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Elena
05:00
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Oh Elena
Why oh why do we have to be apart?
Oh Elena
When you left me you stole a broken heart
I left the flowers wilting in the vase
I search for you in the moonlight and the stars
When I taste the vine I think of you
Elena, my Elena
Oh Elena
Does the snow fall soft whilst you lie deep in sleep?
Oh Elena
Did you write my name
Upon the ice for me? Just for me?
I see your face before me when I sleep
I carved our names upon the willow tree
When I taste the vine I think of you
Elena, my Elena
The summer sun is burning through my skin
Are the winds so cold there
You feel cold within?
Oh Elena
Why oh why do we have to be apart?
Oh Elena
When you left me you stole a broken heart
I watch the sun sink deep into the sea
I think of you, I think of you and me
One day we’ll be together for all time
Elena, my Elena
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The Last Man On Earth
02:21
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Standing Next To David
05:26
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London ‘84
I’m in the crowd watching Tom Verlaine
There in the same room as David
Was I standing next to him?
Did we see each other
Going in or maybe coming out?
Did our eyes meet for a second?
Did I see him there propped up against the bar
Or by the stage? Was he by himself?
Or with somebody else?
Born Sandy Devotional
Grand baritone and distant pedal steel
So tender, so hostile, so lost, so lonesome
I could feel the lonely stretches
The treeless plains
The harsh and brutal sun
I can taste salt on my lips?
My god, where has my memory gone?
I can see him standing there
Gretsch country gent, golden waistcoat
I played it on the Eurorail
On my trusty little Walkman
It seeped into my conscience
When I came home to Carlisle
So I followed them to Leeds, then onto Newcastle
Over flatlands and the motorways
And several places after
Amsterdam and Islington
The Barbican and Brussels
Britten Street, Farringdon
A pint or two for after
I met you in the coffee shop
On a blind date
The city wet with rain
The skies had opened up
I swear it was about to flood
You kissed me when I walked in
That very moment, the moment that we met
My music magazine, we bonded it was meant to be
By year’s end we’d bought a house together
In the shadow of Hadrian’s Wall
Warwickshire and Carlisle
Royal School of Needlework
Hampton Court Palace
Lake District, our long and lovely walks
Galleries and boozers
Sitting all along the Thames
Something triggers it
I’m falling all over you again
Big blue open sky
The Swan River and the Nullarbor Plain
We’ll get there one day
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Why didn’t you call?
Why didn’t you just come around?
Why did I find out from someone we both knew?
Why didn’t you phone?
Why didn’t you knock upon my door?
Why did my grief so quickly turn to anger?
He was my friend
He was my friend too
Is it unfair to think?
Was it too much to ask?
Now there’s loss, there’s hurt, there’s fury
It’s not about me, it’s not about me, it’s not about me
He was my friend
He was my friend too
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Can you see the light falling from the stars?
Violets, cherry blossoms
Snow flowers upon the glade
Bird’s song, gentle breeze
Soft rain upon your face
I can hear the stream below
Where the tall trees stand
Glistening, silver eucalypts
Cold dirt upon your hands
Can you see the light falling from the stars?
Tin can hearts filled with wonder
Sky above and earth below
Sunday morning papers
Seem so long ago
Violets and cherry blossoms
Snow flowers upon the glade
Bird’s song, gentle breeze
Soft rain upon your face
Can you see the light falling from the stars?
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Amorous advances
I left flowers by your door
You slapped me hard across the face
When I kissed you in the liquor store
Your sister saw us standing
That little bit too close
For months and months, we hid the truth
Never giving up the ghost
Sweet Edie
We were doomed right from the start
Though I never meant to hurt you
Never meant to break your heart
Yes, you were a dark horse
Turnin’ up on a Friday night
A little boozed and angry
Were you looking for a fight?
The uniform hid your shape
You’d hardly gained a pound
Punching tickets on the eighty-eight
While it went up and down
And round, round and round
Sweet Edie
We were never meant to be
We were never meant to happen
I couldn’t leave, I just couldn’t leave
The girls down at the depot
Knew something was going on
The morning sickness you couldn’t hide
That’s when everything went wrong
Sweet Edie
We were doomed right from the start
Though I never meant to hurt you
Never meant to break your heart
Sweet Edie
We were never meant to be
We were never meant to happen
I couldn’t leave my family
Is she mine is she mine is she mine?
It must’ve been so lonesome for you
Lonesome and blue
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Whispering of raindrops
I hear your name upon the breeze
Longing for our conversations
The laughter and the mystery
Feeling kind of blue
Lord, I’m missing you
Quiet deliberation
The charm, the sweet temptation
I feel myself falling
Are you falling too?
