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Recorded at Woodstock Studios, Melbourne

Engineered and mixed by Richard Stolz
Produced by Paul Ruske

All songs by Stan Woodhouse

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released March 30, 2015

Stan Woodhouse (Skyscraper Stan)
Oskar Herbig (lead guitar)
Martin Schilov (bass)
Richard Wise (drums)
Gemma Sharard (backing vocals)
Lia Sharard (backing vocals)
Bruce Haymes (hammond)

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Track Name: Chief
Good God, I'm out of sight
And I'm feeling kinda dizzy
I've spent most all of my life
Getting high and getting busy

Hey! What's that you're sipping on?
Ooh, spin it my way
Hey! My shirt's on wrong
Ooh, my teeth are stained with Saturdays

Early Monday morning to late on Sunday night
Sitting on a corner underneath a traffic light
Washing windows for a dollar
I'm a brawler not a scholar
You can tell me all your secrets
But don't trust me with your daughter

Boned out, I'm chasing
Sneaking round behind the fruit shop
There's a man who can ease my craving
He's on the corner by the tram stop

Hey! I'll race you to oblivion
Ooh, what else you gonna do?
Hey! You'll be flat out like Endymion
Ooh, when I get through with you

Early Monday morning to late on Sunday night
Sitting on a corner underneath a trafiic light
Washing windows for a dollar
I'm a brawler not a scholar
You can tell me all your secrets
But don't trust me with your daugher

Now so what if I'm bleeding?
Thats just the life slipping out of me
So long, baby I'm leaving
I'll punch my ticket out of purgatory

Hey! I'm naked to the waist
Ooh, I'm loud and obscene
Hey! Debauched and disgraced
Ooh, khaki cargos and a tub of vaseline

Early Monday morning to late on Sunday night
Sitting on a corner underneath a trafiic light
Washing windows for a dollar
I'm a brawler not a scholar
You can tell me all your secrets
But don't trust me with your daugher
Track Name: Always Thinking of You
I'm gonna get myself together
Around the kitchen table someday soon
And maybe now that I'm a little older
I might tell myself the truth
That I'm always thinking of ya
Yes I'm always thinking of you
And if I try to think it over
I'll name myself a fool

I'm gonna get myself together
And make amends for all that I've done wrong
I might even bring the devil on my shoulder
And hope tp hell that we can get along
But he's always thinking of ya
Yes he's always thinking of you
And if he tried to think it over
He'd name himself a fool

So if you see me sitting in a cafe
Gazing at some picture on the wall
It may seem I'm deep in conversation, babe
But you know, thats not the case at all
No I'm just thinking of ya
Yeah I'm always thinkiing of you
And if I try to think it over
I name myself a fool
Track Name: Tango
If you're looking for a good time
I know where to find the best
They've got a filthy foreign legion
Over weight and under dressed

They've got the latest in seduction
And he comes in every size
He's got piss right up to his bowtie
And alligator's eyes

They keep a comprehensive catalogue
Of all the things you wish you'd never done
And everyone you meet in the bar or on the street
Has a hole where their composure's come undone

They've got late night, curbside cockfights
Man, they've got your shoes and wallet
They've got a guy with satisfaction in his pocket
If you want it

They've put diesel in the river
But if you're looking for regret
They've got a sea of hungry women
And an ocean of regret

And I never listened
When you warned me about
All of the foolish ways I was bound to fall
And don't you know, mama
I burned myself out
And it didn't hurt at all

Sometimes you might get the feeling
Someone's got their eye on you
Somewhere out of sight
Observing everything you do
And sometimes when hope is rotten through
And all the news is bad
What doesn't kill you
Leaves you wishing that it had
Track Name: Woody Guthrie
I woke up drunk, still dreaming of
Wide open sunburned country
And all the pretty things I could get to know
If I were more like Woody Guthrie

I could sit and watch the land unfold
On a long haul from Adelaide to Darwin
Yeah I could play a tune or two along the road
Just enough to keep from starvin'

And then if I got lonely
Just a traipsin' round the world
I could find myself
A big fat homely girl
And she could call me sweetheart
Rub my aching feet
Put a little liquor in my coffee cup, baby
And gimme something good to eat

Good morning there Brother, where you headed to?
I'm on my way to someplace better
And if I find my pot of gold
I'll be sure to send a letter
Cos I know someplace there's trouble
That could satiate a thirst that never leaves me
Something to lift the weight that holds me down
And light a fire underneath me

And if I get arrested or
Driven out of town
Told by the well to do
"Hey boy don't hang around
No we don't like your kind here"
Well I'll just shake my head
And run away towards a limber little lady
Who I left in a king sized bed

Now I may live forever, but I doubt it
After all, isn't life for loosing?
So if I gotta go, I can only hope
Its in the manner of my choosing
Yes I'd have all my friends around me saying
"Sit down, play a number for us"
Then at my grave they'd say "we had him at the bridge,
I guess we lost him somewhere in the chorus"

