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1.
Chief 04:02
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
2.
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
3.
Tango 03:10
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
4.
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
5.
Melody 03:18
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
6.
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
7.
Elvis 04:12
8.
Bruce 03:20
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
9.
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
10.
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.
11.
I Fell Over 04:16

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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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