Now you’re avoiding all my questions
Unwilling and unable
Do I hold on to this memory?
Do I give my heart away?
Feeling kind of blue
Lord, I’m missing you
Plain gold ring that he wore
Through seasons you are missed
We both know you were bound to leave
But not before we’d kissed
Feeling kind of blue
Lord, I’m missing you
Feeling kind of blue
I hope she’s good to you
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You'll See The Moon
06:00
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You’ll see the moon
Oh what did you do to deserve something so cruel?
Who did you hurt?
Who didn’t you love?
Oh something’s not right
Something went wrong
The days seem so dark and the night so long
I can see that it’s hard
You keep missing the train
You don’t jump over puddles when you walk in the rain
Feels like all you have left
Is just sand in your pocket
Don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget
You’ll see the moon
You tossed and you turned
Now you drink until dawn
Amongst balloons and paper streamers
That once welcomed you home
Now the snow starts to fall
You gaze out the window
Remember, remember, remember
You’ll see the moon
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Give the man a coin
He said give the man a coin
Give the man a coin you rich dogs
Yeah some young street thug
Started moving my way
Made me wish I’d walked the other way
On any other night
He might’ve doused my lights
But he wasn’t looking great
He never looked me in the eye
He took a bunch of gold coins
A couple of cigs
He floated off downtown
Without thanks, goodbye
Like a bottle floating out to sea
Give the man a coin
He said give the man a coin
Give the man a coin you rich dogs
I been there done that before
Spent cold nights sleeping rough
It just happens if it happens
You don’t get to choose that kind of stuff
They say give a man some fishes
And he’ll eat for a day
And If you always get your wishes
That is the dumb shit that you’d say
Yeah give the man a coin
He said give the man a coin
Give the man a coin you rich dogs
You see that young fella on the ground
With his dog and paper cup
He’s just looking for a train fare
Hoping for a change of luck
He said there’s nothing left here for me
I been locked out black and blue
I got debts that ain’t going anywhere
What the hell am I meant to do?
Give the man a coin
Give the man a coin
Give the man a coin you rich dogs
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Poor Florence Broadhurst
04:19
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Poor Florence Broadhurst
Her killer still roams free
Out there on the streets tonight
Somewhere on the streets tonight
Some called her Bobby
Some Madame Pellier
Born outback in Drummers Creek
Wed in Brompton Oratory
Flamboyant yet acerbic
Some said she never smiled
Vowed not to be a farmer’s wife
She craved for colour and beauty all her life
Lotus flowers, floral prints
Flock wallpaper, patterned quilts
Chinese psychics, fortunes told
A pool of blood where you lay still and cold
It was someone that was known to you
Was it a business stoush
Was it a lovers’ feud?
A lump of wood, two cups of tea
Nothing more the law could find or see
Poor Florence Broadhurst
Her killer still roams free
What happens when the lights go out?
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Sleep, all I want to do is sleep
She said sometimes I feel
This loneliness crushing me
Watch the shadows turn long and lean
Watch the stars appear above the trees
Lay in bed listening
Trees fighting with the wind
Leaves brushing on the rooftop
Rain coming down again
Coming down
Coming down again
I love that sound
At least it’s proof
Proof that I still feel something
Later in the night the storm awakens me
I’m in the very same place
I always seem to be
I’m just lying here
Another half night of sleep
No, no nothing’s changed
Codeine and alcohol, oh no nothing stupid
Just enough to get me through
Enough to get me through
Until the morning light
Roll out of bed, turn on the light
Now I’m holding on to that photograph of you
Half grinning, Ray Bans
Your hair combed back, favourite Miller shirt
Your hair combed back, holding a cigarette
Half-drunk on gin and tonics
Palm trees in the distance
And a clear blue pool below
Koh Samui seems so long ago
Flick through the vinyl
And put your favourite record on
Needle skips, needle dances
Joni Mitchell sings River and Blue
Joni Mitchell sings A Case of You
The world swirls
Sleep swallows you whole
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Rob Snarski | SnarskiCircusLindyBand Melbourne, Australia
Rob Snarski is a singer, a velvet-voiced troubadour.
Rob has toured the globe with The
Blackeyed Susans and as a guest vocalist with The Triffids and has graced the same stage as Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen and Nico amongst others not quite as popular.
Currently working with Lindy Morrison [Go-Betweens] ‘Evil’ Graham Lee [Triffids] Shane O’Mara and Dan Kelly in SnarskiCircusLindyBand
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***Coldwater DFU
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I had to stop the car when I heard “Anything You Recognise” for the first time. I love this track ~ I love a great narrative.
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