And til then I'll be kicking up
Dust from coast to coast
Just me and my guitar
And Woody Guthrie's Goast
All beggared and beleagured
Beaten bruised and bled
Melancholy, murderous and manacled mama
And eager to be fed
Track Name: Melody
Melody,
the way you hide your face away is killing me
Come out where I can see you, babe, or leave me be
Oh Melody

On and on,
Your shadow just grows longer til the sun us gone
While every station plays the same old song
It goes on and on

And I keep every clue you leave
High up on the shelf
Anything to prove that I once knew ya
And I think of you whenever I'm not thinking of myself
And I haven't slept for trying to seduce you

Oh Melody
I wouldn't mind those other guys you see
If you would take a little time to keep
Keep me company

But more's the shame
Than every sin I've committed in your name
Is knowing if I had the chance I'd do it all the same
In your name

And I keep every clue you leave
High up on the shelf
Anything to prove that I once knew ya
And I think of you whenever I'm not thinking of myself
And I haven't slept for trying to seduce you

Oh Melody
The way you hide your face away is killing me
Come out where I can see you, babe
Or leave me be
Track Name: William Henry Hayes
They called him a thief and a swindler
A seducer and a cheat
With a hunder for freedom and for fortune
That burned at the soles of his feet
Oh that bad man
William Hayes

In his sixteenth American winter
They cut one ear from his head
From his sea of misfortune he'd wonder
If his glass was half full or half dead
Oh that bad man
William Hayes

He left his wife in San Francisco
He washed her taste from his mouth
He left her a note on the table
And all that it said was headed South
Oh that bad man
William Hayes

He was caught in the night of a hotel
By a vaudaville family refrain
He led them all South into winter
Where he told them he'd lead them all to fame
Oh that bad man
William Hayes

Then he fell like a drunk for Rosetta
They caught him a fox among the hens
When he showed her that just like a mirror
Bed sheets can multiply men
So he ran with Rosetta to the ocean
But his sea of misfortune ran wild
It gave him the eye of a hurricane
but it stole both his lover and his child
Oh that bad man
William Hayes

Now some say grief drove the poor man crazy
Some say greed turned his broken heart cold
Some say that he learned by the pistol
That life can be taken and sold
So he gathered his brothers
And he drove them
Through weeks of high seas and hard rain
Til I heard that he fell just like Abel
Struck in the tempel by Caine

Oh that bad man
William Hayes
Track Name: Bruce
Brother I see your time was stolen
What could pain you worse than being lonesome
Shave your face and comb your hair back
Your setting sun bids goodnight to no one

And a broken revolution's all you've known
I know
Whats the use throwing books and reading stones
Alone

You're carrying that book you use for writing in
You're trying to explain the way the world spins
But I can see your god is watching you
'Cos there's no way that fate could ever be that cruel

And a broken revolution's all you've known
I know
Whats the use throwing books and reading stones
Alone
Track Name: Any Way You Please
Its early in the evening, I've already sung my fill
Out in the courtyard they're singing louder still
While I listen for your knock upon my door
Its not the wait that bothers me but what I'm waiting for

I'm sobering up and I'm so sick of my own voice
Come over and put my mind at ease
I've got nothing for you but if nothing's enough
You can have it any way you please
Yeah you can have it any way you please

Cos I know that its a foolish thing to do
But I suppose your weight upon me must obscure that point of view
And there's no doubt that soon enough you'll find
Although I'm not the silent type I seldom speak my mind

I'm sobering up and I'm so sick of my own voice
Come over and put my mind at ease
I've got nothing for you but if nothing's enough
You can have it any way you please
Yeah you can have it any way you please

I'm wide awake, its one in the morning
And I know that you'll be calling on me soon
So I feed my anticipation
With wild expectations of you

I'm sobering up and I'm so sick of my own voice
Come over and put my mind at ease
I've got nothing for you but if nothing's enough
You can have it any way you please
Yeah you can have it any way you please
Track Name: Last Year's Tune
The Moneybook Jockey is scuffing his shoes
Along bricks laid long ago
By a man with desperate working hands
That he could never know
He's lived long enough to know by now
That a mossy stone will never roll
Picking all of those little stones
Off his muddy sole
And I stop drinking suddenly
To wipe my thoughtless brow
He once dreamed of being great
But he wouldn't tell you now

Inside under neon by a TAB screen
Some old washed up scarecrow has stories to tell
Of trying to chase some impossible dream
He dropped down the slots at the Grandview Hotel
With a head full of Carlton and a soft pack of reds
He'll drag himself to his bitumen bed
But I have no desire to sit
And watch a grown man cry
His worries all take centre stage
And I'm just passing by

And my mind is on the ashtray
My cold unsteady hands
Are clumsy, unfolding
My convoluted plans
When compassion is by commission
When your paid for being kind
I hold my head to keep in
My military state of mind

So I sit tight, now I'm hoping
That my muse will be here soon
But this sunrise has a shady side
And I'm whisteling last year's tune
Yes my mind is on the ashtray
And I'm wistleing last year's tune.