka!
05:18
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You flew ten thousand K's
You arrived on Sunday afternoon
And the best that I could do
Was make a cup of tea for you
We were tired and yawning
We watched the sun come up on new years morning
What a bloody great weekend!
You made my hair stand up on end
Why does there have to be
All this water between you and me?
I can sometimes swim the pool
Jump the fence right after school
Chorus:
Ooooh, Minka oh oh
Ooooh, Minka oh oh
Let's explore every inch of Berlin
Should we go out, or should we stay in?
Where is the transit desk?
Turkish Airlines took me to Tehran
I can't wait to hold your arm
You left me suitably impressed
So I'll have to look my best
I can't wait to see you in the flesh
Now is totally the time
To do what we can't do online
Nearer than we've ever been
You've never seen such antics quite like these
You're a strong and lusty girl
We'll travel all around the world
CHORUS
It's raining quite a bit
Your apartment overlooks the street
On the day when I arrived
You weren't the girl that I admired
You knew that I was coming
Half a year you let our feelings stew
Berlin is kind of good but nothing
That you said to me was true
I was like a souvenir
Maybe it was Melbourne that you liked
Like a stupid stuffed koala
Hanging from the dashboard of your life
I was feeling really jetlagged
Everything was really European
You wouldn't even hold my hand
I spent the day at the museum
CHORUS!
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Show Me Your Hands
06:03
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Everybody's up and hanging about
Should we stay in or should we go out?
I reckon I know what's on your mind
Coz we get pretty cheeky when we're alone
And we won't stop until the cows come home
But when we go drinking, we just drink tea
But then I saw your face and I held my breath
Coz you're my friend and I'll try my best
We'll be ok if we count to three
Chorus:
Show me your hands, show me your hands
In the Northcote night
Show me your hands, show me your hands
In the kitchen light
Show me your hands, show me your hands
In the kitchen light
Remember all those words that you tried to say
It was a worn out song that you tried to play
Still, you played heaps of notes that night
I know that I'm shitty when I'm being a sook
But you can run around like a headless chook
Maybe we were blinded by the light
All of our adventures, well we've had a few
But this is the last time that I'll wait for you
Coz I'm still hurting from that fight
CHORUS
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You told me once that you fucked by the tennis court
Must've startled the possums nearby
I was impressed, coz you were confident and wild
Autumn is here just in time to break my heart
The sun is blue in the Fitzroy sky
People are out and I can balance on the slackline
I left the house round 10 with no shoes on my feet
You never told me why
All of my friends hanging out in the park
Chorus:
Oh how I love the Edinburgh gardens
It's a cracker of a day in July
You were a fake but this beaut park is real
The day that we met I sung your praise on the internet
And none of it was a lie
And in return you made my winter bittersweet
We messed about for the best part of a month
I was bold and you were sly
You turned me on from my head down to my feet
You were as scared
Just as scared as I was of you
Now here I am in the Edinburgh gardens
CHORUS
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Collingwood
04:15
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This old place well it's seen some sights, well
It's been a sharehouse for fifteen years
And I don't know if it's time to go
Or if I should stay here for one more year
I can't sleep coz the walls are shaking
My housemates keeping me up all night
The roof is leaking, the doors won't close
But at least we know we're in Collingwood
Chorus:
The doors are banging and creaking, the walls and the paint are peeling
We can't really afford to stay but we'll stick around for one more day
I just wanted some shuteye, but I'm not getting much sleeping
I can't keep from losing my socks but we're all living in Collingwood
I tried begging and I tried reason
They're yelling and moaning and turning on the lights
The walls are thin, I can't block the din of my
Housemates keeping me up all night
I'm like Noah Taylor in an crusty old sharehouse
In Queensland, but it's a whole lot more cold
And raining, the rent that we're paying
It's about a thousand bucks a minute
That's why we have to play this song so fast
But we're real close to where all our friends live
It's all the rage here in Collingwood
CHORUS
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My old man well he's a full time grump
Looks like he's really hit the turps
And if I don't answer his call, then he
Watches channel 9 and soaks it up
Since 1989 he's been low on luck
Ever since the day he lost her
He's had no-one at all
Except me and I'm no bloody doctor!
On Strathbogie hill he had a brilliant sheepdog pup
She was three parts dingo at least
And she always came when he called
But they had no insurance
But they had a rusty shack
It was a corrugated iron tower
And they had an old Toyota
And he'd spend three or four hours
Tryna start the bastard thing at half past five
Chorus:
Take the box of matches, and we'll pile up all the branches over here
In the paddock in Strathbogie burning whispers only you can hear
Start the old Land Cruiser, before all our happy memories disappear
You can sit up on my knee and, i'll accelerate and you can steer
She was rough as guts
She was as tough as nails
She was his trouble and his strife,
But when the flames are a hundred metres tall
A dog's as useful as an ashtray on a bike
Now he's feeling down
He's a big tough fella
He's watching question time on the news
And I can't help him much at all
If he keeps his feelings locked up in the cellar
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Stuck By The Road
06:34
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One morning when my car broke down
Stuck by the road
And the sun it shone like gold and ochre
I had nothing to do for three sweet hours
Apart from listen to the sound
Of the sheep and of the cows
And I wish that I had forgotten
I wish that I had missed
To pay for the roadside assist
Chorus:
And the moon was bold and shined like precious shiny silver
And I unrolled my bed
And I lay down my weary head
And the wind was cold the fire burned like precious gold
In the gathering storm
It's keeping me warm
I waited there til they rescued me
I tried my best
To maintain my cool and my composure
And I called in for the Merton tow truck
Coz the ignition lines were torn
And the headlights and the parking lights were gone
And everything was leaking coolant
And the engine valves were blocked
And the steering wheel was locked
CHORUS
The mechanic he smiled and he clicked his tongue
He said that I might be here for some time
He knew the game as soon as he pulled over
And the valley shone in the light of the morning
As I sat in my car
Talking to the crow and the galah
And I called in for a mental health day
Guess I won't get to see them
Well carpe the fucking diem
CHORUS
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The Willie Wagtails Melbourne, Australia
The Willie Wagtails write ocker jazz songs with trumpet, fiddle and banjo.
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